I am about to start brewing my own beer… like the supplies are on the way and this shit is gonna happen soon. It’s going to be awesome.
I’ve been meaning to do it for a while, but a brewing friend of my has officially pushed me into the right direction… thank you very much.
Let the shenanigans begin…
It’s a sad thing, knowing that some people will be happier in death than in life. No, I am not talking about myself.
I recently cleaned out the “home” (if you could call it that, it wasn’t a place that I would wish anyone to live in) of a family member after her overdose and death. It was, by far, the saddest thing I have ever done. I never wish to do it again, ever. I couldn’t shake the feeling that where ever she is now, it’s a much better place than where she was when she was living. She is free from the pain that ruled her life…. A pain than she created, it was her own doing.
We all make our own lives, our own choices, our own pain. We have control over ourselves. It is sad that in her nearly 55 years she was never interested in taking control of her life.
I feel fortunate that the thought of not taking responsibility for myself and not making the best out of any situation has never crossed my mind.
water mains have been busting all over the city today… frozen pipes. we were told by the facilities manager of the building not to worry about the rust colored water now appearing in the sinks and toilets… it is safe to drink. really? good to know, i was getting a little thirsty. it was also mentioned that we might wish to go ice skating in the streets, as it is perfect conditions… where the hell are my skates when i need them?
ah, it’s a good day at the office.
oh, snuggie, how i adore thee.
i’ll admit, i never would have bought one for myself… my mother did as a joke. she also gave one to my roommate… best gag gift ever. we’ve spent the majority of the past few evenings in them watching terrible movies… i can’t think of a better combination. of course, the adult beverages help.
we are now planning the snuggie “family” portrait… my mom will be so proud.
the only problem… a bit of static electricity. i am afraid i may accidently electrocute the cat… it’s pretty awesome see every hair on her body standing straight up. it’s like something out of a cartoon.
maybe one little shock, just for the hell of it…
the pains of living in rhode island… now, don’t get me wrong, it’s a cute little place with sort-of a big heart (if you look in the right places), but having spent almost 7 years here i can tell you… somethin’ just ain’t right about these folks.
i claim texas as my home… i am not much of a true texan, but i carry the accent to this day, i bleed bbq and shiner bock. and will forever melt just a little bit when someone calls me darlin’. so, one would think that the lack of grammar and annunciation of rhode islanders’ wouldn’t drive me nuts, but it does. let me preface this post by saying that i am no authority on the subject and i, myself, cannot spell, i constantly run words together and am a fan of slang in general. there is poor grammar all over this blog.
with that said, i would like to let all of rhode island know that the word is DRAWER, not DRAW. draw is something you do, an action… not a place in which you put your pencils, spoons, papers, or anything else you are trying to hide when company comes over.
and for the love of all that is right in the world, the term is “side by side” not “side by each”… side by each makes no damn sense. none at all.
there is also the fact that a chili (actually not chili… it’s meat sauce, so much more appetizing, right?) dog has the lovely name of a “gagger”… sure i’ll take 3 all the way. actually, the proper definition is: a small hotdog with natural casing, slathered in mustard, meat sauce, chopped onions, and celery salt served on a steamed bun.
while we are on food. gravy is gravy. creamy white (or dark) served over biscuits or mashed potatoes. not tomato sauce. it makes complete sense why most of you never stray from your neighborhoods… 20 minutes is not too far to drive to visit friends, and no, you don’t need a passport to get over the bridge.
oy.
actually, i don’t feel that way. far from it… mostly. i’m fighting it a little bit this year.
i am a bit christmas crazy. fortunately, for myself i’ve learned that i have friends that are much worse than i… 12 christmas trees in one apartment is insane…. and oh, so awesome.
i normally put up lights outside and a couple of blow up santas, but living in the northeast where the snow won’t go away until april… outside decorations are a pain in my ass. so, my options are #1 put them up and run the risk of leaving them up year round (which many of the folks up in these parts do) or b) look a bit like the grinch outside of the house and like santa’s workshop inside. i chose option b and am currently trying to griswald the living room.
i really do love this time of year.
I just feel that this song and these lyrics need to be remembered… and it just so happens that I can’t get it out of my head lately. Lame post? Yes. Good song? Abso-freakin-lutely.
Keep On Tryin’ by Poco I’ve been thinkin’ ’bout All the times you told me You’re so full of doubt You just can’t let it be But I know If you keep comin’ back for more Then I’ll keep on tryin’ Keep on tryin’ And I’ve been drinkin’ now Just a little too much And I don’t know how I can get in touch with you Now there’s only one thing For me to do, that’s to To get home to you And I feel so satisfied when I can see you smile I want to confide in All that is true, so I’ll Keep on tryin’ I’m Through with lyin’ Just like the sun above I’ll come shinin', trough Oh yes I’ll Keep on tryin’, I’m Tired of cryin’ I got to find a way To get on home to you I’ve been thinkin’ ’bout All the times you held me I never heard you shout The flow of energy was so fine Now I think I’ll lay it on the line And keep on tryin’ To get home to you And I feel so satisfied when I can see you smile I want to confide in All that is true, so I’ll Keep on tryin’ I’m Through with lyin’ Just like the sun above I’ll come shinin', trough Yes I will Oh yes I’ll Keep on tryin’, I’m Tired of cryin’ I got to find a way To get on home to you
i’m currently waiting on a kegerator to be delivered to my home. i took the morning off from work, pre-ordered the keg, cleared out a space in the kitchen… and now, i wait. i’ve been considering one for sometime, but wrestled with the decision to buy or make… buy.
then i fought with myself again whether it was really a good idea for me to have a keg in the house ALL THE TIME. the devil in me won and decided it was a BRILLIANT idea and how could you have waited so long to make such an economically positive decision (it IS cheaper after all…)
so, i wait. like a kid on christmas eve… every noise in the street sounds like a delivery truck… wait… that may be… no.
note to self: do not hug the delivery guy when he arrives… it’s just a man in a truck, not a magical mythical figure that brings joy to children everywhere. it’s just a man in a truck.
If you decide to move down south again: before you make the decision remember the delusional summer heat. Back sweat that runs into ass sweat… all before noon and two seconds after you walk out the door. To understand southern heat you have to live in southern heat. I’ve done that. I don’t think I want to do it again. But, maybe… just maybe…
Because the beer is cold and cheap… so is the rent.
i seem to be in a bit of a rut. remembering things from years ago that i should have forgotten. good things, bad things… everything. makes me wonder how i got here. the odd part is, this rut is different than others. i’m happy. very happy. and i seem to know that everything is going to be okay. that everything wrong will be right again soon.
it’s all very zen of me. i’m not zen. hippies scare me. and you can take your new age crap and shove it.
but still, all will be right again soon…
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