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PBR is the new gold standard.

A look inside Henry.

A look inside Henry.

I’m struggling for something interesting to write about. I guess i should start with my unrequited love affair for beer and move on to less pleasant topics. or maybe i should start with the horrible things like ripping off a band aid and then move onto to beer. oh and PS Henry is my fridge. Oh and this post is also about Pasty Boy’s face.

I’ll start with the Neighbors. There are no words in the vast english language to describe these…lovely people. Starting at 8 am they let their young children, infant to toddler range. The infants sit in their strollers and watch their parents chain smoke and ignore their older children. The “grown ups” are so obsessed with flirting with each other that they don’t notice when one of the toddlers runs off and you hear them yelling for the kid, and than at the kid oh and than at each other…All…day…long.

So where i live the parking lot is old and rutted and crappy, kids should not be playing on it. There is a park ACROSS the street. i kid you not a stones throw away…a stone thrown by me none the less and i can’t throw for shit. Green lush amazing grass and a BRAND NEW playground further back. There is nothing for these kids to play with in this driveway, they are too busy being yelled at to be taught anything useful and the “parents” wonder why their child is misbehaving. I can easily tell you…it’s because you are ignoring your damn kid. They are mirroring you, they learn from you that the only way things get done is by yelling, so now they just yell right back.

I’m not saying i will ever be the perfect parent, i know i will slip up, but i have worked with enough kids to know when to take a break when i’m frustrated, to time my day so my kid will not be in my hair and occupying themselves with an old chain, sticks or garbage. It’s really annoying when people think that i have no idea what i am talking about since i do not have a child myself and have not really experienced child rearing. Um no sorry i may not have a kid but i sure as fuck know what i am talking about. I didn’t work at a few day cares and be a nanny to learn nothing.

Some how this just turned into me trying to defend myself, and thats the signal to move onto beer. Am i a bad person for labeling and judging someone by the beer they drink? Nah. I hold those PBR drinkers in high esteem and the coors light fans as people in denial about alcohol. They say hey i want to be cool and drink with you all but i am too cheap to buy the real stuff so i just pretend by drinking coors light. I’m kind of lost as what else to say. it’s a moot point.

To be Continued.

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I would just like to say.

Screw this whole posting pictures of myself for encouragement. My camera batteries are dead and i have no money to go buy new ones to have them die in a month. If we could just get on the ball with a new energy source for small technology that would be GREAT. Or if someone could just buy me an iphone, that would also be appropriate. Because we all you know get some super secret knowledge to conquer the world when you receive an iphone and super powers with your thumbs… touch my screen biatch! i’m an iphone and i’m awesome. Maybe i just need to let it go and realize i’ll never own one. JUST KIDDING. I’ll never actually let those words escape from my mouth. Moving on from the iphone is the harry potter equivalent of saying…Voldemort. AH!

ALSO. I haven’t been drinking lately, no money really to do so. The most prefered would be Shipyard export on draft since it’s local, or chamberlin. Or Allagash, or Geary’s HSA Mostly amber beers that are like a middle of the road easy to drink many and not too filling like the darker beers where i have one and wonder why there is a brick in my stomach. Making me reach for my trusty bottle of tums in vain since i have been half heartedly attempting to leave the supersized bottle of chewable calcium tablets at home. I get so excited, shuffle around in the black hole i call a purse only to be let down. But the empty calories and being even more hungry after drinking and while walking home buying a bag of honey mustard and onion pretzel pieces and eatting the whole bag in one sitting…says something to you. It was like a fat kid on cake. But i am the fat kid and i love cake.

In other news. My apartments oddly clean, well minus everything i shoved in my bedroom thinking my friend would lend me a steam cleaner but hasn’t yet.

Onward and upwards to make some cupcakes!! I have strawberries so i think they will be strawberry vanilla cupcakes.
Here is the link to…um freaking amazing cupcakes. Make them, visit this blog. http://gastronomyblog.com/2009/03/24/strawberry-cupcakes-with-strawberry-frosting/
I’m also cool and wearing about four shirts right now, three tank tops and a t shirt. Not many people can pull that off you know.