Peacock scarf

The school that I work at has a fundraiser/auction every year in March. It is quite the "to-do" with people in attendance dressing in very fancy clothes and spending oodles of money. This year, I decided that I would donate something to the live auction. (Actually, I bought the yarn, knit the scarf, and then decided I didn't really like the colors. The yarn was expensive Malabrigo hand painted wool, so I hated to part with it. I decided to do something good with it instead.)

At the school that I work at, there is an order of Nuns that raise peacocks. Since the colors in the yarn were teal, aqua and gold, I thought that I would call it the peacock scarf and donate it to the silent auction.

Bottle of red, bottle of white

So my friends Becky, Niki and Erin and I get together about once a month for a good ol' happy hour. We go way back (we were all gophers) and so we have been doing this quite a while. Not too long ago, we decided that instead of having a happy hour, we should find somewhere to do a wine tasting. Niki found a wine tasting class through her Community Ed program, and booked us.

The class was held at a wine shop called "Wine Styles" in Champlin. It was a great wine shop with a lot of selection and well organized. We tasted a bubbly one that was almond flavored (YUM!) and a couple of reds and whites. I am not a huge wine drinker, but it was a lot of fun. The last wine that we tasted was a dessert wine called "Chocolate Amore". I wasn't too sure about it, but after taking a sip, I was hooked! It tasted like a liquid Tootsie Roll. It was pretty good.

It was a nice diversion from our regular Happy Hour. Unfortunately, Erin was sick and wasn't able to join us. (Niki's Step-mom was a fabulous step in for the ailing Erin.) Here is a picture of Niki and Becky toasting to Erin's health! Get well, Erin, we will catch you next month!

I think I am finally ready to talk about it...

Last week, a trade was made. It was a trade that made me so upset, that yes, I had tears in my eyes. I felt betrayed and angry. I felt as though there was no hope for the future.

Now time has passed, and I feel a little better. So maybe this year will be a year of rebuilding. I will stand by my guys. I will still yell at the top of my lungs. I will still buy the ticket.

It still stings a bit though...