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Ladies Who Drink Red Wine are Thinner and Healthier ... - Newsblaze.com

... enjoying a glass or two of wine, beer or a cocktail on most days of the week, proved to be much less likely to get fat and those who regularly drank a couple of glasses of wine , particularly red wine ," such as: Cabernet Sauvignon, Pinot Noir ...

A tipple a day keeps obesity at bay, study - IndiaTimes

Women who drink a couple of glasses of red wine, beer or spirits a day are better at keeping the pounds off than tea-total women, according to a study. Researchers at Brigham and Women's Hospital in Boston asked more than 19,000, normal-weight US ...

Hayden Panettiere — Boozing Since Childhood - Showbizspy.com

HAYDEN Panettiere has liked alcohol for as long she can remember. The Heroes star, 20, says she’s been drinking wine with her meals since the age of eight. “I was raised Italian and we always had diluted glasses of red wine at dinner time from ...

Health Watch: White Teeth - MyFox Atlanta

Too much coffee, too many glasses of red wine, too many cigarettes -- all of those things can do a number on your pearly whites. If you've been looking for a way to brighten your smile, Health Watch reporter Beth Galvin is here with some answers ...

Latest scientific study proves women who drink wine ... - Examiner

... much less likely to get fat and those who regularly drank a couple of glasses of <a href='http://www.cvwine.com' target='_new'>wine</a>, particularly <a href='http://www.cvwine.com/wineclub/home.html' target='_new'>red wine</a>,” such as ...

Topless Surfers Troll Chatroulette as Site Seeks ... - BusinessWeek

March 15 (Bloomberg) -- Alli Galbraith and her boyfriend Johnny Graham have a new pastime. For the past week, they’ve poured themselves glasses of boxed red wine, popped Red Stripe beers and hopped on Chatroulette.com, a site that puts them in ...

Hartsville Wine 101 class ‘just the basics’ - SCNow

... were schooled in the finer nuances of what was poured into their glasses. “The first week we went through 36 different aromas. Then we went through 12 different essences or tastes,” Haenni said. Saturday was red wine day. “Just because it ...

Lose Weight by Eating like Jesus? - Associated Content

Red Wine: Why It's a Serious Aphrodisiac for Women.. New research indicates that women who drink one or two glasses of red wine each day have stronger libidos than those who choose alcoholic drinks other than wine or are teetotal.... Red Wine May ...

Dish | Comfy Cow to double seating capacity - Courier-Journal

... or bottle sold in March at any of their locations, the Bristol will contribute $1 to the American Red Cross earthquake recovery efforts. A special Chilean wine list offers bottles from $17 to $28, with glasses at $5.25 to $8.25. White wine and ...

Mind & Meaning: Muted cheers for booze benefits - Independent

While all had gained some weight and 45pc became overweight or obese, this was least in those drinking one or two glasses of red wine each day. Overall, there was a 30pc reduction in the risk of being overweight and a 70pc reduction in the risk of ...

Open Question: is there anything wrong with eating only ready cooked food?

Apart from meals out (once a week) or with friends at their home ( once a month) I eat nothing but ready cooked food. By that I mean packaged food that just needs to be heated up in the oven or the microwave. Today, for instance, I had a bowl of porridge for breakfast (empty sachet, pour milk on, heat 2 mins in microwave), Red Cabbage and Apple (Tescos Finest) for lunch (4 mins heat up in mocrowave) and four small satsumas, Bubble and Squeak for supper (Tescos again) (35 mins in oven), with two glasses of wine, and more satsumas for after, and about three cups of coffee during the day. I just cannot see the point of fiddling around with saucepans, cooker, etc etc, when it can all be done in a microwave or an oven. Sensible advice only please. I am 77 years old and live alone. more

Open Question: Is it possible to not get drunk?

Just as a disclaimer, I don't drink a great deal, don't agree with what my friend did here and this question is just for curiosity reasons. One of my friends can't get drunk. I've literally seen her eat nothing all day, then go out and have 5 shots of vodka, five pints of beer, 3 cocktails, two glasses of red wine, a jug of vodka-mixers to herself and periodic rum and cokes throughout the night, and still not be drunk. By not drunk I mean she can converse normally, doesn't slur her speech, has no balance/mobility issues and doesn't show any signs of a more extreme personality, be it anger or violence or sadness. I'm just curious if anyone knows biologically why this can happen? Just to reiterate, I don't like that she drinks this much. more

Open Question: Are there different kinds of glasses for wine?

Does red wine have a specific glass that it should be served it? Same for white wine. Does that also include chardonay's, merlots, etc? more

Open Question: My descriptive writing piece?

I know I have just added this question, but I've edited it and thought I've made it better. Please give me opinions: and don't be too harsh- I'm 13. Basically, we had to write an opening paragraph describing a restaurant. Humming. A bumble of banter bounces against the diner walls; the old floral wallpaper, once a polished apple colour though now a dimmed Persian red. The room is alive with zeal. Colourless glasses sing out amongst the mingle of voices. Humming. I catch the glossy eye of a man not far in front of me. His mane, a down rush of prosperous locks, dangles in front of his watchful gaze. His stare is changeless: Almost as changeless as that of the ancient wall cover. Still and seeming nonexistent, the man admires the gentle lady opposite him; her face hollow. However, he continues to gawp into the cave: the shadows passing through his unblemished adoration. His ashen white slender hand brushes against hers and they rest against one another for a while, the cave beaming lust. Warm wispy steam encircles the couple as a plate is lowered onto the table; the flavourful feast arranged on top. The mist cloaks the cave, the sombre portal vanishing behind the pallid fog. Potatoes and meat, gravy and wine: the aromas stick stubbornly in my senses. Hope you like it! :) more

Open Question: I have really bad cramp in my foot....... Alcohol related...? Please help?

I have put some muscle/joint gel on it but It still kills...I`m not even being a baby! I`m in agony...! One min. I`m chillin with a glass of red wine the next BAM! cramp..... :( Last week when I drank I also got chest pain and couldn't breathe properly (I am asthmatic) Do you think it could be the drink? Anyway I can get rid of my cramps? more

Open Question: I have PCOS and having a really hard time losing weight. Am I doing something wrong?

