Skittle-dee-do

So my mom is crazy, and not like in the, 'oh my mom's crazy, but so is everyone's,' way. No, Nanc is legit off the rocker, but you have to love her for it. One of my favorite mom stories is actually a second hand story from 'The Spreenster' (who apparently is now a member of the Pappas family) that takes place after my sister's wedding shower. So we're back at home and Spreeny hasn't seen my mom since she'd been going through chemo/bald, and she's, like, fully healed at this point, and all dolled up for this event. So they're standing in the 'Hall of Shame' and Spreen says to my mom, "Hey Nanc, i just wanted to tell you, you look great!' and my mom, face forward, arms spread like an eagle, falls against the picture frame covered wall and says, "I'm SOOOOOO drunk!" And i'm actually rolling on the floor laughing right now, because i can totally picture it.

Anyway the other story has actually been in progress since 2008. Basically i decided i needed to get away for a while, so i quit my job and decided i was going to enroll in this 1 month teaching school in Prague, then get a job there. So i tell my mom this over the phone, and the next day i get this email:

To: LPappas
From: NPappas
Subject: Life decisions.

Lauren,

TRUE OR FALSE! YOU HAVE ALREADY SIGNED A YEAR LONG TEACHING CONTRACT IN THE CZECH REPUBLIC AND ARE BOUND TO FULFILL IT BY CZECH LAW?

Also your father says hi.

Love Mom

There are SOOO many funny things about that over exaggerated email, but DPL and i couldn't get past: TRUE OR FALSE! and have since then pretty much used for every question ever since then. My response to my mom was:

To: NPappas
From: LPappas
Subject: YOU'RE CRAZY.

False.

Love you both,
Lauren

Which is really the only acceptable response. Anyway this is EVEN MORE FUNNY because yesterday my sister forwarded me this email:

To: DPapster
From: NPappas
Subject: Just asking...

Is there any news about your house yet? I heard that you asked Gina to move into her cave. True or False?

Love Mom

And there it is again, three years later, and i just think life alone is worth living for moments like this.

Okay, down to business. The past three days i've been making Skittle Infused Vodka.

Mom: What are you making?
Me: Skittle Infused Vodka.
Mom: What's Skittle-dee-do?

Don't be fooled here, she's has perfect hearing. I know this because i'll be talking in the kitchen to my dad and say in a whisper, "Man, mom's in a bad mood." And from the other side of the house she'll be like, "WELL WHAT DO YOU EXPECT WHEN I HAVE TO PUT UP WITH THE TWO OF YOU!" I mean seriously? She does, however, have selective hearing. Sometimes you'll be sitting right next to her telling her all about Top Chef, and 10 minuets later she'll be all, "Hey have you seen the new Top Chef?" Which, really mom? Really?

So i got the good stuff for this because it was on sale.

So divide the liquor 'evenly' between five jars, and separate your skittles. Add skittles to jars:

The skittles turn white almost immediately. Overnight they pretty much completely evaporate, but leave some gunk behind.


Then you filter them, and pout them into whatever the fuck you want. I got these cool flasks from the container store. But first a word on filtering: You have to fucking use a coffee filter in a sieve, even though it takes what seems like the rest of your life. I started that process two days ago, and was like, fuck that where's my cheese cloth, but then the next morning this:


Which is just not pretty, so we re-filtered (are currently doing so):


And it's taking for fucking ever. All that's done right now is the red one, which is looking pretty sexy. Hopefully tonight i'll have the rest (my mom's super excited about this, and took the initiative to continue straining this morning), then i'll update this post, but i have to go to work now, and am quite frankly sick of this shit, cause it's like day 4.


Also i had some cool layered shots going, but my dad deleted the camera for reasons unknown. Anyway be on the lookout for Skittle-dee-do: Part 2.