Today is Middle Child Day. Anyone here qualify? There's a million articles and psychological assessments of birth order. Eh, I take it with a grain of salt, but there is definitely a dynamic as families grow and change. I'm the worst of the middle children. 5th girl, with the youngest and only boy right behind me. Womp womp. Tomorrow is prosecco day, and I do have a bottle in the fridge...Maybe it's time to get crunk on prosecco with the MiL on the deck. Happy Friday, idiots. Try to stay cool out there. It's a'blazin. PS: I tried to find a tasteful nude with prosecco. There are SO many people out there putting glass bottles up their b-holes. I nominate....someone else.
I'm the 5th of 6 kids. Definitely fit the middle child profile to a T. My wife tried making a lemoncello spritzer (with lamarca) on the recommendation of the guy who made our cabinets for our kitchen and bar reno. She is not doing okay. The brownies she made were on point though.
I love me some Prosecco... I buy it by the case. It's just a nice, refreshing, tasty, fizzy adult beverage.
The last time I drank Prosecco, I was at some weird chick’s apartment. I didn’t really know her but my wife knew her though work or some shit. Anyway, I sat there drinking her room temperature Prosecco while staring at some decorative sign above her mantle that said, “Be a Messy Bitch.” I only remember it because my pea coat was covered in fucking cat hair when I left. Prosecco fucking sucks.
I feel okay about it. Do the bubbles tickling your nose distract you from the fact that it tastes like someone rang out an old lady’s adult diaper into a champagne flute?
It's "wrung," you illiterate heathen. I get really angry about the word "wring" and its tenses, because I failed a spelling test over it in the second grade. Anyway, my ex-wife was a middle child, and she brought it up/ used it as an excuse for EVERYTHING. To be fair, her dad was a piece of shit who treated her other sisters much better (not MUCH better - like I said, he was a real piece of shit. I'm so glad he got deported to Mexico and can never return.), but the excuse still got old.
You have sparkling wine, and then you have champagne, which is from the Champagne region in France. But at this point all sparkling wine is colloquially known as champagne, kinda like how all facial tissue is called "Kleenex."
I think I will be picking up some pineapple juice to make mimosas tomorrow. Delicious. Mango OJ is pretty good too.
Im a middle child. Some dynamics of it came into play. For the most part we all got the same amount of attention from my parents. I think the two things that are hard to avoid for parents happened. They over compensated being new parents to my older brother. Then babied my younger brother as it was going to be their last kid. Coworker just laid out the other day for me how it's hard not to feel differently about the youngest knowing the baby's first will be the last time she gets to see x, y, z achievement. I wasnt starved for attention but I am by far the most attention seeking and bombastic socially of the three of us. My parent's didnt play favorites with us but my granddad did. My older brother was the wunderkind with electronics and mechanical stuff from a very young age. My grand dad was a technical guy, being a radio man in the Navy then owning his own TV repair shop for decades while taking care of a farm. Pushed and encouraged this technical ability from a very early age. My older brother was his pride and joy. Brother parlayed this into a successful engineering career. I was treated like the black sheep in comparison. For my grand dad I think it was also a weird dynamic as I was sickly as a baby. Born without my upper stomach sphincter I couldnt keep food down and there was a time as an infant they didnt think Id make it (doctors even suspected my mom of munchausen by proxy before they figured out the underlying issue). My grandad rarely or never visited me in the hospital during this time. I suspect it is tied to the fact I had an uncle that died in infancy that he took very very hard. Growing up we spent our summers on his farm. He'd have my brother out helping tear down and fix tractors and he'd park me in front of the TV and have my grandma watch me. I felt these actions for sure and there were a few overt times he trusted my brother with stuff that really hurt my feelings. Later on after my brother had moved out of the city for his job and I started spending a lot more time hunting there my granddad came around and we got pretty close. I hardly bring this stuff up as my brother is unsympathetic about it, "It was 30 years ago fucking get over it...." Thanks for listening to my therapy session. Prosecco is alright. Tend to be sweeter I find which Im not a fan of but I dig sparking wines.
We chill Prosecco and bring it in a cooler down to the lake. Nothing like cold Prosecco on the beach by the lake when it’s hot out. I’m the oldest of two and the only son, which got me- no special privileges as far as I can tell. My sister may view it differently. My wife is the youngest of three with two older brothers. My brother-in-law, the middle kid, was the golden child. Probably because the oldest son was, and still is, a bit odd and off putting.
We rented SXS's today and had a bit of a proud dad moment. I was in front and setting the pace, we made another child cry and quit. My kid was screaming "GO!" and wanted even more. So I just hammered down and tried to only lift when we got to muddy sections because I didn't want to get incredibly dirty. We left everyone behind and beat the snot out of that SXS.
16 years after my grandfather died I was helping my mom clean out her house she inherited from her parents and found my grandfather’s journal stashed away and decided to read it. I thought of him as a loving father figure to me. Upon reading it I found that to say he was secretly not fond of me was an understatement. Jesus christ what a harsh, bitter old asshole, I was just a kid when he was writing this stuff. I trashed the journal so my mom would never read it. Everytime I see my mom she goes on about how proud he would be of me, and I just have to smile and nod. Edit: I also found his many series of letters to the editor dated to the 70s and 80s of the esteemed “Santa Monica Outlook” local rag of a newspaper that all amounted to “kids these days got no respect” and his college correspondence to and from his friends in which a lot of his friends seemed to imply he was homosexual.
I'm really enjoying sparkling wines this summer... trying a bunch... reds, whites, rose, etc. There are good, inexpensive ones that they are now bottling with bottlecaps on them, like old fashioned pop bottles.. and they are really tasty with some ice or some cut up frozen fruit. Great fizzy summer drink.