Hi Everyone- I know there are a bunch of women out there who will know what I'm talking about. I am 31 and was diagnosed with PCOS about a year ago. I've been a dancer all my life and always super active. I have a muscular build and I'm not overweight, but I desperately want to lose the extra fat around my middle and have those abs I've always dreamed of. I definitely have the tone in there (can see it when I flex) but that extra layer just is NOT budging! I am in the 5th week of BeachBody's Insanity program and have not missed one day. I follow the nutrition guidelines but tweak it to have less sugar since I have the Insulin Resistance that comes with PCOS. I've read that it's more difficult to lose this belly fat due to what PCOS does to our bodies. Do I have hope to reach the goal I've set out for myself? My starting weight was 136 (haven't weighed myself since) and my goal is 115. I am 5'3". I know I'm not "overweight" but I definitely want the fittest and healthiest body I could possibly have. I don't eat ANY refined sugar or flour. I eat only Ezekeil products for breads, tortilla, cereal etc and measure all my portions. I make sure not to exceed 6 servings (20g or less) of carbs a day. I watch my sugary fruits/starchy vegs, drink a glass of red wine maybe 1x every 3 weeks (if at all), don't smoke, no soda, and drink mostly water and black (mate) tea. Is there anything I'm doing wrong? Oh, I also take chromium and cinnamon bark daily, along with VitB+C, Aloe Ferox, FlaxSeed Oil, Calcium, Glucosamine and sometimes Bromelain. I've lost .5 inch in my bust and 1 inch in my hips, but nothing lost in my waist. If there's anybody who can provide feedback, I'd really appreciate it. Please, only those with knowledge on the topic (or experience with Insulin Resistance) because this situation is different from the typical (non PCOS) woman who is trying to lose weight/fat. more

Open Question: Is this a healthy diet plan that will help me lose weight?

Can someone help with my diet plan and let me know if this is a good diet plan for losing weight? Below is an example of what I would eat in a day throughout the week: Breakfast: 1 egg, 2 egg whites, 1 slice of 100% whole wheat bread, low fat laughing cow cheese as a spread, cantaloupe Snack: Cantalope, mango Lunch: 6" veggie sub on whole wheat with no mayo Snack: Sweet potato, cantalope Dinner: Chicken breast cooked in hibachi sauce (low cal and fat), broccoli, glass of red wine This all adds up to about 1200 calories, 19g of fat, 150 carbs, 72g of sugar (from the fruit), 70g of protein, and 22g of fiber. For exercise I plan on doing 5 days a week of 40 min. cardio, 50 lunches, and 50 crunches. On the weekends I tend to eat a little more and I drink... I am 5'5 and weigh 140. My body fat % is at 30 and I want to be at 120 pounds and 18% body fat. Will my plan work? Thank you for your help! more

Open Question: really good [inexpensive] red wine?

i really want to get into the habit of having a glass of red wine with dinner =) i had a red wine at olive garden a few years ago and it was really sweet and fruity. i really liked it but i cannot for the life of me remember what it was called. does anybody know of any really yummy red wines? more

Open Question: Which are your favourite drinks / all kinds of drinks included/ ?

I like juices very much. Orange juice, banana juice, apricot juice. I love good coffee very much. I have at least one cup of coffee every day. I sometimes take milk, airian, cappuchino, cocoa. They are very delicious, too. I sometimes have a glass of wine. I prefer red wine but white wine is also ok and depends on the meal and the season also. Alcohol, like whisky or cognac, very rarely and a little. I like to have cold beer in summer. more

Open Question: What should I wear for prom PLS PLS HELP!?

So you get an idea of my skin tone&hair colour: http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h160/lindalmw/edit9.jpg I'm a full-ISH hour glass Any idea on colour? Style? Pictures would be great :] [I wanted to go with wine red but my graduation dress is already a mixture of red,orange&yellow] more

Resolved Question: What is some really good tasting red wine?

What is some really good tasting red wine? that’s fairly inexpensive.. Recently I’ve tried Don David which took me 1 ½ glasses to get used to the taste.. Ended up drinking half a bottle. I prefer something soft, not too nutty but still with a nice smooth flavor.. more

Voting Question: Why do I vomit and feel like death after one glass of red wine?

Every time I have one (yes one) or even half a glass of red wine, about half hour later I am power spewing every where. I get hot and feel like Im about to get a monster migraine (don't actually get one).. Also, last night I had half a glass of white wine (which i know I can drink a lot of) but this one was a different type and my body actually refused to let me swallow it.. the drops that i got down initially quickly developed into the red wine reaction!. Does anyone else get this.. could I be allergic to a preservative or is there something else in them? I can eat nuts and eggs etc. so its not that. more

Resolved Question: how many glasses of red wine does it take to get YOU DRUNK?

Resolved Question: is it ok to have a martini and a glass of wine on a low carb diet or will I ruin my stage of ketosis?

I am on day 6 of the South Beach diet. I have been very strict about it and am even skipping the dessert. I rarely eat after dinner anyway. If I have a martini before dinner tonight and a glass of red wine with dinner will I destroy the ketosis stage I am entering? more

Resolved Question: What would you like? A glass of red or white wine?

Voting Question: Is my phone totally fried?

I spilt a glass of wine over my brand new Nokia N96 mini and its totally dead. I didnt know not to charge it which i did and now it just goes black on the screen with blue lights down 1 side. I took it into vodafone and he said its totally dead and theres no way to fix it as the sticker inside is red and should be white. Is there any hope of saving it? This was 3 days ago though!I actually thought i had insurance on it with my network provider. I ve only had the phone for 5 weeks, its on a 2 year contract! Seems insurance was overlooked when this phone was added to my account :O( more

Resolved Question: What can I do to get drunk quicker?

Sounds like a random question, but last night I went out and spent £50 on drinks =(. It's about £5 per drink so I bought 10 drinks (4 malibu and cokes, 3 vodka and red bulls, 2 glasses of rose wine and a jager bomb.) This did get me sufficiently drunk but there must be a cheaper and quicker way to do it! I'm 5 ft exactly and I weight 105 lbs and I'm an 18 year old female. Please help!And I couldn't care less if you think I'm dumb, just please f*ck off of my question, k? more

Resolved Question: Constipation problems, dont know what could be causing it though....?

