I am a Know-It-All

Le Jour Vingt-Quatre
Something I Have Learned


I know that I am a Know-It-All. I know that it is supposed to be a fault, but I can't help but be a smidge smug of my gigantic brain (I am very modest, too, can't you tell). I love-love-love to learn. I live to read and sponge up new info. I actually enjoyed school, well maybe not geology and any of my math classes, but all of my journalism, sociology, film history, literature, language, psych, public relations, etc. classes. I am the embodiment of curious. I think of weird stuff, then look up anything I can about it. Yes, I read the entire Encloypaedia Britannica when I was a kid (I am sure it is pretty outdated by now, and am in pursuit of updating my knowledge bank). What a fun child, huh?

"I don't think much of a man who is not wiser today than he was yesterday." -Abraham Lincoln

During our car ride, Shawn, my gorgeous and happy hubby, and I would enter bizarre conversations (Like "Do sharks menstruate? Most have live births, so does that mean they get their period?" and "Do birds urinate?" and the magical "Can you grow hair on your tongue?"

{Answers: 1. No, but the babies inside the mom eat each other until only one survives and when its born the mother abandons it so it fends for itself. That also explains the anger sharks seem to possess. 2. No, birds produce uric acid (not urea) and it comes out when they poop; its the white part of the poop. 3. No, you cannot grow hair on your tongue, but chewing tobacco can make it look like it. We both agreed that would be "nasty."}

That was about a ten minute conversation and phone googling. You can imagine the other gems that came up during the total 13 hours of driving.

Listening to: "Timshel" by Mumford & Sons

The Grateful Day

Just returned from Cortez, Colorado for the merriest of Turkey Days. Happy Husband and I gathered up My Little Remy and way too much clothes and headed north(east) for a holiday in colder climes. Our friends, H and S (and Lil' C), invited us to Shane's hometown to stay with his parents and we jumped at the chance.

And so... We took off, a merry bunch of three (one a bit fuzzier then the others).

We marveled in the splendor that is the desert landscape.

We ate until we were giddy.
We played until we could play no longer.

We faced off with wild, ferocious beasts.

We climbed every mountain (in our deepest slumber).

We blazed down the open road to open arms.Thank you for EVERYTHING

Joyeux Thanksgiving, mes chers!

Working for the weekend

Le Jour Vingt- Trois
My Favorite Vacation

My honeymoon in Costa Rica! 7 days in the jungle and on the beach = paradise on earth.

Pura Vida!

Bright Lights, Big City

Le Jour Vingt et Deux
Favorite City

I love new places, different places, culture shock places. But, something about Chicago draws me in. I love the food, the architecture, the pace, but especially the people. Midwesterners have my heart.

But Miami has my soul!
The people, the sounds, the culture, the vibrancy of life and my beloved beaches!

Listening to: "Music" by Madonna

How Very Bridal of me

Le Jour Vingt et Un

A Photo of Me

May 1, 2010, approximately 20 minutes before I became a Mrs.

Eenie-Miney-Mo

Le Jour Vingt
Nicknames

I dole out nicknames to my family practically each month. My Happy Hubster has about twenty variations of nicknames, My Little Remy has at least ten, I lost count when it comes to my parents' old dog, Powder (Pow-Pow-Chicka-Pow is a favorite), when I reached about forty.

I, however, have very few nicknames. Most that I do have center around the "Mo" in Monique.

Moni-Moni
Mo-Fo
Super-Mo

Happy Husband just mimics the ones I give him (a tiny sampling)

Toops
Toopy
Baby
Most Beloved Goddess Divine (one can only wish)

My Daddy-o is a fervent believer in nicknames as well.

Mo-Girl
Neaker-Sneaker (apparently, I hid in cabinets and closets as a kid... a lot)


Listening to: "Say My Name" by Destiny's Child

Those were the days

Le Jour Dix-Neuf
Something I Miss

I truly, Truly miss the days before I had a J-O-B. The last time I did not work was my first semester of my freshman year of college (I had jobs in high school, but I was adjusting to college dorm life during those first few months).

