Author Aija Monique Butler, was born in San Diego California, in 1979. She currently resides in the San Francisco Bay area where she is a student of Medicine pursing a graduate degree in Healthcare Management. She is an Advocate and Philanthropist for non-profit program development in the areas of Youth and Social Service Development. She is a grant writer and holds an extensive background in Psychology and has a host of medical certifications. Aija has a love for the arts and is a writer of poetry both fiction and non-fiction novels and memoirs.

Aija Butler is the Author of the Fiction Mystery Suspense Drama, My Nemesis a book series, Non-Fiction Memoirs, “Life Honestly After, The Undeniable Truth,” and “The Rebirth of My Soul,” an intimidate look at her walk with illness, sharing her journey through recovery and independence. She is also the Poet/Songstress of the Poetic Experience, My Butterfly Effect, and Non-Fiction Poetic Memoirs, In the Mourning.

Latest works involve freelance article writing,and an album of musical and poetic memoirs. Aija also looks to put together her first script and plans to release three new books in the year 2012. Look out for this creative genious she is taking on the world of creative arts by storm.

Thursday, October 28, 2010

Short Story, The Electric Lemonade

I had this wonderful blue drink on one of my excursions with my sister in law Jahmonica, and Aunt Staci. I fell in love with the baby blue icy cold lemon refreshment. It was so good It was hard to believe that it was an alcoholic beverage.

 I”d guzzled 3 of the tall blue gypsies before I realized I was drunk.
Any way after drinking these blue devils I was so intoxicated that I barely knew where I was located. I had, had entirely too much to drink. Those tasty monsters were a hit. I’d be sure to slap an advisory label on those suckers the next time I was invited to an outing with the ladies.

The Electric Lemonade, altered my thinking. I was out of touch with reality.
Be advised. The Olive Garden as a similar drink that I found to be equivalent to my tasty blue dream. It was yellow. A beautiful canary yellow as bright as the sun, with crushed lemon candy around the tall brim of the glass. Oh boy! I could see the danger signs, as the waitress brought the enticing beverages to the table. “Tuscan Lemonade,” I believe they were called. I have my mother n law to blame for this one. I whipped out my pen and pad and quickly added the new drink to my list.

I believe these mystic drinks are much like men. They come in all these cute different shapes, sizes, and colors. Whispering sweet nothings into your ear. Hypnotizing the most sane individuals. We have to be careful of these different types of tall winery delicates.

Too much of what we think is good for us can be extremely harmful and can kill. While just a simple taste can keep us sane in our wild adventures of the horrific trials of this world, (laughing out loud historically). I doubt any of us ladies will follow this rule about our limitations on the men tip. However the taste in men is more so what I am getting at in this passage.

The look, feel, and taste of a person, place, or thing, can be quite deceiving. Set your sites on high quality. I chose a drink that was both tasty, sweet, and tall. At a decent price. Are we following. Handsome, respectable, a relationship built on trust, faith, and longevity. Choose your significant other wisely people. Much like you select your wine or favorite beverage, snack, and or treat.

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