I'm a raw vegetarian and only eat organic. So my diet consists of a lot of fiber, and I drink a lot of water too. In the morning I Start my day with some water with half a lemon squeezed into it, wait about 20 minutes to a half hour, eat a fruit with some nuts and some raw milk with some granola if available, for lunch I either eat a salad with lettuce, onions, carrots, cucumbers, peppers, and olive oil, plus another fruit or two, For a snack I grab a handful of raisins or some seeds, For dinner I usually eat some vegetables with pasta, or quinoa, sometimes I eat fish, as well as a glass or two of red wine. I exercise every day, which consists of a hike, and I weight lift every other day. I also work on an organic farm, so I do a lot of manual labor. I also Meditate, do yoga on occasion, and get plenty of sleep each night. I dont really know why sometimes i go maybe a day or so without taking a dump, and when I do it takes a little more effort than it should, plus i wipe more than i should too, Is there any possible reason why I'm irregular? more

Resolved Question: Dentists only please - is this OK?

This is my normal nightly routine: Brush teeth. Drink a cup of tea with honey or sometimes a glass of red wine and drink it while reading and flossing. Use mouthwash. Go to bed. I do this because I like to look and make sure my teeth look clean after brushing, but I need to relax before bed and the light in the bathroom is very bright. I can rinse by the night light after reading. Does the mouthwash remove sugar that would cause decay to occur overnight? I understand that red wine and tea can be staining, I am concerned primarily with decay. Thanks! more

Resolved Question: One glass of red wine bad for diet?

I am a 25 year old female who enjoys a glass of wine with dinner. I've read that it's healthy, but what if you are dieting? Will one glass of wine make a difference? more

Resolved Question: What's a good and inexpensive red wine for someone who hates wine?

My husband and I rarely drink. I especially dislike the taste of alcohol, I don't care for beer or hard liquor and will only partake when the beverage is on the "sweet" side (i.e.-apple cider ale, Mike's lemonade, rum with fruit juice... etc). I would like to start drinking of red wine, mainly for the health benefits. However, since I have the palate of a three-year-old, it's hard to find wine I can tolerate. Mostly, I find wine of any type to be too bitter and acidic tasting--just not pleasant at all; I can barely finish a small glass. So, I haven't been able to "train" my buds to appreciate wine, much less drink it without making the "yuck" face. Can anyone recommend an inexpensive red wine that won't entirely offend my infantile taste buds? I live in the suburbs of a big city, so I do have access to plenty of choices, including Trader Joe's, Cost Plus, and Whole Foods. (please, red wine suggestions only--not interested in white or rosé). Thanks! PS-I did try a red wine once that I liked (can't remember type or vintner). It was Italian, very expensive, very delicate, and nearly flavorless (there had a very faint oak taste, but zero bitterness and no acidic aftertaste). I haven't tried anything like it since. Any ideas what it could have been?I want to answer Gerry G's question with a question: Why waste time answering at all when you can better spend your time watching "Sideways" and snickering snobbishly at anyone who can't "appreciate" life on as many finely attuned levels as you do? more

Resolved Question: What is the name of this Red Wine?

I had a delicious glass of wine last night, and I can't remember the name. I do know that it was a red, dated 2007, and had a hint of vanilla taste. The label was black with gothic like font and it started with an A. Thanks!The Brand of the wine started with A. Perhaps a merlot more

Resolved Question: Do you ever have a glass of sherry before dinner...?

Port with the cheese board?... Red wine with the meat course?... white wine with fish? Does anyone follow traditions with their drinking? more

Resolved Question: Headaches and alcohol..?

Its a given they give everyone a headache/hangover if enough drunk. But all through my life (now 39) I have always suffered from headaches post alcohol unless I get hold of Ibuprofen with water before I go to bed. But it seems to get worse with age. Nowadays even 2 glasses of red wine, and I go to bed without taking pain killers will mean the next morning I get woken up at 4am ish with forehead throbbing. What's going on!!?? Most unfair! Help! more

Resolved Question: How many calories is in a square of dark chocolate and a glass of red wine?

Resolved Question: R&P, I made some lyrics?

Here's some more. Again, I'm trying to write something different from my style, so it may not be the best. "Change Of Seasons" This world is a philosophy a philosophy of nothing but lies as time ticks and skips backwards I get one less thought of my life. Talking to a rusty old glass to take just a little peek of what's on the other side, but it's my own reflection that I see. The rainbow turns to black and white while statics dance vividly the full moon still remains bright but the sky falls down right in my face. Seasons stay, when I'm awake. Seasons change, when I'm insane. (chorus) When did the snow get so warm? summer sun, lost in winter storms orange leaves flying in the rain flowers bloom, just to die again. (end of chorus) Why do I keep running? when there is no end no stars, no light to chase to no place to stay that I depend. I feel like when dreaming is so damn impossible and the answers to my pride remains as a hidden riddle Seasons stay, when I'm awake, Seasons change, when I'm insane. (chorus) Swimming in red wine... sweet, sweet divine... Swimming in red wine... Drunken by my memories! Seasons change, when I'm insane... (Chorus) --------------------------------------… Is it good? more

Resolved Question: what do you guys think of my lyrics #2?

Resolved Question: lately whenever i drink a glass of red wine i get really hot and red in the face, why?

Resolved Question: Can left over red wine be frozen?

If you freeze wine does it lose its flavour? I usually finish up with about one and a half glass of red wine left in the bottle which seems a waste to throw away and I wondered if this could be frozen till I make a casserole and then put it in when cooking, if I just leave it in the bottle though it goes vinegary and it isn't any good for cooking either. more

Resolved Question: What do you think of my first short chapter?

