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Flash back a few weeks ago, it was my birthday and also our second round of Beer Tasting.

This time we added Kate, Paula, and Joel to the participant list.  Which is always great (especially since Kate officially doesn’t like beer).

Tell you truth, I can’t remember what beers we had this time.  Someone should probably take notes or something.

• Fin Du Monde (repeat)
• Don de Dieu
• Lambic Framboise
• Lamic Terrible*
• Scaldis Noel
• Dogfish Head 90 Minute IPA
• The Duchesses (repeat)
• Plus Uncle Kevin’s Olde Tymme Beer Bread (Vegan)

There might have been more, but if I can’t remember them…they are dead to me.  Photo from Beer Tasting Two!

Feel free to check out Beer Tasting One!

* - “This smells like the place a Gas Station restroom goes to the restroom” ~ Paraphrased from whoever said that.

Slightly related….go check out Son of Rambow.

The new lappy is more than just my best friend, it is great little productivity machine.  It’s keys are scissor up and down and make typing a joy.  I use a work provided HP 6700 for everything I get paid for and I beautiful fingers mark each key-stroke with sigh for my other computer.  Not saying that the HP is terrible, it just isn’t great.

The only downside of the laptop setup is that occasionally, I want to get busy and work at a real desk with the screen a comfortable ways away.  To do so I was plugging in my aging Apple Pro Keyboard.  However, that thing is getting to a point where keys aren’t as lively as they once were.  I decide to use my Birthday cash from my beloved In-Laws to fix this situation.

Hence, my new Apple keyboard It is such a joy to type on I find myself wanting to work at the desk instead of my giant easy chair.  The thing is beautiful too, I never thought I would actually dig the look of a keyboard, but thing is a beauty.

Thinking my wife digs having me out of her hair and in my office too.  So win-win.

Turned another year older Saturday.

Let’s look back a bit, shall we:

• May 2007 - Moved to Capitol Hill
• May 2006 - Proposed to Kate
• May 2005 - Hiking (apparently)
• May 2004 - More Hiking (Apparently)
• May 2003 - Another year older in Guatemala
• May 2002 - Working night shift at Earthlink
• May 2001 - Another year older in Mexico
• May 2000 - Antique Dealer (I know, weird)
• May 1999 - Brain settling down from first trip to Asia
• May 1998 - Punk kid

Birthday weekend, went for a walk around the Hill.  Swung by Volunteer Park for the first time, very cool.  Who loves plants (flickr set)? I do.  I think following roughly in the vein of our friend, Alicia , I may have the occasional flower type photo here.  Remember though, I am still tough as nails.

Also, this guy was there….we thought his clothing was very appropriate and at no point did we follow him around sniggering.

The Skirt and I received Bush Monies yesterday.  I believe we plan on using to help with a little side project we have been working on called “Operation: Buy A House…..eventually”

In related news, we won’t be going on trips again until 2022.  Hurray for growing up.

Like most people dogs from Kent, Zena has one remaining tooth.  I like to call it Chomper.

A post from 5 years ago.

Can’t recall the exact circumstances, but clearly I was having fun.

I did another series of bus jumps to get to Maruata. A hard to reach beach that is considered The “Mexican Beach”. Or so it said in book. On the way I met some crazy ass Gringo Expat Retiree Artist. These guys rock…basically this is their greeting “Hello, my names (Insert wierd name, in this case Teo) I am an artist, I retired unexpectedly. I have travelled and now live in San Miguel (this is almost always the same)…my theory is that (Religous or Political Character) is Evil…in ways you wouldn´t understand. I have read a lot of books (read as smoked my head off), and studied with a Peyote Shaman”. I usual say “No Hablo English…go way coke head”.

I get to this place, hitch a short but much appreciate ride in to “town” and get a cabana to stay in. The beach here is top notch. The water is cold, like home and has big surf. The beach is split in two by a large rock….like a hill. The sea has carved caves in that burst water out when you least expect (witness a pocket full of very It pesos). I play around on beach I have to ourselves, aside from a goat that walked by. Stupid goat. Teo has been staying here and I didn´t even see him. How sad. I take siesta on the beach, boy am I glad I bought my gigantic disney themed toIl. After rousing I Int back to the cabana. Now a cabana conjures romantic ideas of a breazy quiet place, this is not true. This was more of shack, but hey…either that or camp. I scarffed some more shrimp and Int to the beach….50 feet away to look at the stars. There was no light pollution so it was really clear. The hippie ass mexicans that are camping made bonfires…and other smoke too. There was one huge short falling to the cabana. IT HAD NO FRIGGING MOSQUITO NETTING! The next morning I get out of bed, noticed I did not say “woke up”…yeah damn cheeched mexicans and their drums. I pack and go wait on the highway for a couple of hours till the “hourly bus” shows up. Another series of bus changes and I find our selves last night here, in Zihuat.

After a lot of showering and combing of facial hair I am now sand free. It is around 11 in the morning…I just had a huge glass of cool fresh squeezed OJ and am sitting in place 20 feet from the water. The fishermen are cleaning their catches and selling em right there. Breezy and warm. The kid here is starring at my calf…which I am sure is not that interesting, but he seems to get a kick outta it. My mind is wandering. Like how come fishermen here are all about cleaning their catch, but not themselves…phew. I can smell this dude from 10 yards.

Ok, nuff time inside. This town rocks and I got´s to do some Laundry sooner or later, otherwise my last Fisherman comment is wicked hypocritical