Oh the freedom! Woe is me ;)

Listening to: "Not Fair" Lily Allen (be careful, its a little explicit, just a little bit)
Reading: "Dog On It" by Spencer Quinn

Should-a, Would-a, Could-a

Le Jour Dix-Huit
Something I Regret

All of my decisions, I have my fair share of good and bad, make me who I am. I have my *face-palm* moments too often I fear, but I do not tend to have regrets about anything. There is one big thing that I do regret, and I do not think I will do anything about it...

I should have switched my major from Journalism/Public Relations when I wanted to during my junior year at Arizona State University. I should be in early-childhood education.

I have had a life-long dream of teaching children how to read.

Literacy + Children = Lifelong Passion. I wanted to write children's books when I was seven, and loved to read to the little kids (those a year or two younger than me) when I was in middle school. I used to read books with my three younger siblings and help them with their English homework. I worked with the local YMCA After-School Care Program during high school, caring for/playing with/teaching elementary school kids.

I don't know going back to school is in the cards for me (I have a very difficult time grappling with taking on more student loans/debt). I know that I would be very happy teaching, but I would be more miserable adding to any kind of financial strain on Hubby and myself. Damn that practical side of mine!

(I have also seriously thought the idea of going to nursing school - I would love to work in either pediatrics or geriatrics, but my hang-up is huge and I don't know how to get over it).

Listening to: "Meddle" by Little Boots

Taste the Rockies

Le Jour Dix-Sept
Something I Look Forward To


Going to Colorado on Wednesday afternoon to celebrate Thanksgiving Day (hence tasting and rockies, clever, no?)! Happy Hubby and I are driving up with one of my besties, her little guy, and her happy hubby to see her in-laws. We have celebrated Thanksgiving at her house in Mesa for several years and have developed a great relation ship with the in-laws. I am super excited about driving up, (her MIL is a fantastic cook) and we get to bring My Little Remy.

Hooray for Turkey Day plans in a place with leaves that actually change color!

Listening to: "Alejandro" by Lady Gaga
Reading: "The Exile" by Diana Gabaldon

Logo is from a T-Shirt for sale on cafepress.com

Happy Birthday to Moi!

Joyeux anniversaire à moi!

This Saturday marked my 27th year. Alive and Dancing since 1983! Happy Husband suprised me with one of his most thoughtful gifts ever! He bought me a new camera and photography lessons to go with it. Check one item off the yet-to-be-written bucket list! We threw my Moulin Rouge-themed party; it was a smashing success. 27 will be the best year yet, I think we have great things in store for us.

(I am missing my red lips in this photo and my elbow length gloves, and I still had a fantastique time)

Listening to: "Like a Star" by Corinne Bailey Rae

Catching up on the past few days

Le Jour Treize
Goals

Goal 1: To crate a bucket list and start checking things off immediately
Goal 2: To elevate my career and be fulfilled in doing so
Goal 3: To re-start my running (the race wasn't supposed to be the last time, whoops)
Goal 4: To continue my education in some form or another
Goal 5: Think of more goals, I should probably shoot for more stars


Le Jour Quatorze
A Picture I Love
Le Jour Quinze
A Bible Verse

"A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance."
Ecclesiastes 3:4

and another favorite:

"You turned my wailing into dancing; you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy."
Psalm 30:11

Le Jour Seize
A Dream House

I dream of my perfect house often. A funny thing because I focus more on where it is, with whom I share it, and the sounds coming from it, more than what it looks like. I don't mean to make this deeper than t should be, but it is true. The house of my dreams is filled with laughter and music, the smells of good cooking (particularly fresh bread), with lots of children, my husband, my friends and my dog. I dream of living near a beach. It won't matter how large our home is - we do not spend much time in it, being outdoors building sandcastles and walking in ocean puddles much of the time. When I picture it in my mind, I see myself on a wraparound porch, standing my dark green shutters on white walls, the cieling of the porch is a light blue (keeping in custom with the homes in the keys). That is my dream house. The photo above is Hemingway house on Key West, a favorite place of mine.

If I could find a dilapidated home on the island and fix it up, it would be a true dream house come true. I love a good restoration-dream (not so sure about my real life abilities, but I am super talented in dreamland).

Listening to: "Back to Black" by Amy Winehouse

Do you believe in magic?

Le Jour Douze
What do I believe?