The story is going to be called weddings, funerals, and other miseries. I'm fifteen, I aced my English test last week and I've only edited this chapter once. Chapter one. It was another wet night for Alex, he locked up the shop, combed his slick, black hair and began to bike his way home, just like he did every other night. Alex had worked at the local music store for the past five years now, he got hired when he was fifteen by his Dad, who ran the store, and now Alex was in management; His parents died in a tragic accident, they were driving home from another wedding, for some reason his family liked weddings, funerals, any annoying gathering that forces misery or happiness onto everyone there. Of course, they were drunk. Driving by the cliffs near his seaside house, his Father swerved from the edge into the deep blue below them, the car wasn’t found for another two weeks, all that was left from each person was half a decaying corpse, Alex didn’t talk about this much, he hated it. The funeral was like any other, the same lot always arriving, one man arrived who Alex had never seen before, the man left before the wake when he was hoping he would be able to introduce himself. Alex moved into a new apartment, the depression of riding past the cliffs every day antagonized him, it made him more pissed off to be upset, that he would forget about being upset. Alex sat on his bed in his foggy, green swamp of a bedroom, and opened his draw where he kept all the savings he had, as well as his “special friend”. He pulled out a bag of white powder and walked into his living room. He poured some coke onto the glass coffee table that he lost his virginity on and began his favorite part, pulling out the razorblade and making fine lines, pouring out some wine to drink between lines. He was ready to snort the chemicals deep into his system. He rolled up a ten pound note and bent over the table, sniffing up line by line until he had finished three. He gulped down his blood red wine, tipped the rest of his Charlie into the bag and rolled up a joint. He turned on his old television and put on some Saturday morning cartoons, that was the strange thing about cocaine, Alex could stay up all night, and even weed wouldn’t tire him. He would stare at the walls then, just to end the high on a subtle note, watch some cartoons, baked out of his mind, sinking deeper into the sofa. There was a knock at the door “Rent money…rent money…rent money!!” Alex leapt into his bedroom and grabbed the one hundred pound for this week. He opened the door to see an old woman, somewhere in her eighties: purple hair, too much make up, curlers in. “Her you go Mrs. Wench. All one hundred, I love your red hair today.” Alex always gave her a compliment, just so she wouldn’t get annoyed with him and decide to search the flat. She always preferred having her hair called red, even she doesn’t know why, the crack around her lips looked like various canals leading into a big see of red lipstick. “Oh fuck off you little shit, I know what you’re up to!” ”And a nice day to you too, Mrs. Wench!” He called after her on her way down the corridor. more

Resolved Question: Can someone critique my story?

Eternity Later Prologue: NOTE: The section with a lot of space around it was meant to be italicized as it is a dream. Red wine. Erin swirled the dark liquid delicately around in her glass before taking another sip. She tilted her head back and stretched her legs out before her on the carpeting, admiring the silence of the moment. No one talking, no one ordering her around, and best of all no one asking her any questions about anything. No more “Erin, are you sure—absolutely certain that you don’t remember anything?” Or “What do you think happened to Richard? Do you know where he is Erin?” “Erin, are you alright?” Even silly everyday questions had come to bother her: “How are you?” “Did you understand the math homework?” It barely mattered what the truth was anymore. In asking the question they already had her answer planned out and firmly fixed in their minds. She lifted her heavy head up and took another swallow—this one far more desperate and far less dainty than the last. She held the wine up to the dim flickering candle beside her, the only source of light in the room. A lamp was too risky. If either of her parents saw the light from under the door they would come in, when all Erin wanted was to be alone with her memories. ‘I sound like an eighty year old woman. . .’ the thought drifted across her mind slowly like the smoke from a flame. There one minute and gone the next. Erin looked harder into her glass, searching the smallest of oceans for the answer to the largest of questions. The small and wavering light made for a beautiful effect between the deep red of the wine and the sparkling of her mother’s finest crystal. A beautiful shimmer. Ethereal sparkle. Timeless. Beautiful. Perfect. She could feel her mind drifting, further and further away. Feel her eyes begin to shut, and her soul begin to wander, Erin carelessly released the glass in her hand. The glass fell to the floor and spilled all over her legs, managing to extinguish the small tea candle she had lit. With a gasp, Erin jerked back to reality. What had she been doing?! She couldn’t believe her foolishness. As she sat there in the dark, the silence which had seemed so peaceful only moments before now grated against her ears. Every breath of wind was a night terror rising from the depths of her past to come up and drown her. Every ticking off a far off clock a hammer falling, sentencing her to an awful fate. Terrified, Erin rose up and fumbled for the switch to her lamp. When at last light flooded the room, Erin paled—horrified at the sight before her. The fine crystal glass lay haphazardly on her pale blue carpeting, the tea candle just scant inches away. Shaking, Erin bent down and ran quivering fingers over her carpet. Completely dry. Not a stain left anywhere. She felt like crying. She was trapped. Her breathing became unsteady as she changed her position to rest her head on her knees. ‘Stupid, stupid, stupid!’ No longer tipsy at all Erin knew without a doubt that she had just made the second biggest mistake of her life. She had spent three years running from those awful, terrible creatures. Three long years spent trying to forget what they had stolen from her. And now in a moment of weakness, of stupidity, of careless irresponsibility—she had begun her nightmare all over again. She had begun to, somehow, slip back into their world. And whats worse, by spilling the wine, she had made them an offering. She looked again at the painfully clean carpeting before her and let a few tears escape. She had made an offering, and they had accepted it. Chapter One: Colors without names swirled in a dizzying pattern. Creatures danced manically leaping through the air with their heads raised up to the sky in silent worship. The night air was warm and damp on my skin, laying over me like a heavy blanket. My thoughts were hazy and it hurt to think; hurt to resist. The breeze wrapped itself around me, embracing me . . . strangling me. The dancers themselves were impossibly gruesome. They moved towards me, faces painted in malicious cruelty. Cold hard panic set in as I desperately struggled to breathe, to escape. The world was screaming in my ears, a hot searing knife hacking its way through my mind Erin was up off the floor and on her feet in an instant, eyes flicking across the room searching for anything out of place. A shadow that didn’t belong. A breeze where there shouldn’t be one. The slightest hint of anything that just seemed wrong. But there was nothing. For the moment at least, she was alone. Breathing a sigh of relief, she rested her aching head in her hands. The awful racket that had pulled her from her nightmare was still echoing around in her head. “Erin!” came a shout from down the stairs “Time to get up baby!” called Lois, Erin’s mother. Glancing at her clock, Erin did a double-take before slamming her hand d more

Voting Question: Will someone review and critique my story?

Resolved Question: Rate/Hate the poem...?

