<p>And the egg white makes it high protein!</p>
<p>this is just what we need; a nice healthy drink that is high in protein and good for our minds.</p>
<p>I think that Jmmom’s son should get the first one then she can come back home :)</p>
<p>sybbie lol.</p>
<p>Did I ever tell you by the way that I have a younger sister for whom your screenname is her nickname? Although I don’t call her 719…</p>
<p>When she was little half of her nickname was actually Bibble.</p>
<p>LOL sybbie. I would carry one back to him. But it wouldn’t make it through Transportation Security. I think he doesn’t want to forget age or marital status though. Just what the stripe on the back of his head looks like :eek:.</p>
<p>Oh, I bet it is starting to grow out by now? It has been a few days . . .</p>
<p>jmmom, </p>
<p>You need to buy ten or fifteen 3 oz plastic bottles, and once they’re filled put them all in a ziploc and it will be fine. :)</p>
<p>Can someone explain why lots of 3 oz bottles are fine but one 8 oz bottle is a no no?</p>
<p>Sorry, SBmom, no one can even explain why an 8 oz bottle is a no-no in the first place, since the whole “liquids on a plane” thing has been thoroughly debunked.</p>
<p>Speaking of screen names (a few posts back; yeah, I’m slow), Moominmama, I always pictured you as a Minnesota dairy farmer until I learned about the Moomintroll books (right in this very thread).</p>
<p>Okay, it’s unanimous. We’ve found the SA Signature drink and I will carry a double onto the plane in a six-pack of 3-oz bottles.</p>
<p>Now… we need one of our graphically talented types to step up to the plate. Our drink needs a logo. I think we should call it “The Renee- Sinner’s Alley Signature Drink.” But it needs the right Look.</p>
<p>Anyone?</p>
<p>Aw, shucks, all I did was pass on something I read…we should give some credit to the author. By the way he’s the author of the book that inspired Il Postini, one of my all-time favorite movies.</p>
<p>But you can include my likeness on promotional material–I’m typical Latina in appearance, dark hair, dark eyes, olive complexion, think Selma Hayak with curlier hair…hee-hee!</p>
<p>Renee – well, I have been to Minnesota! But I never said, “Ya sure, ya betcha” except in jest. Like the Moominmama in the books, I live surrounded by trees, have seashells in my garden, and enjoy eating pancakes.</p>
<p>The drink should be named the Postino, of course. Fabulous double entendre when April rolls back around…</p>
<p>Logo: Renee’s face, of course sucking a hard boiled egg (I loved the movie too!). And vaguely discernable behind her in the trattoria, a very suave Marmot is sharing some vino with an Italian soccer player.</p>
<p>Are we all happy?</p>
<p>^^I love it! :)</p>
<p>Well, I don’t quite get all the references. But if SBmom made it up, based on Renee’s inspiration… and momof2Peruvians likes it. Well, I’m down with it, ya betcha.</p>
<p>Yup, I’m happy. Happy as a marmot knocking one back with an Italian futboler.</p>
<p>SBmom-
Yes, yes, si, si, perfectissimo! Have a Postino on me!</p>
<p>jmmom-
You simply must see the movie:
<a href=“http://www.amazon.com/Il-Postino-Philippe-Noiret/dp/6305291403/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/105-5750814-4430030?ie=UTF8&s=dvd&qid=1187247685&sr=8-1[/url]”>http://www.amazon.com/Il-Postino-Philippe-Noiret/dp/6305291403/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/105-5750814-4430030?ie=UTF8&s=dvd&qid=1187247685&sr=8-1</a></p>
<p>Salud! (that’s how we say it in Spanish; I don’t remember if I’ve heard it in Italian, so I guess I’ll hang out in the trattoria for awhile to refresh my memory–be back in a while!)</p>
<p>Added Il Postino to the Netflix queue. --check!</p>
<p>It looks like it could be a chick flick. Btw, are the men in this joint voting for strawberry daiquiris? 
Hey, fine with me. Real men drink pink cocktails. That’s right…uh huh. With whipped cream! Damn straight. And, a cherry on top. Right on, manly men of the Alley! </p>
<p>:::crickets chirping::: </p>
<p>I’ll be in the orange booth plucking jmmom’s eyebrows. :)</p>
<p>In Italian it would be “salute” or “chin chin.” And I’m all for pink drinks!</p>
<p>“Btw, are the men in this joint voting for strawberry daiquiris?”</p>
<p>Um, no. What do you have on draft?</p>
<p>Although I did enjoy such foreign films as “Il Postino”, “Cinema Paradiso”, “Jean de Florette”, “Manon of Spring”, “Babette’s Feast” and “Raise the Red Lantern”.</p>
<p>D has gone back to school and W is at Yoga Bootcamp for the week. 100% Woman-free Zone! Which means no clean dishes or groceries in the house. </p>
<p>And we men like to think we are in charge…</p>
<p>Raise the Red Lantern, oh yeah Gong Li. May not be a man alive who wouldn’t sit through all KINDS of furrin’ nonsense for that beauteous creature…</p>
<p>Movie night in Sinner’s Alley. Where we can watch movies with hidden agendas…</p>
<p>For me its Wedding Crashers. The WASP house on the sound kind of reminds me of my dad’s family, if they hadn’t lived in New Jersey of course. Anyway, feels like home and I can pretend to be a cool mom to my boy child.</p>
<p>jmmom descends to a lower circle of hell.</p>
<p>Lower than the circle where you butcher your son’s hair, that is.</p>
<p>Rented a car stateside this afternoon. Drove it down to la casa. Parked in front of house. Carried one case of bottled water and one small bag of duct tape (don’t ask) along with purse into house. Fine.</p>
<p>Now ready to move car into garage. Can NOT find keys. I mean CAN NOT. I have done all the usually productive “finding strategies” over and over again ad infinitum. Re-traced steps physically, re-thought steps sequentially in my mind (or what’s left of it :p). Emptied purse - 4 times. Visited every trash can and garbage can in the house. Muchos veces. </p>
<p>Decided (or tried) to leave it alone and do something else. Because surely it would occur to me where they are. Nada, zip, zilch.</p>
<p>Sheesh. It’s been two hours! Dinner plans aborted. But I have to find the keys! I don’t picture Avis sending a nice-looking young soccer player across the border to bring me a new set, do you?</p>
<p>Warning: do not trust jmmom around you or yours. Even unarmed, she is dangerous.</p>