I believe in a great many things. I believe laughter is a cure for all ailments. I believe in the power of a positive mind. I believe in love. I believe in free will. I believe in making up your own mind. I believe in standing on your own two feet. I believe in compliments and complements. I believe in liberty. I believe magic. I believe in God. I believe that a pot of gold is at the end of the rainbow. I believe in fairy tales. I believe in forever. I believe in painting your life with broad brushstrokes. I believe that all men are born equal. I believe there is goodness in everyone. I believe in salvation. I believe that secrets and mystery make for good stories, but less than whole relationships. I believe nothing is all black or white (even zebras' tongues are pink). I believe the children are our future. I believe in creating your own destiny. I believe in having many soulmates, but marrying just one. I believe that dreams do come true and it can happen to you.

As seen on tv...

Le Jour Onze
Favorite television shows

I work for a television station in Phoenix, a CW network affiliate actually, so clearly tv is something I take seriously in a not so serious way. My taste runs the gamut, really. Here is a sampling of my can't miss:

• All time favorite channel is PBS (sorry employer, they show more documentaries and nature shows): Masterpiece Classic & Masterpiece Mysteries, Circus, and Ken Burns's special program, Nature, Rick Steve's travel shows and the list goes on
  
• Favorite cooking show: French Food at Home with Laura Calder (I write down almost all of her recipes and vow to cook my way through her cookbooks)
• Favorite procedural: Law and Order: SVU
• Favorite reality: any of the Real Housewives franchise (super guilty pleasure)
• Favorite dramas: House, Bones, and Fringe
• Favorite guilty pleasures: Vampire Diaries (Thursdays on CW!)
• Favorite comedy: 30 Rock and Talk Soup
  
• Favorite talk show: Chelsea Lately

The list really can go on forever.

Listening to: "Playing God" by Paramore

Are you afraid of the dark?

Le Jour Dix
Something I am Afraid of

I know it is completely irrational, but...

I have a fear of falling backward. Trust me I fall all over myself going forwards and to either side, but going backward gives me the creeps. I tighten up the chair-back at my computer because if I lean one inch too far back... total spaz attack. This irrational fear also does not allow me to do those terrible "trust tests" where you fall backward into your very trustworthy friends' arms. I just can't do it, I get anxious and teary eyed and become an emotional wreck. It is definitely NOT because I do not trust my friends; I am a very trusting person (maybe too much at times - I wear my heart on my sleeve). Could this be because I am a control freak? Perhaps...


Listening to: "Skinny Love" by Bon Iver

New Music Obsession

During my daily scourings of youtube.com (I listen to the videos while I do my work all day, pretty much every day) today, I stumbled across some beautiful songs by a French artist, Emilie Simon.

No, I have no idea what she is saying. My French is limited to foods (expresso, croissant, brioche), greetings ("Bonjour, monsieur. Mon nom est Monique."), and compliments ("Vous etes si joli, madame!"). That last one I copied from a free translator, ah! the glories of the web!

Have a listen, I promise she is quite talented. If you know what she is singing, let me know!

"Il Pleut" by Emilie Simon
"Dame de Lotus" by Emilie Simon
"Fleur de Saison" by Emilie Simon

A Little Help from My Friends

Le Jour Neuf
A picture of my friends

G, Little Sister, Moi, Nat, Linds, Heather

There is always room for a fun one in the wedding album. I truly have the best friends; ones that I will count dearest to my heart for the rest of my life. All very different, all very brilliant, funny and social. As I said, they are the best (though I am admittedly biased in this opinion)!

Listening to: "Sleepyhead" by Passion Pit

Oh the Places You'll Go!

Le Jour Huit
A Place I have Visited

Let me first say this... I am a champion armchair traveler. I have read so many articles/journals/books/even maps of regions spanning near and far (in all honesty, these dream locales are usually not very near). The place I want to go are as numerous as my funds are low. I want to see the world with him and dream big dreams of all the places we'll be together.

Happy Husband and I took a magical journey to Costa Rica in May for our week-long honeymoon in May and had a blast ziplining, horseback riding, swimming, snorkeling boating, oh my! Here are a couple snapshots from along the way:

My Favorite Movies... as requested by the 30 day blog challenge

Le Jour Sept
My Favorite Movies

I have pretty eclectic tastes, but I find myself coming back to the same films repeatedly:

Monty Python and the Holy Grail
Gone With the Wind
Ever After
Arsenic and Old Lace
Pride & Prejudice
Casablanca
Citizen Kane

I also have a soft spot for anything starring Clark Gable and Cary Grant. If they're in it, I'll probably love it.

