shaken; not stirred-- a new metaphor, perhaps?

lets begin this blog by why i chose my blog name, even though i'm not exactly sure why at this moment...perhaps it's because i am sitting here reminiscing having a dirty martini--shaken; not stirred with extra olives. perhaps it's not because i can't have dirty martinis at the moment, per se, but i still want to grasp that old part of me that has changed as i enter mommyhood. not that my life revolves around alcoholic beverages, but it sure does heighten the experience. maybe we can say shaken; not stirred is not only about my love for salty drinks and the classy catchphrase of james bond, but for this rollercoaster of a ride we call life? i could be shaken by certain events, people, situations that occur, but never stirred? eh, i think i'm just going to leave it at the fact that i like dirty martinis very much. yeah. that sounds much better. well, here's a toast to jumping into the rabbit hole i call my world!