just emergencies...

we are taught from an early age how to deal with emergencies...
- tell the nearest adult
- call 911
- duck and cover

and as an adult we are taught how to deal with 'adult' emergencies...
- first aid kits
- flashlights
- radio

me - well i have my own emergency kit...


for whatever reason, gramps bought a six pack of rhinelander a while ago... i think because it was cheap... well he didn't like it... so of course, he gave it to me...

"big Rhonda's home for wayward beers"

i drank 3 of them one night after i already had a few other beers... not too bad... but then - i tried one as my first beer of the night... let's just say that it tasted like the zoo... it is ass nasty... so there is one rhinelander in my fridge right now... because "big Rhonda's home for wayward beers" is a no kill shelter... it has made a home on every shelf in my fridge... it is my emergency beer... there just in case i need it... luckily i haven't had to sink that low yet... but at least i know it's buried back there somewhere...

just wordless wednesday...

just wordless wednesday...

just 289...

so there's this place we hang out... maybe you've heard of it... the pub... you can have your own mug... it's $25 and here's what you get - half priced wings (for life), free dinner on your birthday (for life), special mugclub outings for ONLY mugclub members & most importantly - your very own mug... it is YOUR mug... you can decorate it any way you like... you can put ribbons on the handle (like mine)... you can put butterfly stickers on it (like aunt sue's)... it is YOUR mug...
well, last week, we lost one of our own... it happens... you hear about it all the time... you just don't think it will happen to someone you know...289 went down in a blaze of glory... he was dropped by one of the bartenders at the pub... it was ruled an accident by the police and no charges have been filed...

tonight, we gathered to memorialize 289 and all he has done for our friend LAC... he was a good mug and always there for LAC when she needed him... the world has lost a great mug...we'll miss you 289... hope you are enjoying mugclub heaven...

Our lager,
Which art in barrels,
Hallowed be thy drink.
Thy will be drunk,
(I will be drunk),
At home as in the tavern.
Give us this day our foamy head,
And forgive us our spillages,
As we forgive those who spill against us.
And lead us not to incarceration,
But deliver us from hangovers.
For thine is the beer, The bitter and The lager.
Forever and ever,

Barmen

just wordless wednesday...

just wordless wednesday...

just music...

part one:

i listen to npr... all. the. time. on the way to work... at work... on the way home from work... on weekends while cleaning the kitchen... all. the. time.

so when i switched it over to 92.1 on the way home it was a weird moment to say the least...

part two:

at some point in my 3 months in college i happened upon a book that i may or may not have stolen from the morehead state library... it was a book of poems... but not JUST poems... poems that were songs... i stumbled upon one that happened to catch my fancy... years later i realized that it was actually a song by blood sweat and tears...

I'm not scared of dying,
And I don't really care.
If it's peace you find in dying,
Well then let the time be near.
If it's peace you find in dying,
And if dying time is near,
Just bundle up my coffin
'Cause it's cold way down there.
I hear that its cold way down there.
Yeah, crazy cold way down there.

And when I die, and when I'm gone,
There'll be one child born
In this world to carry on,
to carry on.

Now troubles are many, they're as deep as a well.
I can swear there ain't no heaven but I pray there ain't no hell.
Swear there ain't no heaven and I pray there ain't no hell,
But I'll never know by living, only my dying will tell.
Yes only my dying will tell.
Yeah, only my dying will tell.

Give me my freedom for as long as I be.
All I ask of living is to have no chains on me.
All I ask of living is to have no chains on me,
And all I ask of dying is to go naturally.
Oh I want to go naturally.

Here I go, hah!
Hey Hey!
Here comes the devil,
Right Behind.
Look out children,
Here he comes!
Here he comes! Hey...

Don't want to go by the devil.
Don't want to go by demon.
Don't want to go by Satan,
Don't want to die uneasy.
Just let me go naturally.

and when I die,
When I'm dead, dead and gone,
There'll be one child born in our world to carry on,
To carry on.
Yeah, yeah...




i have loved it ever since the first day i read it... i have said SO many times that i want it to be played at my funeral... imagine how happy i was when it was the first song i heard on 92.1 on my way home tonight...