Happy Happy

Le Jour Six

Something that Makes Me Happy

My Hubby and My Little Remy

The Great Outdoors and My Little Remy

My Little Remy!

Listening to: "Like a Star" by Corrine Bailey Rae

Buy My Wedding!

Ok, not really. I am selling my centerpieces that I created for my wedding (and moss pomanders, and "thank you" parasol) after six months of storage in our unused extra bedroom. My wedding colors were burgundy, black with accents of moss green and purple. They were fun to create and I will consider posting my tutorial once I get these puppies off my hands (and out of my house).

If you know someone who is getting married and looking for an easy and inexpensive wedding (easier and less pricey than doing it all yourself, that is) let them know I have the goods. I reused several manzanita branches, flowers, and glass bases in my own home for decor. I am not opposed to anyone doing the same.

Listening to: "I Want You" by Rachael Yamagata

Challenged... again

Le Jour Cinq
My Siblings

It suffices to say that my parents raised a pack of maniacs! We are four equally rambunctious and intelligent people with four very different personalities and none of us can be pegged down as a certain way. Always surprising, always changing, always loving.

I am the oldest, then comes "Bubba", "Kid Sister" followed by "Scoobs." I am the shortest by six inches as seen in my wedding photos (and I am wearing five inch heels)! I am older than Bubba by about a year and a half, who is older than Kid Sister by a year and a half who is older than Scoobs by five years. They are sensitive and sweet, they will bend over backwards and give you the shirt off your back, they each love a fantastically good belly laugh and a bigger hug.

I am blessed to have such a tribe of interesting and brilliant people just a loooooong phone call away. I <3 My Family!

Listening to: "I Think I Like You" by Donora

Challenge continues...

Le Jour Quatre
My Parents

Brother, Mom, Dad, Me, Hubby, Brother Sister on our Wedding Day

I love my parents, they are two of my best friends. They are my constant companions during my hour commute back home from work nearly every day. Both have fantastic smiles, make me laugh, have brilliant minds, and the biggest hearts. I am truly, truly blessed to have such incredible mentors in my life. If I could grow to be one-tenth of the loving people they are, I will consider my life a success.

My gorgeous family live in New Jersey, so far, far away from Chandler, Arizona. It makes for a great vacation whenever Happy Husband and I can make it out there, so close to New York and Philadelphia, and incredibly picturesque. I wish I could be nearer to them, but at least we have unlimited minutes on our cellphone plans.

Listening to: "Chasing Pavements" by Adele

Challenge

Le Jour Trois
My first love

Ugh. How about my current love? Before Happy Hubby and I met, I had exchanged "I love yous" with two other people. With one I didn't mean and the other, I did, but it was more like puppy love. I strongly believe that if you feel something, express it, because now could be your only chance. I give this statement with a disclaimer that I do not condone straight-up foolishness and tossing your heart around like a toy.
That being said, falling in love with my husband was the easiest thing I have ever done. He complements me in as many was as I do him. We met during my freshman year at Arizona State University, though did not start dating until the Fall of 2003. We moved in together in 2005 and married May 1, 2010. We have grown up together as young kids starting out college to fully-grown adults. I think he is the most beautiful man with the most incredible brain. Hubby proposed on New Year's Eve 2009 as the fireworks were exploding overhead.

I am a Happy Wife.


Listening to: "Dirty Laundry" by Bitter:Sweet

30-Day Challenge...going strong

Le Jour Deux
Why is my blog named what it is?


I chose Domestic Manifesto because I have found myself adhering to more and more "domestic" mores recently. I cook, I clean, I do windows... I have said that I want to one day have a coup and take over the PTA (first need to have children, so we are thinking this is a more long-term goal) and reign supreme as the next coming of Martha Stewart. The 'burbs have no idea what is in store for the future. I think of my life and all that it has come to encompass recently: I am a suburban homeowner, a wife, a mother to a very hairy dog, I work full-time. I am a friend, a daughter, a sister, a companion and a lover (tee hee hee, that word).

Amongst all this domesticity, I have decided that I must not lose track of who I want to be. I have created this manifesto as a guide (for myself) to remember and appreciate inward reflection, the loving of self and other, the appreciation of all things creative, the importance of laughter and making and maintaining of memories. This is my public declaration of my very own domestic principles.

