Ok, here is the deal. I haven’t blogged in awhile, it’s not because I have been any busier than normal, I just haven’t felt like it. I’m not a writer, I have friends that are… they are amazing writers, and I would buy a book they wrote even if it was on nuances of growing a rose garden. I’m sure I would laugh, cry, throw the book across the room, and end it thinking time well spent loving roses. But I’m not like that. I don’t have cool stories and I can’t write a boring story into a cool one. So with that being said I’m going to promise to not dedicate myself to this blog. I’m just going to write when I feel like it, be it weekly (no way I’m doing it daily), monthly, or longer.
So anyway, since I wrote last here is what has been going on.
I’m over winter. I want sunny warm weather, warm water, fishing, swimming in the lake, being able to drive the car with the top down, and bare feet on green grass. I’m tired of waking up to gray skies, frosted windshields, wind so cold it feels like an ice pick is being driven into my face. It’s starting to make me depressed, it’s bleak out there. I know why bears hibernate; if I didn’t have to work I wouldn’t mind sleeping till it’s warm again too. I’m over it, bring on spring.
I love the Olympics. My eye’s swell with pride during the opening ceremonies. I watch the competitions every time I get a chance it makes for great background stimulus. Did you see Shawn White dominate (On his victory lap no doubt)?!?! I want so bad to go to the Olympics. And I think the winter Olympics are better than the summer ones. But I would be happy to be at either one. I think Curling is my only option. I believe if I put in a curling ?rink? behind the mill and served beer, in four years we would have a Lebanon team bringing home the gold. Could you imagine an Ltown crew staying in the Olympic Village? It would be ridiculous, I’m sure we would be kicked out after the first night. Finally something I noticed from the opening ceremony, 55% of the Olympian women are hot blonds, 42% are hot brunettes, and 3% are just plane scary (I know, it’s degrading to the worlds top female athletes, complain to someone who cares). I can’t wait to stay there in the Olympic Village as an American Curler with all the other international Olympians (wink wink); I finally have a new goal.
We are almost done fermenting the third batch of brew, an English IPA that we dry hopped for 2 extra weeks. Batch number four or five is going to be the most intense one yet, we have the materials to make it just like they do in a real brewery. I look forward to saying “Yeah, we sparged the mash today”, matter-of-factly in passing conversation. I figured out why I enjoy brewing also, it’s a science and cooking at the same time, to things I am passionate about that just coincidently I can drink the final product when all is said and done (Bonus).
I burned the hair on my face off for the 3rd time in recent memory today. This time it was a grill on the porch with a lighter and a tank of propane. Dose this happen to everyone? Third time in probably two years, and I’m a fairly careful person, how does this keep happening? Good thing I didn’t become a firefighter, don’t know how long I would have lasted.
And lastly, March 17th, let’s make it an official US holiday. Who is with me?
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