It's pretty long, props to NexxJordan for the idea: Dear Mrs. G: We’ve never been formally introduced, but I know you can’t help me Although you seem to be the resident problem solver according to the other tenants Sorry to bother, you must be busy, you’re apartment always seems empty I know you can’t help me, but I just wanted to say that I don’t need your help Neither does anyone else, please keep to yourself, but I guess that’s not up to you Neither is your transcendent reputation, the thought process’ and fears of the other residents manifested and projected onto your body like some kind of parasitic growth But I don’t understand how you can see through the floorboards and all of those mice trapped in the ceiling Supernatural beings are not allowed to make mistakes, and that’s what they see you as. They hold your hollow advice as if its body were full of blood red wine But I noticed you keep the lights on in your apartment at night, are you afraid of the dark? Afraid of the monsters waiting in your empty closets and in the spaces under your bed? Faces turned upward, waiting with human hand halos, Fingers stretched and curled into the sharp hooks at the end of question marks, Biting and tearing their way out of that place where curiosity and fear coincide It’s easy to imagine being scared when you’re all alone up in that empty apartment I’m scared of the dark too Though my question marks were always more like exclamation points that took a haymaker to the face and stayed that way You sit high on your pedestal of sacrilege, asking us to ask you But I ask you, If you trip than who falls? And we I trip do you fall? Since when did you get your rocks off solving relationship problems? Why does everyone always go to you? It’s not like you’re all that good at problem solving You’re the only beneficiary of this association But everyone downstairs seems to respect you, which is why I’m writing Because when they darken your doorstep, fingers rapping on the door Bent into the gnarled, hooked legs of the common man asking stained glass windows if they would let him check the weather, I just hear them muttering like a skitzo, and I listen for voices I don’t know why I’m writing, but I know you can’t help me They say you wrote a pretty popular self help book back in the day After your son passed away, after the heaving sobs became the light in your window reflecting down onto the balcony where I used to watch the petty criminals from above I read the obit, Mrs. G: “Bi-Racial 33 year old found dead in central park, victim of a hate crime” Big capital letters in the paper I remember that he had “one love” scrawled across his chest in gothic lettering The bullet holes that drew a vertical line between “one” and “love” remind us he was human too I don’t know what to feel about him, I don’t know what to feel about you I wish you could help me, I know you can’t help me Sometimes I feel like your crooked influence has wrapped its greedy, hooked, fingers around the other residents Ever since I moved into the building, you’ve seeped through the phone lines and internet cables, pulling on them like a blind immobile puppet master Curling your fingers over flimsy wooded strips nailed across each other Clutching them as if the puppets would run away if only they knew you were there But they do know, Mrs. G I can’t fall asleep because of the constant whispering thuds of footfalls ascending, ringing like the hallelujah chorus No disrespect intended, I just think people should solve their own problems I wish you could help me, I want you to help me I know you can’t help me I looked in the mirror and couldn’t stop seeing myself I can’t remember the last time I cried My bird flew away, Mrs. G, I can’t remember his name, Mrs G I’ve never been in love, Mrs G, I’m worried about worrying that I’ve never been in love I want to be in love, I don’t want to grow up, Mrs, G But I already no enough that you can’t help me -One floor down@Nexx - I wrote it as spoken word, so I guess its not as tedious that way, only 2-3 minutes, but I agree it needs trimming down. No idea why I made her a woman, a whim? more

Resolved Question: True or False? Only 5 questions for Psychology?

For each, tell me whether they are TRUE or FALSE. Thanks :) 1. People who live in noisy environments are more likely to suffer from high blood pressure, anxiety, and feelings of helplessness. 2. Blind musicians are more likely than sighted ones to develop perfect pitch. 3.Touching adjacent cold and pressure spots triggers a sense of wetness. 4.People who are born without the ability to feel pain usually die by early adulthood. 5.Without their smells, a cold cup of coffee may be hard to distinguish from a glass of red wine. more

Resolved Question: is it strange for a non european, heterosexual male to drink wine nightly?

is it? im not gay , nor am I even metro or european ( didnt mean to lump gay,metro and europen together, sorry), im 20 and ever since I was about 14 my parents have given me a glass or 2 of wine (red) to drink at dinner... oh and before you get started , its legal to drink in california if you were given the drink by your parents and at your houselol linda , dont worry , I dont drive after anyway , not because of fear of a dui , just because I usually go to bed shortly after dinneruhhh @ cindy , I am a wine drinker and I am not offended ,and @ the religious guy , I dont drink for pleasure considering 2 glasses wouldent get me even buzzed I just like how it tastes more

Resolved Question: i weigh 105 pounds how many glasses of red wine would it take to get buzzed?

just wondering, im sort of tiny like 5'3 105-108 its red wine..cheap though. maybe like 2 cups? idk just wondering from someone that would know:) more

Resolved Question: Hey, can someone read my story?