(image taken from SodaHead.com)

Eat Your Heart Out Betty Crocker

Apple Pie-liciousness

Behold, an apple pie from scratch! You can tell it is from scratch because my crust, well... it looks a lil cracked and well, crusty. I call it a homestyle look. It was delicious and syrupy and appley and hard to pass up on seconds (which I don't know if I have the willpower to do again).

Here is the recipe:

• Pie Pastry (you can find a recipe online or buy in the grocery store) enough for top and bottom of 9" pie plate
• 7 cups apples, cored & peeled & sliced (I used Granny Smiths; cut somewhat thin so your pie doesn't overflow with lumpiness like mine did, unless you want that homestyle look)
• 2 Tb. lemon juice
  
• 1/2 c. white sugar
• 1/2 c. packed brown sugar
• 1 Tb. ground cinnamon
• 1/2 tsp. ground ginger
• 1/2 tsp. ground nutmeg
• 2 Tb. (heaping) all-purpose flour
• 1 Tb. butter
  
• 1 egg, beaten
• a little extra white sugar

1. Preheat oven to 375 degrees and make sure your apples are room temperature.
   
2. Prepare crust. One sheet should be in pie plate and the other laying flat
   
3. Toss lemon juice over apples in large bowl, set aside. Mix together sugars, spices and flour in small bowl. Once thoroughly mixed, toss into apples, coating them.
   
4. Pour spiced apples into prepared pie plate. Dot butter randomly over apples.
5. Place second pastry sheet over apples, crimping the edges together to seal. Brush the beaten egg over the pastry then sprinkle a little sugar over the top. Cut little slits to vent the pie.
6. Bake at 375 for 35 minutes then an additional 15 minutes at 400 degrees. Let cool before serving.
7. Devour!
   

30-Day Blog Challenge

Generally, when I commit to something it is a short two-week maximum commitment (clearly, my happily-ever-after commitments are not subject to this unfortunate generalization). Lately, however I find myself hitting my goals (like running -and not losing- my first 5k) and want to set a bloggerverse related one. I borrowed this 30-day challenge from another blogger and want to see if I can keep this up... we shall see.

Day 1-Introduce, recent picture, 15 interesting facts
Day 2-Meaning behind your blog name
Day 3-Your first love
Day 4-Your parents
Day 5-Your siblings
Day 6-A picture of something that makes you happy
Day 7-Favorite movies
Day 8-A place you've traveled to
Day 9-A picture of your friends
Day 10-Something you're afraid of
Day 11-Favorite tv shows
Day 12-What you believe
Day 13-Goals
Day 14-A picture you love
Day 15-Bible verse
Day 16-Dream house
Day 17-Something you're looking forward to
Day 18-Something you regret
Day 19-Something you miss
Day 20-Nicknames
Day 21-Picture of yourself
Day 22-Favorite city
Day 23-Favorite vacation
Day 24-Something you've learned
Day 25-Put your iPod on shuffle, first 10 songs
Day 26-Picture of your family
Day 27-Pets
Day 28-Something that stresses you out
Day 29-3 Wishes
Day 30-a picture

Here we go...

Le Jour Un
Introduce - Recent Photo - 15 Interesting FactsMy name is Monique. I live in Chandler, Arizona with my Happy Husband and Happy Lil Mutt. I have phenomenal friends and a fabulous family.

1. I was born in Miami, Florida and though I haven't lived there since I was 12, I still consider it my homeland.
2. I love music but have no talent for playing (my talent caps off with playing the wood block and the triangle).
3. I am the oldest of my three siblings, but am the shortest by six inches.
4. I love roller coasters, amusement parks and carnivals.
5. I have a passion for traveling, but it is a true rarity unless visiting family. Our first non-family-visit vacation was our honeymoon and we had already been dating six and a half years!
6. I love to try to recreate foods I eat in restaurants at home. I have 33 different spices in my arsenal and pick up more every week to make it happen.
7. I love being outdoors, hiking, having a picnic, walking around the block, and especially reading a great book under the stars on my back patio.
8. I never get my oil changed on time... I am embarrassed by how many miles creep up before I actually do it.
9. I think in verse (as if I were writing literature)
10. I floss twice a day because I have teeth-falling-out nightmares if I don't.
11. If I could collect one thing, it would be shoes, but...
12. Collections bother me. I have a serious aversion to clutter and collections.
13. I laugh - a lot - when I am nervous (this includes during my wedding vows; I was trying not to cry and just ended up laughing like a madwoman). How embarrassing!
14. I am a grammar and vocabulary-freak, but keep my special SAT words in check so I don't sound pretentious.
15. I have not ridden a bike that was not stationary since I was in middle school (the exact time my parents mentioned the bike-helmet rule) and fear that I may have forgotten how!

