Ardbeg 10

Today we tried the Ardbeg Ten Year Old, another Scottish single malt. While the boys were in agreement, that it was smokey, more peaty than the. . . Lagavulin I think, I am ambivalent. Islay whiskeys aren't completely my thing, I guess. I liked the Johnny Walker Green, which the guys were not too impressed with--they said it was too smooth, without enough flavor. I liked its smoothness and would like to try the Gold and Blue (which are on sale at Costco right now, by the way), but not enough to purchase entire bottles to finish. Actually, the Blue is $25 off at Costco right now, and it comes with its own little carrying case. Unfortunately, it's completely sold out (go figure).

Women having two sex lives (and personalities), a theory

I was perusing Psychology Today magazine and saw this article but wasn't able to read it until I got home. After all, an Itty Bitty princess can only rock back and forth on her feet for so long waiting for her mom to read a magazine, I'm surprised she was so good for that long as it was.

But basically, the article suggests that women have two personalities, one while they're ovulating (when they prefer more masculine sex partners and well as when they're more likely to take risks), and one while they're not (and they prefer a more sensitive sex partner and less likely to be as outgoing). It also talked about hormone fluctuations and suggested that it was why women were more likely to be moody and depressed. As in, we aren't that way for no reason, but that there's a very good, very specific reason.

It was interesting, but I have no graphic to go along with the post.

Turning the mundane into art

So Hubby got me a Kindle for Christmas. He intended it to be a secret, but it was delivered separately from the Wii Fit he ordered, in its own little box that actually was quite Kindle-sized. And it was delivered while he was away at work, and I was home with the kids. I remember thinking "Oh, that's the size of a Kindle" but was summarily distracted afterwards for the rest of the afternoon. When Hubby got home he was quite glum and then opened the box, assuming I knew exactly what was in it and who it was for. Actually, it had escaped my mind. But he was determined to give it to me that moment, so I have an early Christmas gift that needs a case. I haven't liked any of the ones at Target or Amazon (actually, there were a few off Amazon that caught my eye, but they were the Diane Von Furstenburg ones that apparently, let your Kindle fall out which does not sound very protective). So I started looking at Etsy, and found one that seemed decent except for the fabric print. But today Hubby sent me a link to this California company that makes leather Kindle covers and I'm in love. These look like works of art. And they're (relatively) locally-made (if local can be considered the same state), how cool is that?

I've been trying to keep up with the knitting, but playing with my new Kindle has been taking up precious time.

Making the cut

Last month our family started a new tradition: before going to bed, we take turns saying what we're thankful for. While Itty Bitty is thankful for "Dada come home!" and "Woe woe" (that's "woof woof" for those of you not schooled in toddler talk) and "milk", Bub automatically says he's thankful for his parents, sister and grandparents. Every time. Until this week. After a difficult evening that left him frustrated with his father, he cut it down to "Grandpa and Mom." But a couple nights ago he edited it down to "Grandpa." But last night, he drew a family picture. It shows him with Mom and Grandpa (no dad, no little sister). Hubby's not too offended, and I'm glad I'm still somewhat important to a little boy who knows how to hold a grudge.