Prologue: Red wine. Erin swirled the dark liquid delicately around in her glass before taking another sip. She tilted her head back and stretched her legs out before her on the carpeting, admiring the silence of the moment. No one talking, no one ordering her around, and best of all no one asking her any questions about anything. No more “Erin, are you sure—absolutely certain that you don’t remember anything?” Or “What do you think happened to Richard? Do you know where he is Erin?” “Erin, are you alright?” Even silly everyday questions had come to bother her: “How are you?” “Did you understand the math homework?” It barely mattered what the truth was anymore. In asking the question they already had her answer planned out and firmly fixed in their minds. She lifted her heavy head up and took another swallow—this one far more desperate and far less dainty than the last. She held the wine up to the dim flickering candle beside her, the only source of light in the room. A lamp was too risky. If either of her parents saw the light from under the door they would come in, when all Erin wanted was to be alone with her memories. ‘I sound like an 80 year old woman. . .’ the thought drifted across her mind slowly like the smoke from a flame. There one minute and gone the next. Erin looked harder into her glass, searching the smallest of oceans for the answer to the largest of questions. The small and wavering light made for a beautiful effect between the deep red of the wine and the sparkling of her mother’s finest crystal. A beautiful shimmer. . ethereal sparkle. . .timeless. . beautiful. . . perfect. She could feel her mind drifting, further and further away. Feel her eyes begin to shut, and her soul begin to wander, Erin carelessly released the glass in her hand. The glass fell to the floor and spilled all over her legs, managing to extinguish the small tea candle she had lit. With a gasp, Erin jerked back to reality. What had she been doing?! She couldn’t believe her foolishness. As she sat there in the dark, the silence which had seemed so peaceful only moments before now grated against her ears. Every breath of wind was a night terror rising from the depths of her past to come up and drown her. Every ticking off a far off clock a hammer falling, sentencing her to an awful fate. Terrified, Erin rose up and fumbled for the switch to her lamp. When at last light flooded the room, Erin paled—horrified at the sight before her. The fine crystal glass lay haphazardly on her pale blue carpeting, the tea candle just scant inches away. Shaking, Erin bent down and ran quivering fingers over her carpet. Completely dry. Not a stain left anywhere. She felt like crying. She was trapped. Her breathing became unsteady as she changed her position to rest her head on her knees. ‘Stupid, stupid, stupid!’ No longer tipsy at all Erin knew without a doubt that she had just made the second biggest mistake of her life. She had spent three years running from those awful, terrible creatures. Three long years spent trying to forget what they had stolen from her. And now in a moment of weakness, of stupidity, of careless irresponsibility—she had begun her nightmare all over again. She had begun to, somehow, slip back into their world. And whats worse, by spilling the wine, she had made them an offering. She looked again at the painfully clean carpeting before her and let a few tears escape. She had made an offering, and they had accepted it. more

Resolved Question: Does anyone find that drinking red wine triggers irritable bowel syndrome?

I have suffered from ibs for six years now. Sometimes it is worse than others. I recently went on a diet and it got better. Last night i had two glasses of red wine and this morning upset stomach and pain. Thinking back, i have realised that i only switched to drinking red wine around the same time as the ibs started. Just wondering if anyone else has found red wine troublesome - thanks. more

Voting Question: Can someone please critique my fiction story?

Prologue: Red wine. Erin swirled the dark liquid delicately around in her glass before taking another sip. She tilted her head back and stretched her legs out before her on the carpeting, admiring the silence of the moment. No one talking, no one ordering her around, and best of all no one asking her any questions about anything at all. No more “Erin, are you sure—absolutely certain that you don’t remember anything?” Or “What do you think happened to Richard? Do you know where he is Erin?” “Erin, are you alright?” Even silly everyday questions had come to bother her: “How are you?” “Did you understand the math homework?” It barely mattered what the truth was anymore. In asking the question they already had her answer planned out and firmly fixed in their minds. She lifted her heavy head up and took another swallow—this one far more desperate and far less dainty than the last. She held the wine up to the dim flickering candle beside her, the only source of light in the room. A lamp was too risky. If either of her parents saw the light from under the door they would come in, when all Erin wanted was to be alone with her memories. ‘I sound like an 80 year old woman. . .’ the thought drifted across her mind slowly like the smoke from a flame. There one minute and gone the next. Erin looked harder into her glass, searching the smallest of oceans for the answer to the largest of problems. The small and wavering light made for a beautiful effect between the deep red of the wine and the sparkling of her mother’s finest crystal. A beautiful shimmer. . ethereal sparkle. . .timeless. . beautiful. . . perfect. She could feel her mind drifting, further and further away. Feeling her eyes begin to shut, and her soul wandering, Erin carelessly released the glass in her hand. The glass fell to the floor and spilled all over her legs, and managed to extinguish the small tea candle she had lit. With a gasp, Erin jerked back to reality. What had she been doing?! She couldn’t believe her foolishness. As she sat there in the dark, the silence which had seemed so peaceful only moments before now grated against her ears. Every breath of wind was a night terror rising from the depths of her past to come up and drown her. Every ticking off a far off clock a hammer falling, sentencing her to an awful fate. Terrified, Erin rose up and fumbled for the switch to her lamp. When at last light flooded the room, Erin paled—horrified at the sight before her. The fine crystal glass lay haphazardly on her pale blue carpeting, the tea candle just scant inches away. Shaking, Erin bent down and ran quivering fingers over her carpet. Completely dry. No sign of the wine anywhere at all. Not a stain left anywhere. She felt like crying. She was trapped. Her breathing became unsteady as she changed her position to rest her head on her knees. ‘Stupid, stupid, stupid!’ No longer tipsy at all Erin knew without a doubt that she had just made the second biggest mistake of her life. She had spent three years running from those awful, terrible creatures. Three long years spent trying to forget what they had stolen from her. And now in a moment of weakness, of stupidity, or careless irresponsibility—she had begun her nightmare all over again. She had begun to, somehow, slip back into Faerie. And whats worse, by spilling the wine, she had made them an offering. She looked again at the painfully clean carpeting before her and let a few tears escape. She had made an offering, and they had accepted it. more

Resolved Question: What do you think of my writing??