Voila!

Listening to: "Come on Closer" by Jem

How Does Your Garden Grow?

The Happy Husband and I built a raised garden this weekend. His mother grows incredible vegetables in her Illinois garden, and I desperately want to prove to myself that I, too, have a green thumb. I am skeptical that growing things is really within my realm of realistic talents as I am batting about 500 right now (having killed an un-killable bamboo, doesn't shine very well on my record).

We built the garden approximately 2 feet tall with an arc of 7 feet all the way around. We stacked heavy precast concrete stone pavers, dug irrigation for the drip system, and mucked around in the stinkiest garden soil all weekend long. Now I just need some seeds that will survive the 30 degree-possible Arizona "winters" and random ambushes by my little baby dog.

Listening to: "Shark in the Water" by VV Brown

Rendezvous avec Monique au Moulin Rouge

A grand decision has been made... I am celebrating my 27th year by having a Moulin Rouge theme fête d'anniversaire at my humble abode. I'm thinking french music, french wine, feathers, top hats and tails. Glittering diamonds and luxurious overconsumption will be the order of the evening.

Made two invitations and cannot decide between the two. Help me pick one:



C'est magnifique, no?

Listening to: "The Mating Game" by Bitter:Sweet

Reflection

Sittin' in the mornin' sun
I'll be sittin' when the even' come
Watchin' the ships roll in
And then I'll watch 'em go out again

I'm gonna sit on the dock of the bay
Watchin' the tide roll away
Sit on the dock of the bay wastin' time, ooh ohh

One of my favorite reflection songs, this has me think of the places I have been to get where I am and the things I have done to be who I am at this moment. Sometimes we focus so much on going, going, going and pleasing, pleasing, pleasing for so long that when we take a step back we realize that we are in the same place as the same person. That isn't a bad thing.

Listening to: "Sittin' on the Dock of the Bay" (cover) by Sara Bareilles

If you were falling, then I would catch you
If you need a light, then I'd find a match
'Cause I love the way you say Good Morning
And you take me the way I am

If you are chilly, here take my sweater
Your head is aching, I'll make it better
'Cause the way you call me baby
And you take me the way I am

I'll buy you Rogaine when you start losing your hair
Sew you patches on all you tear
'Cause I love you more than I could ever promise
And you take me the way I am
You take me the way I am, you take me the way I am

I told you it was a good thing.

Listening to: "The Way I Am" by Ingrid Michaelson

Adieu, mon amis!

I'm going through a red lipstick phase...

I am a super-freak fan of the Big Band/Swing era. I love the clothes, the music, the hair, the red lipstick. For Halloween this year Happy Husband and I dressed as the nurse and sailor in the Times Square photo taken at the end of WWII. I should have practiced victory rolls (the gorgeous hairstyle sported at the time) before we went out. All I have to say is, I have even more respect for my Grandmothers who did their hair like that all the time!

I asked hubby dearest if I could wear my hair and makeup like that every weekend and he just gave me a funny look. I'm still going to wear my beloved red lipstick every weekend; it is a good phase to be in.

Adieu!

Listening to: "Mad World" by Gary Jules

Happy 1/2 Anniversary, Hubster!

Happy Husband and I have been wed a happy six months. Never have there been a six months that went by so quickly (not that I spend large quantities of time pondering...well... time). We had been dating nearly seven years when we exchanged our vows, so I really didn't expect the wedding to alter much of our relationship. I do, however, feel that I have never been happier with him. Were my heart a cup, it would be constantly overflowing with affection (how do you like that poetry) for my love.

Happy Half-iversary, my darling dear! I love you with my whole being.

Blissful Bride

Listening to: "Boy With A Coin" by Iron & Wine