Beer'd

I make beer.  Pretty much every day I wake up and I don't have to work, I say to  myself that I'm going to make beer.  About 1/60th of those days do I actually make beer.  Three kids takes up a lot of my time.  I have a big pot and all kinds of spoons and buckets and coils that make the process a little more efficient.  I like making IPA because there is less time to wait between me making it and me drinking it.  It also tastes great at anytime of the year.  I feel like I'm good enough at it to produce it on a large scale and sell it.
I live in Bay Roberts again and I couldn't be sadder.  I have no friends out here and the it seems like I'm just a machine that follows my kids around.  You'd think that would afford me the time to make more beer.
Sarah Turpin loved my IPAs.  She loved all my beers.  Sometimes I knew she she didn't like them but she loved me and so she'd say she loved the beers. 
She died.  October 3, 2014 at around 4:45PM.  I watched it happen.

A.D.D. Post

Yesterday was so long. Gerry won and lost $600 on the machines. He got drunk twice. Had the beer on the plane been warm, I would have been drunk twice too. There were five people on the plane from goose bay to wabush. Three of them were simplex grinnell employees. It was a great surprise to see Craig sitting on the plane when we boarded. I ran on the luggage conveyor while we waited for the luggage to come out. That's another task off my life's to-do list.
I'm at the hospital now. I have a chest infection. The guy I stay with has the stomach flu. I assure you I'll contract that as well in a few days.
My birthday is this week and I couldn't care less. I think my 29th birthday was my peak. Drinking champagne in a tropical climate, seeing bats as big as gulls, snakes that are "very dangerous, sir" and the best pizza I've ever tasted. The only thing that could top that would be when the wife does that thing she does after she drinks a lot of red wine.
She doesn't drink much wine anymore. Not because she doesn't like it. It's because she was knocked up. Then she wasn't knocked up for a while. Then she got twice as knocked up as before.

They call me Peter Rabbit here in Labrador now because of my reproductive habits.

I gotta go get drugs from a doctor now

Back to the scene of the crime

I'm in goose bay. I spent some time here back in 2008. I was miserable then. I want to get out of this place just as eagerly as I did back then (albeit for different reasons).
I spent an hour it more at the bar where I met Sharon. Sharon wanted to have 27 babies with me. I blogged about it back then. She didn't give me 27 babies but she tried to give me something that all my close friends like to poke fun at me for. If I saw bob Neville today, I'd thank him for dragging me out of there and putting me in the cab. I still owe Pam a beer from that night. She was a friendly bartender (read obese) at the place we were staying at. We stayed at a bar that had a few rooms for rent behind it. That wouldn't fly at the company I work for now.
I've decided to start writing in my blog again after reading Sarah's blog the other night and recalling certain events of our courtship (some of which I had totally forgotten about).
It makes working on the road a lot easier

P.S. I have a daughter now. She is adorable and she looks like me. No wonder Sarah loves her so much

In the past six months.....

Apartment flooded.
Villa short-circuited.
Flew to London.
Hesitant Cabbie.
Tube.
Pearl Jam.
Anna Robinson.
Aoife O'Beirn.
England played terribly against Germany.
Bishop's Finger.
London Eye.
Dirty Plane to Edinburgh.
Uncle Rod.
Aunt Maureen.
Old City.
Sarah and I get irritated.
Fast Car.
Faster Car.
Eat Breakfast in Heathrow with Jennifer and Dave.
Paul in a ridiculous outfit.
6 hours short for E.I.
Corner Brook.
Cooper.
Mazda 3 Sport.
The Seventh.
Camping Around Twillingate.
Lee Stroud showing how he fights.
One Man's Loss is Another's Gain
Move to St. John's.
New SNL.
Went to work still drunk.
Move to Placentia.
PS3 breaks.
Turned 30.
Surprise Party.
Ipod Touch.
Wicked Wife.
Bought Xmas off the Internet.
Attempted Fertilization.
Apple TV From Chris
Boxing Day Near-Miss.
2nd Xmas With Separated Parents.
New TV
Call For School.
1 Firework For New Year's.
We Both Get Sick.
I Get The Worst Of It.

On Lady Gaga...

Me:"...and that's ALL she was wearing."
Sarah: "You can't care about what Lady Gaga is wearing. It's like that boy in your class that plays with himself. You just gotta look away and say 'they can't help it'".