Ladies and Gentlemen!! We have BEER!!

This year for my 39th birthday Jenny got me my very own home brew kit.

To the novice, a home brew kit looks pretty silly. But to beer fanatics, like myself, it’s more than a plastic, 3 gallon bucket with tubes coming out of it. It’s beer nirvana!!

Wow. I sound like a raging alcoholic, don’t I?? Oh well, suck it up, buttercup and hand me my koozie.

Now, back to my story…. I got everything set up, began the brewing process and made my first batch of beer.

This was 4 weeks ago. Apparently, after you’ve gone through the whole tedious process of brew it, you then have to let it ferment for a week, then you bottle it and finally, you let it sit. For 20 days. Yes, 20 damn days.

This is to allow the yeast to do it’s magic and make the bubbles!! Woohooo!!

So, after all this time, my beer has been sitting in the corner of Jenny’s kitchen waiting to be put in the fridge.

Today was the day. I was apprehensive. A little scared. A bit worried that I had fucked it up somewhere along the way.

I went to the fridge and opened up my first bottle of home brewed beer. And guess what? It didn’t taste like ass!!

My beer didn’t taste like ass!!! Woohoo!!

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A day in Austin

Jenny and I always have a crazy schedule.

This past weekend was no exception. Unfortunately, it was one that included a terrific day trip to Austin on Saturday, but miscommunications and grumpiness on Sunday.

I guess we take the good with the bad and chalk it up to experience.

Saturday we took Louie (my 16 y/o daughter) with us to see Dewey (my 18 y/o daughter) in Austin.

She recently moved back after spending about 6 months in Pierre Part, LA with her dad.

Ever seen that show on Discovery or A & E or whatever channel it’s on, called Swamp People? Yeah. That town on the show is where my baby girl was living. And yes, those people are real!

Anyways, the three of us decided to go to Austin to hang out with Dewey and give Jenny a chance to finally meet her. (Dewey liked Jenny right off the bat. Always a good sign)

Our first stop was Pluckers! I love me some Pluckers. For those that have never been, it’s like Buffalo Wild Wings with a burnt orange overdose.

After the four of us ate way too much, and I had my required 2 Zeigenbocks, we decided to hit SoCo.

As we strolled along South Congress we encountered all the sites, sounds and smells I have come to love about Austin.

The street performer that was dressed as the grim reaper, who would stand perfectly still waiting for the perfect moment to leap out and scare a group of coeds; the various musicians that had staged themselves strategically outside the hotshots like Allen Boots and Lucy in Disguise; and the tents displaying local jewelry and crafts by vendors that probably spent more time behind a hookah than a desk.

My favorite shop is always “Uncommon Things”. I’ve never bought anything and probably never will. But walking through, pointing at things like a giant wooden alligator with several baby gators on it’s back, and telling Jenny, “I know EXACTLY where we can put this” made for a fun time. Between her looks of astonished horror that I might actually purchase something, and the realization that someone, somewhere actually saw value in a 5 foot, framed sculpture of a woman’s uterus, made for a few laughs.

After our shopping and eating were done, I gave my kid the prerequisite money that all parents give their grown children from time to time, hugged goodbye and set our course for Houston.

Now, anyone that has ever travelled from Austin to Houston knows that it a 3 hour drive, at best.

We left A-Town at about 8 pm and finally got home at 1 am. Yes. Your math is correct. 5 hours.

One of the things I have always LOVED about Jenny is the way that we can get lost in conversation. Well, that’s exactly what happened Saturday night.

Somewhere between the discussion about religion and crappy B movies (which I love and she hates, by the way) I noticed we had managed to veer off course.

We laughed about it, changed direction, stopped for a bathroom break and finished our trip.

It was a long day. A good day. And above all else, it was a day that I got to spend with three of my favorite women, in a town that I miss living in.

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Holy Crap

One reason I seriously doubted that I would actually keep a blog was accessibility.

I have 3 laptops, two desktops at work and Jenny has her laptop. But, for some reason (probably pure laziness) I only get online from my phone.

In fact here’s a perfect example of just how technologically ignorant I am.

Me: Hey. I can’t find my blog from my phone. Wtf??

Jenny: did you try typing in the URL?

Me: well hell no. Shit. I have a URL?

Then she sent me the link. That’s love. Or pity. Not sure which.

So I’m surfing around the site and found an app for this blogging stuff. Holy Shit!! An app?!?! I’m all about apps. Pictures?? Hell yeah!! I can upload photos. Ok. I can do this!!

So, I’m sitting in the truck, at the barn, posting on my page from my phone. Maybe I can do this.

My first post. Yay me!

For anyone who knows me, I’m not a person of “words”. I am an Engineer, by trade, so numbers are my thing.

I do Facebook, but that is just little bits and pieces of thoughts that pop into my head that I jot down simply to get them out in the open.

My girlfriend blogs a lot. Here lately, we’ve all been so busy that her posts have been few and far between, but she still sits down once in a while and puts her thoughts out here in cyberspace for all the world to see.

Am I going to be able to do that? Who knows, but I’ll give it a shot.

I am a 39 y/o mom, christian, girlfriend, friend, engineer. Oh, and I’m a lesbian. I’m sure if you’re smarter than the average bear, you managed to figure that out from the mention of MY girlfriend.

Between me and my girlfriend, we have 6 children. No, that wasn’t a typo. I said 6. I have two daughters and she has 2 sons and 2 daughters. For the sake of protecting the innocent, we will call them….

Huey
Dewey
Louie
Moe
Curly
Larry

and my girlfriend will be Jenny. Why Jenny? Well, because I’ve never dated a Jenny. Jenny calls me “Sweet Tea” on her blog so I decided to give her an alias as well. When I told her I’d decided on “Jenny” she had this deer in the headlights look. Once I explained why, she simply did that thing where she shakes her head, laughs a little and said something like, “Good Cow”….. (did I mention she seldom swears?)

Anyways, calling her Jenny made sense to me, so we are gonna run with it.

Now, why did I decide to blog? Because, Jenny is so fascinated with it that I thought there had to be something about it. I also found myself reading someone that she follows and decided that I didn’t want to be a cyber “stalker”, so I’d openly start a blog and admit that I seem to have this inordinate fascination with a very colorful lady that calls herself, “The Bloggess”. Yes, she seems to have quite the following, so apparently I’m not the only cyber stalker that she has.

As I sit here blogging on a Saturday morning (we have pigs so we get up every day at the butt crack of dawn), Jenny is taking a shower so we can go to Austin today to see my oldest daughter.

I realize on a daily basis just how lucky I am. I have beautiful and healthy children. (yes, I consider her 4 to be mine). I have a beautiful, supportive, sweet, sensitive girlfriend that I would definitely be content to grow old with. A good job, a comfortable home, and wonderfully amazing friends.

Maybe this blog thing will turn out to be nothing more than the addle brained ramblings of someone who probably needs medication and extensive therapy. Maybe it will be an outlet for me to get all the shit that gets stuffed in the back of my brain out so that there’s room for more important things (like porn). Or maybe I will find myself sitting on the couch one day, several months from now going, “crap. I have a blog. I should probably write something.”

Who knows. But we will find out.