NOTE: CRITIQUE WILL MAKE ME LOVE YOU. Red wine. Erin swirled the dark liquid delicately around in her glass before taking another dainty sip. Leaning far back into her comfortable armchair, she tilted her head back and admired the silence of the moment. No one talking, no one ordering her around, and best of all no one asking her any questions about anything at all. No more “Erin, are you sure—absolutely certain that you don’t remember anything?” Or “What do you think happened to Richard? Do you know where he is Erin?” “Erin, are you alright?” Even silly everyday questions had come to bother her: “How are you?” “Did you understand the math homework?” It barely mattered what the truth was anymore. In asking the question they already had her answer planned out and firmly fixed in their minds. She lifted her heavy head up and took another swallow of wine—this one far more desperate and far less dainty than the last. She held the wine up to the dim flickering candle beside her, the only source of light in the room. A lamp was too risky. If either of her parents saw the light from under the door they would come in, when all Erin wanted was to be alone with her memories. ‘I sound like an 80 year old woman. . .’ the thought drifted across her mind slowly like the smoke from a flame. There one minute and gone the next. Erin looked harder into her glass of wine, seeming to search the smallest of oceans for the answer to her largest of problems. The small and wavering light made for a beautiful effect between the deep red of the wine and the sparkling of her mother’s finest crystal. A beautiful shimmer. . ethereal sparkle. . .timeless. . perfect. . beautiful. She could feel her mind drifting, further and further away. Feeling her eyes begin to shut, and her soul wandering, Erin carelessly released the glass in her hand. The glass fell to the floor and spilled all over her legs, and managed to extinguish the small tea candle she had lit. With a gasp, Erin jerked back home. What had she been doing?! She couldn’t believe her foolishness. As she sat there in the dark, the silence which had seemed so peaceful only moments before had now grated against her ears. Every breath of wind was a night terror rising from the depths of her past to come up and drown her. Every ticking off a far off clock a hammer falling, sentencing her to an awful fate. Terrified and Erin rose up and fumbled for the switch to her lamp. When at last light flooded the room, Erin paled—horrified at the sight before her. The fine crystal glass lay haphazardly on her pale blue carpeting, the tea candle just scant inches away. Shaking, Erin bent down and ran quivering fingers over her carpet. Completely dry. No sign of the wine anywhere at all. Not a stain left anywhere. She felt like crying. She was trapped. Her breathing became unsteady as she changed her position to rest her head on her knees. ‘Stupid, stupid, stupid!’ No longer tipsy at all Erin knew without a doubt that she had just made the second biggest mistake of her life. She had spent three years running from those awful, terrible creatures. Three long years spent trying to forget what they had stolen from her. And now in a moment of weakness, of stupidity, or careless irresponsibility—she had begun her nightmare all over again. She had begun to, somehow, slip back into Faerie. And whats worse, by spilling the wine, she had made them an offering. She looked again at the painfully clean carpeting before her and let a few tears escape. She had made an offering, and they had accepted it. Please note that this would serve as the prologue. (I don't write sequentially, lol) more

Resolved Question: And how should metaphors be used? c/c?

Spring Buds When buds of spring awaken dormant fires they glisten more in fire’s fervent heat but soon are singed and their lips harden. While some may moan the virgin’s wane- the flowers that remain are stronger still and someday will find nurturing flames. For like a fine wine… freshly poured or words penned with a master’s touch, the buds of spring must pass to summer. For summer is where the beginning lies; be it romance or ‘knowledged living. The choices there… are the ‘forevers’. So enjoy the beauty of a spring bud while you sip the final glass of red and close a master’s greatest book. For summer will call and bring you on with the understanding of spring’s ways and the wisdom to finally appreciate… a summer flower.As to the two fires in the first stanza, I couldn't find a word I wanted to use and I also liked the repetition of the sound, so I left as is...the poet's choice. lol more

Voting Question: Thoughts on excerpt from my work-in-progress novel?

Red wine. Erin swirled the dark liquid delicately around in her glass before taking another dainty sip. Leaning far back into her comfortable armchair, she tilted her head back and admired the silence of the moment. No one talking, no one ordering her around, and best of all no one asking her any questions about anything at all. No more “Erin, are you sure—absolutely certain that you don’t remember anything?” Or “What do you think happened to Richard? Do you know where he is Erin?” “Erin, are you alright?” Even silly everyday questions had come to bother her: “How are you?” “Did you understand the math homework?” It barely mattered what the truth was anymore. In asking the question they already had her answer planned out and firmly fixed in their minds. She lifted her heavy head up and took another swallow of wine—this one far more desperate and far less dainty than the last. She held the wine up to the dim flickering candle beside her, the only source of light in the room. A lamp was too risky. If either of her parents saw the light from under the door they would come in, when all Erin wanted was to be alone with her memories. ‘I sound like an 80 year old woman. . .’ the thought drifted across her mind slowly like the smoke from a flame. There one minute and gone the next. Erin looked harder into her glass of wine, seeming to search the smallest of oceans for the answer to her largest of problems. The small and wavering light made for a beautiful effect between the deep red of the wine and the sparkling of her mother’s finest crystal. A beautiful shimmer. . ethereal sparkle. . .timeless. . perfect. . beautiful. She could feel her mind drifting, further and further away. Feeling her eyes begin to shut, and her soul wandering, Erin carelessly released the glass in her hand. The glass fell to the floor and spilled all over her legs, and managed to extinguish the small tea candle she had lit. With a gasp, Erin jerked back home. What had she been doing?! She couldn’t believe her foolishness. As she sat there in the dark, the silence which had seemed so peaceful only moments before had now grated against her ears. Every breath of wind was a night terror rising from the depths of her past to come up and drown her. Every ticking off a far off clock a hammer falling, sentencing her to an awful fate. Terrified and Erin rose up and fumbled for the switch to her lamp. When at last light flooded the room, Erin paled—horrified at the sight before her. The fine crystal glass lay haphazardly on her pale blue carpeting, the tea candle just scant inches away. Shaking, Erin bent down and ran quivering fingers over her carpet. Completely dry. No sign of the wine anywhere at all. Not a stain left anywhere. She felt like crying. She was trapped. Her breathing became unsteady as she changed her position to rest her head on her knees. ‘Stupid, stupid, stupid!’ No longer tipsy at all Erin knew without a doubt that she had just made the second biggest mistake of her life. She had spent three years running from those awful, terrible creatures. Three long years spent trying to forget what they had stolen from her. And now in a moment of weakness, of stupidity, or careless irresponsibility—she had begun her nightmare all over again. She had begun to, somehow, slip back into Faerie. And whats worse, by spilling the wine, she had made them an offering. She looked again at the painfully clean carpeting before her and let a few tears escape. She had made an offering, and they had accepted it. Please note that this would serve as the prologue. (I don't write sequentially, lol)Bump. Also, positive comments are nice, but I would really like some more in depth analysis. Criticism will make me love you. I want something I can work off of here. :( more

Resolved Question: is it rude not to have an open bar?

