Look what I found when researching “courage.” Who knew there was a recipe?
Courage Cocktail Recipe
1 1/2 oz amaretto almond liqueur
1 1/2 oz Southern Comfort® peach liqueur
1 1/2 oz Malibu® coconut rum
1 1/2 oz Blue Curacao liqueur
2 oz orange juice
2 oz cranberry juice
2 oz pineapple juice
Pour the amaretto, Southern Comfort, Malibu rum and blue curacao into a cocktail shaker 3/4 filled with ice cubes. Add juices. Shake well. Strain into a highball glass, and serve.
For those of you who plan to attend my Facebook release party, remember this. There will be a trivia question.
I found this at http://www.drinksmixer.com/drink8961.html#ixzz2s11PXwhr, oh and please drink responsibly.
Ceci
Ceci Giltenan, Author 
Haha! I can only imagine what the questions will be, Ceci. I love this recipe! Thanks for sharing some more “courage.” 🙂
Wow, that sounds like it packs a tropical punch along with the courage! Love the fun you’re having with these posts. 🙂
Now this is my kind of courage. Just needs a wee spot of Irish Whiskey, and it would be perfect!!
My courage came when my mother was diagnosed with Alzheimers at the age of 57. (well she wasn’t ‘diagnosed’, it was more of eliminate all the rest) My dad did his best at caring for her, but, he wasn’t the type of person, at that point in his life, that could do it. It came to the point she needed ‘placed’ somewhere. I so wanted to bring her into my home to take care of her, but with 2 small children, I knew it wasn’t possible, or practical to do. So I did the next best thing. I brought her into the nursing home I was running at the time.
The look on her face when we got there just tore me apart, but I had to be strong, and kind of separate myself from the situation.
The first few months, we had a lot of anger, and lashing out (at least for me), and at one point I actually had to call the state on her, because she and another resident got into a ‘tussel’, and both ended up on the floor. My mother being much younger, bounced a little better than the other lady, and that lady broke her hip…thus a “reportable incident”!
Over the next 8 years, I saw my mother go from a vibrant, much loved and admired lady to a shell, that didn’t talk, didn’t recognize family, couldn’t walk, and could bearly eat.
She always seemed to recognize my dad as someone, I think that belonged to her. She would break out into a big smile every time he came to visit. Me, I’d get the mean glares. LOL!
When I was at work, she was Jean, when not, she was MOM. All I could do was to provide her with love, and rainbows, which I did.
When she died, I was able to catch her last breath, and then I did the greatest gift I could give her, was to prepare her for the undertaker (if you haven’t guessed by now, I’m an RN). I sang her favorite songs, and recited her favorite Bible verses, and was able to just love her and be with her. I’m sorry she got this terrible disease, but I hope I was able to give her the love and dignity that she deserved.
It’s been 14 years since she passed, and I still love her and miss her, and always will.
Hugs to you and “Sue-Ellen, and may you always have rainbows as well. Wendy
I am a nurse too and I understand. That is one of the hardest journeys a child can go on. I have a dear friend who watched her mother slip away in the same manner. You are strong and courageous and I am certain your mother knows the wonderful gift you gave her. God bless.
Ceci