But I Like Beer…

I’m forty now and enjoy a cold beer on weekends and on vacations.  But that may soon be coming to an end.

I don’t drink much wine- but I do enjoy a white Zinfandel or sparkling wine in the summer.  I find that those pair nicely with fresh fruits.


Hard liquor seems to last forever in my home.  I was given a bottle of tequila back in March, and still haven’t cracked it.  Same with the Espresso Vodka given to us at the start of July.  I do enjoy a hint of Bailey’s or Kahlua in my coffee in the winter months.  But that’s a little treat to my self usually after a night shift.

Beer is still my “go to” alcohol.  But I am slowly cutting it out of my life it seems.  Many reasons factor into this:

  1. I don’t like hangovers.
  2. I don’t go out as much as I did twenty years ago.
  3. Beer isn’t cheap anymore.
  4. Alcohol gives me respiratory issues.

1. No one likes hangovers.  The time for hangovers is long gone.  Children and responsibilities are paramount these days.  Hangovers don’t mesh well with any of those.

2. Going out and drinking socially isn’t my thing.  I don’t watch sports, I don’t dance, I don’t sing karaoke, and I don’t like being drunk in public.  Having quality time with friends is awesome though.  So I make exceptions when I need to be around people.

An afternoon with a friend today.

3. Beer is getting expensive.  Craft beer is popular at the moment, with many tasting rooms popping up all around.  Of course Molson, Budweiser, & Coors are cheap-but they are mass produced and shipped worldwide.  These large corporations are slowing buying out the microbrews that have become popular over the past few years.  I find this unfortunate only because I prefer to help “the little guy” but I also understand that at some point their ultimate goal is to make money.  

A beer in one hand and an inhaler in the other.


4. As much as I enjoy the tastes of micro brews, I can only have small doses.  My allergies and asthma don’t appreciate fermentation in my system.  After two beers, I am feeling the effects in my breathing and my immune system.  After four beers- I am struggling to breathe and sound like I am suffering with a head cold.  I’m even worse when it comes to the heavy liquors like whiskey or rye.

In the end I need to decide if the suffering I go through is worth drinking or not.  I do enjoy the flavors being mixed in many craft beers these days.  But I do not enjoy the way my body feels afterwards.  Carrying an inhaler and a box of tissues isn’t my idea of fun.  
Oh well.  I’m feeling like a hypocrite as I finish tonight’s post while I sip on a glass of beer.  I’ll make my decision some other day.

Choose Life

Yesterday, the Trainspotting 2 trailer came out.  It begins, “Choose life. Choose Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, and hope that someone, somewhere cares…” As trite and cliched as it may seem- it is what many in western society seeks today. I have high hopes for the movie sequel (total pun intended) coming out this January.  

Twenty years ago, the first film graced the cinemas.  The original movie was equally as disturbing as it was fantastic.  Besides following the lives of drug addicts, it laid out what life in western society was meant to be.

The poster I have kept after all of these years.


Like every other twentysomething at that time, I had the poster expressing the goals that everyone was supposed to accomplish.  It was pinned up in the washroom of the rental home I shared with three to five other adults- depending if their girlfriends were there at the time…  For years, I saw that poster and it became ingrained in my mind.

In a way, it turned into the mantra of my life.  I have followed or done nearly everything written on this poster…  But the one line I have not chosen is “Choose rotting away in the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself…”  That is where I wish to break the cycle.  Maybe twenty or thirty years from now I can say for sure.  

But for now, I choose my future.

I choose life.

The Old Razzle Dazzle

Give ’em the old razzle dazzle

Razzle Dazzle ’em


Some days it feels like all I’m doing is putting on a show for others to watch.  It also feels like they tune in when they’re bored…

Give ’em an act with lots of flash in it 

And the reaction will be passionate


I’m not sure why people love to complain.  I enjoy doing it from time to time.  I even get worked up over ridiculous things.  Like people who don’t use coasters for drinks.  That came from when I was five and we were visiting my aunt and uncle outside of Connecticut.  I got yelled at for putting a glass on their glass dining room table at breakfast.  Man.  The little things that make you who you are…

Give ’em the old hocus pocus

Bead and feather ’em

How can they see with sequins in their eyes?



Stringing together a story all the while hiding what I’m really trying to say.  There comes a point in almost all of my stories that I am deliberately talking about someone whom I know reads these.  It’s not always obvious who I’m speaking of- especially when I mesh together aspects of different people in my life.

What if your hinges all are rusting?

What if, in fact, you’re just disgusting?


I’ve gotten to a point in my life that I don’t much care for all the negativity out there.  I’ve also come to the realization that I don’t want sexist attitudes and racism around me or my family.  There comes a time that you have to choose what kind of role model you need to be.  Hiding sexism or racism behind “humorous” images is deplorable.  I don’t need it in my life.  I really don’t need to have my children think that I’m like that either.  I can’t tell them to do the right thing if either I myself or a “friend” is chauvinistic and sexist.  I want my son to be a gentleman and my daughters to expect courtesy and respect.

Razzle dazzle ’em

And they’ll never catch wise!


With A Little Help From My Friends

This thing called life is challenging at the best of times.  There are many hurdles and obstacles that we need to overcome in order to move on.  I am the manager of my own life.  As any good manager out there, you know that you need the strongest people to help boost you up.


I rely heavily on my friends for many things.  If I have questions about cars, music, travel, food, children, boats, school, movies, writing, video games, real estate and an assortment of many more- there is always a friend out there who has some experience that I wish to draw from.  Sharing experience and knowledge help each of us grow.  I have friends who are better than me in many ways and many aspects.

The fact that my friends are eager to share their knowledge with me makes me feel loved.  It’s also a bit of an ego boost to each of us when someone comes to you seeking out your expertise in a given field.  Any of the knowledge I share comes from other people’s expertise that was shared with me.  Like an intellect pyramid scheme growing and expanding upward and onward.


Our society can only grow when we share our knowledge with each other.  To all my friends out there- thank you for all of the help that you have given me over the years.  

I hope that my knowledge of how to nap can help you out when you need it.

Cold November Rain

It’s the beginning of a new month.  November.  An opportunity to start a new challenge in one’s life before the year draws to an end.  November is that last push before Christmas is upon us.  Another chance to make good on all of those promises we made to ourselves throughout the year.


This year I am going to do something I’ve thought about for years.  I’m going to try and write a novel in a month.  The NaNoWriMo challenge is for the entire month.  Write a few (thousand) words/day and “poof” a magical novel is created.  I am 100% sure that the majority of work is not worthy of anyone’s reading, but it gets those juices flowing.  Besides signing up for the challenge, where does one start?  “Once upon a time…”

I also use this month as a time to “Purge”.   It will be a great way for me to avoid writing.  Honestly.  I’m not going to lie about that, if the writing gets tough, I will distract myself by going through our old clothes- sweaters and hoodies come out of hibernation.  Some may not fit, maybe the style isn’t how we want to portray ourselves, or maybe we’ve outgrown its usefulness.  Or old toys and games.  Time to donate things we never use.

As well there is the yard.  Leaves have been falling, and a garden needs major pruning.  Today, we had a pretty significant rain fall.  It made me realize that the downspouts and roof need a good cleaning.  Yay!  More distractions from completing my writing challenge!

Ah, November.  A time to get lost in thought.  Everybody needs some time on their own.

And when your fears subside

And shadows still remain

I know that you can love me

When there’s no one left to blame

So never mind the darkness

We still can find a way

‘Cause nothin’ lasts forever

Even cold November rain


Dammit G’N’R.  You always sneak up and get stuck in my head at the worst moments.