I spent the night in drinking and thinking and googling Franzia. Pales in comparison to the Guwerztraminer I have developed a habit for, but a fun time, nonetheless.
I am also very fond of Widmer's Drop Top amber ale lately. This newfound affection for the bottled beer has made a marked difference in the way my pants fit. That, or I'm 4 months preggo....
The owner of the Franzia company went fishing on our family property, and caught a large bass. Hunters and fishermen are funny. They're mostly uptight cityfolk that spend hundreds of dollars in transportation costs and don a fancy costume they paid far too much for just to get way out into the middle of nowhere and rough it for a minute. I bet it makes them feel like real men. They all stalk around in the brush wearing funny hats and getting back in touch with nature.
I've never been hunting, my family just eats the presents that the hunters bring us, and we would butcher one of my dads cows when we needed to fill our freezer. But hanging out with the local boys here you get to hear some good stories, about 10 year old boys having to climb inside the carcass to gut it, about that one time Travis got gored in the thigh when he thought that deer was dead and ran up to it. Hahaa what a dumbass. Can you imagine the trip back out of the deep wilderness, into the clinic for stitches? I remember when he came to school in bandages afterwards.
I ate venison steak the other day for the first time, and it was pretty good. And really, there isn't anything better I suppose... No better way to eat meat than off of a wild animal you killed yourself, fed on wild vegetation instead of corn meal and recycled animal product.
I hate the fact that fall is here. This summer was really fun for me, and I feel like that's going to fall apart now.
In other news, my dad has some sort of digestive disorder, and some other kind of skin cancer on his hand. Sickie. I hope he gets all sorted out. He's one of those men's men that is stone faced about everything, and nothing is really a big deal so it was odd to hear him say something that normally would freak me the fuck out. He just casually mentions it, "Yeah, I'd better get that removed I guess. Heck."
Stupid human bodies. He's doing good for being in his sixties though.
I already miss Mike like a little wimp. I have mentioned him a few times in this journal before this summer as someone I just see once in a while but love to pieces, and now that I have been able to see him everyday I can't go back. He helps me feel sane, i guess.
*sigh*
I am also very fond of Widmer's Drop Top amber ale lately. This newfound affection for the bottled beer has made a marked difference in the way my pants fit. That, or I'm 4 months preggo....
The owner of the Franzia company went fishing on our family property, and caught a large bass. Hunters and fishermen are funny. They're mostly uptight cityfolk that spend hundreds of dollars in transportation costs and don a fancy costume they paid far too much for just to get way out into the middle of nowhere and rough it for a minute. I bet it makes them feel like real men. They all stalk around in the brush wearing funny hats and getting back in touch with nature.
I've never been hunting, my family just eats the presents that the hunters bring us, and we would butcher one of my dads cows when we needed to fill our freezer. But hanging out with the local boys here you get to hear some good stories, about 10 year old boys having to climb inside the carcass to gut it, about that one time Travis got gored in the thigh when he thought that deer was dead and ran up to it. Hahaa what a dumbass. Can you imagine the trip back out of the deep wilderness, into the clinic for stitches? I remember when he came to school in bandages afterwards.
I ate venison steak the other day for the first time, and it was pretty good. And really, there isn't anything better I suppose... No better way to eat meat than off of a wild animal you killed yourself, fed on wild vegetation instead of corn meal and recycled animal product.
I hate the fact that fall is here. This summer was really fun for me, and I feel like that's going to fall apart now.
In other news, my dad has some sort of digestive disorder, and some other kind of skin cancer on his hand. Sickie. I hope he gets all sorted out. He's one of those men's men that is stone faced about everything, and nothing is really a big deal so it was odd to hear him say something that normally would freak me the fuck out. He just casually mentions it, "Yeah, I'd better get that removed I guess. Heck."
Stupid human bodies. He's doing good for being in his sixties though.
I already miss Mike like a little wimp. I have mentioned him a few times in this journal before this summer as someone I just see once in a while but love to pieces, and now that I have been able to see him everyday I can't go back. He helps me feel sane, i guess.
*sigh*
VIEW 20 of 20 COMMENTS
high blood pressure and a drifitng love sensor...why do these circles repeat?
do you find this true?
btw...i once decided that i should be vegetarian because i absolutely could not kill something with my own hands...hunting is respectable, but most people simply depend on mcdonalds to provide guilt free meat.
blah...