Let me explain...

I realized this morning that I never explained what this blog is about.  Yes, the underlying theme will always be Life Without Wine, but there will be more to it than just talking about how my life may have changed since giving up the good stuff for my big resolution this New Year.  After careful thought and much deliberation with myself, it has been concluded that my daily life is way too boring and thus I've decided to add some back stories that, as of right now may not make much sense, but believe me, they tell a story.  I also came to the conclusion while having an evening text session with my good friend Sofia the other day that I wanted to let a little information about myself get out into the open - things that I have never told anyone.  No, I'm not into weird stuff like witchcraft, although that would be interesting and kind of crazy.  "I bind you Nancy.  I bind you from doing harm to yourself, and doing harm to others."  That's a line from The Craft, just in case you're wondering.  The bottom line is I think we all have experiences and perspectives on life that sometimes need to be put forth and shared with others, if not for informational purposes, at least for a good laugh or to push myself to a point of feeling uncomfortable.  What's funny is that as I type this, I have not rolled out this blog for anyone to read, except my roommate Minette, who is being my guinea pig.  For that Minette, I am sorry.  

The idea behind Life Without Wine is that I don't know what to expect out of life after giving up wine.  Our relationship has been going fairly strong for 15 years, however things really got hot and steamy these past 6 or so years.  We have become inseparable, to the point where Charles Shaw became my best friend, usually after 7 or 8 pm.  I'd settle in for a night of Jeopardy and Judge Judy with my pal Charles. We would learn some fun facts and then get some really useful legal advice.  This eventually ended up becoming a regular fling.  I think my husband Curtis started sensing something was going on, however I assured him that there was nothing between us.  That was a flat out lie.  






Curtis was always like, "Why don't you just have one glass a night?".  For someone like myself, that wasn't enough.  I know myself too well.  I have an addictive personality where moderation is a ridiculous thought, as well as a ten-letter word - just not part of my life's repertiore.  If I don't take on a project with giving it my all, I am doomed for failure.  This reminds me of when I was forced to give up things for Lent when I was a kid.  Think about it.  Forty days without something that you really enjoy.  That's why I would give up bananas.  I hate bananas, and so therefore I wouldn't miss them at all.  My father would make the whole family give up meat for Lent.  That was a huge success, as my siblings and I ended up eat at houses of friends and traded lunches at lunchtime.  I was also an avid smoker for about 8 years.  I'm talking two packs a day toward the end.  Yes, I was cool once.  I started smoking at the age of 18 and quit when I was 26.  Cold-turkey, of course.  I figure that since I was successful at quitting smoking cold-turkey, I can stop drinking red wine the same way.  Sure, I was a complete bitch that no one wanted to be around for about 3 months, but I digress...  I wouldn't go so far as to say I am an alcoholic or addicted to red wine, rather we just have a very close friendship that I think needs to part ways for a bit - kind of like a mini-vacation from each other.  I don't know how long we'll be apart, but sometimes it's healthy to not spend so much time together.  I got him a one-way ticket.  I also told red wine's good friend Cheap Beer to take a hike as well, although he only got $3 for the train ride.  Jose Cuervo and Company, on the other hand, can stick around.  We don't really get along too well.






So that about sums up what it is that I am trying to accomplish here.  There's really no telling what will be posted on this blog.  Crazy memories that have been pushed to the back of my mind.  Perhaps secrets that I have never told anyone.  Nothing incriminating, but I am a notoriously secretive person.  Just ask my friends who I would leave at bars telling them that I was heading home.  They usually made it home before I did hours later.  They had their suspicions, I'm sure.  I also want to see how my perspective on life changes without the hindrance of red wine.  I'm not expecting to find Jesus or become a hippy.  Which is basically the same thing, right?  What I'm hoping for is to find that joy out of life that I used to love so much before I went back to school six years ago.  I hate school.  And even worse, I hate working full-time and going to school.  Now I know why a night of red wine with Jeopardy and Judge Judy was so appealing. It helped me forget that my life sucked.  Well, now life doesn't suck so much anymore.  School is done with and has been for over two years now.  The problem is that I never adjusted the rest of my life when that happened.  This blog is what I want to use to do something I haven't really done in a while - actually thinking about stuff for a change.  Or maybe playing one more game of Angry Birds (even though that seems to have become a daily event). Either way, it will be a day in the life, without wine.