Karma.
I'm pretty sure it has something to do with my inner sophomoric giggle at the word "booty" in the following paragraph from David Broom's book, Rum: "Take Jamaica, for example, which the English had seized in 1655. One of buccaneers' leaders, Henry Morgan, used his booty *snicker* to buy a sugar plantation on the island: eventually, Captain Morgan, pirate, became Sir Henry Morgan, Jamaica's governor."
Just as I tried to suppress the urge to snork like a frat boy, a kale chip missed my wide open trap and slipped down the front of my sports bra. "That's what you get, Val. Grow up."
As my booze-studies soaked brain ingested these new tidbits about Rum's (and Jamaica's) history, and that there really was a Captain Morgan, I commenced to fishing out tidbits of nacho flavored kale chips from amongst my own bits.
Who knew, right? This set me to wondering also:
- about the etymology of the word booty. I mean, how did we go from the plundering sense in 15th century pirate world all the way to Destiny's Child and Bootylicious? Looked it up.
- can Val shake it like Beyonce' while singing, "I don't think you're ready for this jelly ... 'cause my body too bootylicious for ya babe..."? Um, nope. Yep, tried. Not pretty.
Best go take care of this kale-sports bra situation and go back to my Cachaca-sipping. Still a little behind on my spirits studies, but sometimes a little distraction is necessary. Let's just say I'll never forget these little facts about Rum either, shall we?
Not to mention this is my first original September post since 2011, outside some "Remember September"lame attempts at fall flashbacks. Do you remember (whoa, "Remember September" - there it is again!) the launch of Miniskirts and Laughter Lines by Carol Wyer? By the way, she's written several books since. She's obviously been successful in her writing, so please check her out at Facing 50 With Humour.
Meanwhile, I'll go back to facing 50 with liquor as I try to get over this Level 4 Diploma hump (three exams down, three to go!), adding alphabet soup to my signature block, and damaging my liver.
Currently there is no date on Val's book release. She has to write a paper on the renaissance of gin first. Sorry, Sir Henry Morgan, the Dutch may just have predated your Caribbean booty call.
I'm pretty sure it has something to do with my inner sophomoric giggle at the word "booty" in the following paragraph from David Broom's book, Rum: "Take Jamaica, for example, which the English had seized in 1655. One of buccaneers' leaders, Henry Morgan, used his booty *snicker* to buy a sugar plantation on the island: eventually, Captain Morgan, pirate, became Sir Henry Morgan, Jamaica's governor."
Just as I tried to suppress the urge to snork like a frat boy, a kale chip missed my wide open trap and slipped down the front of my sports bra. "That's what you get, Val. Grow up."
As my booze-studies soaked brain ingested these new tidbits about Rum's (and Jamaica's) history, and that there really was a Captain Morgan, I commenced to fishing out tidbits of nacho flavored kale chips from amongst my own bits.
Who knew, right? This set me to wondering also:
- about the etymology of the word booty. I mean, how did we go from the plundering sense in 15th century pirate world all the way to Destiny's Child and Bootylicious? Looked it up.
- can Val shake it like Beyonce' while singing, "I don't think you're ready for this jelly ... 'cause my body too bootylicious for ya babe..."? Um, nope. Yep, tried. Not pretty.
Best go take care of this kale-sports bra situation and go back to my Cachaca-sipping. Still a little behind on my spirits studies, but sometimes a little distraction is necessary. Let's just say I'll never forget these little facts about Rum either, shall we?
Not to mention this is my first original September post since 2011, outside some "Remember September"
Meanwhile, I'll go back to facing 50 with liquor as I try to get over this Level 4 Diploma hump (three exams down, three to go!), adding alphabet soup to my signature block, and damaging my liver.
Currently there is no date on Val's book release. She has to write a paper on the renaissance of gin first. Sorry, Sir Henry Morgan, the Dutch may just have predated your Caribbean booty call.
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| Val & Dad, circa 2011 - before I knew Captain Morgan was, you know, a real dude. |
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