My fiance and I are on a very tight budget. We both work full time and are saving everything we can for the wedding. We have decided to have wine service for our guests during dinner and are trying our hardest to afford at least a passed signature cocktail during cocktail hour. We are having our wedding at a stunning venue off season that we typically couldnt afford if we didnt do it in November. We will have apps for our guests during cocktail hour, and then a full three course meal. I feel so awful though not offering an open bar. My friends assure me this is nothing to worry about but I still feel like a stiff. What is the ruling on that kind of thing these days? Who else is not financially able to offer an open bar, and how do you feel? Again, our guests wont go drink less (we are buying about 30 bottles of wine from the venue for our 75 guests to be served during dinner) We chose this route because if we pre order the wine we are getting a steeply discounted rate and our guests will at least be served some alcohol. What do you think? Speaking of wine, In order to get the discounted rate we need to pre order the wine. I am having trouble deciding how much white vs. red we should order and whether we should have the wine served or if we should have service for the first glass, and then the bottle available for free pouring service on the tables. We are offering both salmon (my favorite) and boless pork loin (his favorite) and the wedding is in NovemberIm a bostonian for the record, and darn proud of it! more

Resolved Question: A glass of red wine a day? It's good for you but does it help with anxiety?

Resolved Question: Where can I find cheap wine glasses?

I need multiple types: red, white, flutes, both with stem and without, and I need decanters. Anyone know of a good wholesale location, either online or brick & mortar, where I can buy around 100 glasses a week? Thanks! more

Resolved Question: Are you a Wine person , red or white?, Lager, Stout, Shorts or a pint of Wallop,?.?

I myself have turned tee-total, but still like Shandy in a dirty glass!... more

Resolved Question: Why do I get a bad headache when I drink any Alcoholic Beverage?

This just started doing this to me over the past two years. before i could drink a 12 pack of beer, or a few mixed drinks, or a few glasses of red wine with no problem, i just got a little happy. Now if I just take a few sips and I get this awful headache, that lasts for around two hours. I asked my doctor about it he said don't worry about it. I'm now in the process of finding a new doctor. Can anyone seriously answer this question. This may be a sign of a serious medical problem? ThanksI don't drink very often maybe once or twice a month. I'm just saying I was able to drink a 12 pack about two years ago with no problem. Now if i just take like one shot glass of any alcoholic beverage I get a busting headache right away. I don't drink now because of this, but i would like to have a glass of wine every once in a while.lol No i don't drink them all together, if i did that i would me totally messed up. I'm talking like one type at a time a few weeks or a month apart. And i said i asked my doctor and he blew if off like i it wasn't a problem, but it is to me. and it takes a while to get another doctor. more

Resolved Question: Why do other women get so upset that my husband spoils me?

don't work, because my husband dosent want me to, he takes me out to dinner three to four time a week, I have a three year spa membership, I get mani/pedi's done all the time, I get my hair done professionally...he gives me an allowance to spend on whatever and he bought me my mini toy poodle whom I adore and love. I don't brag, but when other women ask about my day, what do I say when I got a pedicure, relaxed in the hot tub reading my book and drinking a glass of red wine, they make a face like they're mad at me. it's not my fault my husband spoils me and can afford to spoil me.....help me not to loose my friends out of jealousy?wow I wanted advice, not to be judged by a bunch of bitter women. Just to add a few details, I have a masters in psychology, and I worked my way through college, I don't come from a wealthy family, I know what hard work is, but now that we are both done school and financially secure, he wants to spoil me, I don't demand it, or even ask, he does it on his own....we have a great relationship, and he is my best friend! Maybe I need more mature friends who arent jealousSo I'm really sick of people telling me not to shove it in peoples faces, I don't, what do I say when they ask what I've done? Lie, say nothing, let them talk all they want about theirs, and make my day sound crappy so they feel better, I guess there not really my friends if they don't want to here about good things in my life only badSo I'm really sick of people telling me not to shove it in peoples faces, I don't, what do I say when they ask what I've done? Lie, say nothing, let them talk all they want about theirs, and make my day sound crappy so they feel better, I guess there not really my friends if they don't want to here about good things in my life only badSo I'm really sick of people telling me not to shove it in peoples faces, I don't, what do I say when they ask what I've done? Lie, say nothing, let them talk all they want about theirs, and make my day sound crappy so they feel better, I guess there not really my friends if they don't want to here about good things in my life only bad more

Resolved Question: I have a stomach ache PLEASE READ!?

I am 16 years old and here is my predicament: In the last 8 hours I have eaten: chicken tacos, chocolate covered pretzels, a little slice of cake. In the last 8 hours I have drunken: a little more than half a glass of red wine, water, pepsi. Now I have a stomach ache, and I feel really icky. A bout or two of diarrhea as well, but no vomiting. What do you think my stomach ache is from, the wine or all the food? Any suggestions on how to feel better? more

Voting Question: Was I overreacting when my boyfriend "joked" that I wasn't capable of finishing giving a BJ?

Okay, me and my boyfriend are both relatively intelligent adults. me 28, he 30. We have been dating for 2 and a half years. I consider myself to be a good catch in bed. I am creative and and playful in and out of the bedroom. However, giving BJ's is not my favorite sexual activity, (mostly because it takes a long time for him to ejaculate, and I have a strong gag reflex) and often times when mouth gets tired I will take it over with my hands or just hop on his horse and ride instead. So it was Valentines day the other night. I knew he doesn't much care for romance on demand so I took it upon myself to organize a night at a nice hotel, with a romantic dinner. I knew not to expect much but I really didn't expect this.. I was feeling happy, flirtatious and confident given a few glasses of red wine. I was joking that I should get a job as a waitress. He said that it is a very difficult job. Playfully I said that he doesn't know half of my capabilities. He chuckled and said oh I know of your capabilities - you aren't even capable of finishing a BJ.. Whoa, where did that come from I thought. Asshole. WTF ??? I took my bag and stormed out of the restaurant. He chased me and was apologetic but even though there was truth to what he said, the way he said it stung worse than if he ever told me straight up that he would like me to blow him till the end (which actually would not offend me at all). He is usually pretty considerate of my feelings. He insists that I misunderstood it and that I am overreacting. He meant it as a joke. He's sorry and so forth. Well hahaha. He doesn't really know why he said it. I sure as f*** don't know why he said it. So unlike him. I would never joke about my partner's sexual shortcomings, if anything I would try to build his self-esteem up so he can be a better lover. Am I taking this too personally or am I right to feel mistreated big time? Happy f***ing Valentines!Thanks for the answers. I wish I could respond to each of you individually, but I am new and I am not yet allowed.I shared the answers with my boyfriend and your comments really lightened the mood. Thank you for that. more