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So tonight I drank a $20 bottle of beer.  Not $20 per case, not $20 per twelve-pack, not $20 per six-pack, a serious $20 per bottle beer.  Want proof?

Pretty impressive, no?

So obviously I didn't buy this for myself - I'm lucky enough to have a friend that is a beer connoisseur who procured a few dozen four-packs of this, the apparent creme de la creme of stout, and was nice (?) enough to share it with me.

First, this was not necessarily the appropriate beverage to re-introduce me to alcohol consumption after a four-plus month long absence (a story for another day).  As I got to the middle of the glass, I couldn't tell if the beer was getting better because it was getting closer to room temperature or because I was catching a pretty strong buzz.  Stout was just not a strong enough descriptive adjective to describe this brew -  I liken it to pouring and consuming motor oil.  I'm pretty sure I'm gonna wake up with hair on my chest.  Heck, I almost considered posting a picture of my currently hairless chest just to show that, in the event that I actually sprout a torso full of thick, dark hair, I at least didn't start out that way.  That should give you an idea of just how potent this particular drink was!

Yep, I drank my $20 beer out of a Guinness glass.  See how the dregs looks like motor oil?  I wasn't lying folks!

The truth is that I am not likely to develop a taste for this stuff anytime soon, which I guess is a good thing seeing as how I'd never be able to afford it.  I fear that I shall never become refined.....





Art Journal

Okay, so I'm not so much of an artist as I would like to be - a little too rigid probably - but I've been doing Elsie's Art Journal project with Steph since the first part of the year and I thought I'd share a few pages.

Art challenge: Add an envelope to your page. Journal on top or around it but utilize it as a place to store a photo, a note, or something else that you don't want to permanently stick to your page but that is important to your journaling.

Normally I wouldn't do this, but do you want to see the secret that was included inside?

Okay, here we go.....

Come on, you had to see this coming, right?

For some reason I can't get the other pages to load right, so this will have to do for now.  I'll post more later, assuming I get the technical difficulties straightened out.

P.S. You know you love the badger with a moustache.  How could you not?







Introducing Bill

Hi all.  Okay, let's be real here.....Hi to the three of you that might notice that my blog is up and running again!

So where did I leave off?  Oh yeah, something like a year ago or so.  Let's see.  Since then I've done some stuff, been some places and seen some things.  I've had to venture out into public more than once (and I think we all know how I feel about that) but I survived, so there's something. 

My absolute favorite addition in the last year has been my 2001 Jeep Wrangler, whom I have very affectionately named Bill.  Well, his formal name is actually  pronounced Beel, with a really cheesy Mexican accent, but people look at me oddly enough what with the naming of my transportation and all and I find when you throw in the accent the looks go from mild amusement to what appears to be somewhat serious concerns for my mental health.  I know (and depending on who you are, you may know) that my mental health is not in question - it's gone - but probably the average Joe on the street doesn't need to know too.  It's all about the mask, folks.

Without further ado, here's my boy!

Beel!

Okay, normally he doesn't sport the jaunty orange flag and he's recently undergone some really cool modifications, but that's Bill as he was a few months ago.  I chose this picture because it shows Bill with his one true love - mud.  How do I know that Bill is a pig at heart?

And now you know what I know - that Bill, given his druthers, would rather be up to his axles in mud that just about anywhere else.  I say "just about" because I know that they allow vehicles on the sand at Daytona Beach and I have to assume that Bill wouldn't object to being a beach Jeep.  I would at least be willing to give him a go at it, anyway.

More Bill later.  More stuff later, including pictures, rambling, etc. - all of the stuff that you've come to expect from me and/or all the stuff that you've learned to put up with from me.  Later!







Guess what!

Heeeeeere's Susan!