I seem to be a weather driven wine drinker. To me, a snowy, blowy night just begs for a big warming glass of something red, to be sipped on next to a roaring fire. But now that the weather has turned to warm breezes and green trees, my taste buds are guiding me to the…
The Winey Son turned 20 yesterday. There was no Thomas The Tank Engine wrapping paper. No Harry Potter gift bags. No Cleveland Indians paper plates. No throng of hungry boys in our backyard. Nope, my 20 year old spent his day on the training fields of West Point, learning to be a soldier and a leader. (And…
The Winey Son turned 20 yesterday. There was no Thomas The Tank Engine wrapping paper. No Harry Potter gift bags. No Cleveland Indians paper plates. No throng of hungry boys in our backyard. Nope, my 20 year old spent his day on the training fields of West Point, learning to be a soldier and a leader. (And…
The Winey Son turned 20 yesterday. There was no Thomas The Tank Engine wrapping paper. No Harry Potter gift bags. No Cleveland Indians paper plates. No throng of hungry boys in our backyard. Nope, my 20 year old spent his day on the training fields of West Point, learning to be a soldier and a leader. (And…
I have every faith that when I buy a bottle of wine (or case, if I happen to be at certain stores with the initials “Trader Joe’s) that it won’t kill me. Or at least that it won’t make me sick. Or wrinkle my nose and shout “Ewww!” And I’m not talking about a wine…
I have every faith that when I buy a bottle of wine (or case, if I happen to be at certain stores with the initials “Trader Joe’s) that it won’t kill me. Or at least that it won’t make me sick. Or wrinkle my nose and shout “Ewww!” And I’m not talking about a wine…
I have every faith that when I buy a bottle of wine (or case, if I happen to be at certain stores with the initials “Trader Joe’s) that it won’t kill me. Or at least that it won’t make me sick. Or wrinkle my nose and shout “Ewww!” And I’m not talking about a wine…
It was the rare – and I mean RARE – Memorial Day weekend in the Winey Household: nothing to do for three whole days! Oh, this doesn’t sound rare to you? Well, we here in Winey World have raised two Winey children. Both of whom play/ed travel sports. So if we weren’t in West Virginia…
It was the rare – and I mean RARE – Memorial Day weekend in the Winey Household: nothing to do for three whole days! Oh, this doesn’t sound rare to you? Well, we here in Winey World have raised two Winey children. Both of whom play/ed travel sports. So if we weren’t in West Virginia…
It was the rare – and I mean RARE – Memorial Day weekend in the Winey Household: nothing to do for three whole days! Oh, this doesn’t sound rare to you? Well, we here in Winey World have raised two Winey children. Both of whom play/ed travel sports. So if we weren’t in West Virginia…
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