Since last Wednesday, I stopped at a few breweries for a couple of Growler fills and to try something new.
First we stopped at Mount Arrowsmith Brewing Company for a fill of a blonde and grabbed a couple of bombers.
Before making it to my mother’s, we stopped at Gladstone and got a fill of a Cream Ale.
The next day we stopped at Shelter Point Distillery. I shared that adventure here. Followed by a stop at Beach Fire Brewing Company for a flight and a fill of a Raspberry Beer.
We headed to Powell River the following day and stopped at Townsite Brewing. I was here in the spring and enjoyed a flight. We picked up a fill of a Blackberry beer since Powell River was celebrating Blackberry Days Festival.
My wife and I enjoyed the brews we sampled and have some remaining to enjoy at home.
I'm feeling good these days. The kids are happy, my wife is healthy, my work is pleasant, our home is messy… Having a clean and finished home means it'd be time to move out. At least that's what I've noticed in the past. Any time all of the repairs and chores got done, it is time to sell a house. So as long as our home is a mess, we won't be moving.
I'm also still writing on a daily basis. I do this to keep a momentum going. Maybe one day I'll put together that novel I have inside of me. I also write as a way to have time to myself. It's very therapeutic to just relax and write. I originally started writing as a way to express myself. However, I feel I have grown emotionally over the past year and a half.
Those of you who know me, have now seen another side of me. Those of you who don't know me, maybe you find solace in knowing that not everything is perfect. Sometimes it's a story about me being a loving father, other times it could be about the sad child I once was. I write whatever comes to mind. I am still hiding a lot of myself behind a closed door. I don't think I'm ready to share those stories yet.
I don't want to share some anecdotes on the World Wide Web because I worry that they could define me in the eyes of the reader. They'd also be out there forever. I want to express an exemplary life in my writing. I want people to be inspired as well. I'm by no means perfect. Nevertheless, I strive for perfection.
And so I write. I write as a way of cleaning out my mind. As long as there is work to do and cleaning to be done, I won't be moving out. I'm still here for many more years to come.
Yup. Today's post is about passing gas.
I think farts are amusing.
They feel good too. Everyone has a good fart story to share. And we all laugh. Sometimes we laugh so hard we fart. And that's funny too.
There's no reason to deny that we fart. Just pass the gas and giggle.
Enjoy a video:
If I could share one of my farts here, I would. Maybe next time we hang out, I will share one. A fart that is.
This is about nothing. A bunch of nothing filling a screen about nothing. Essentially it is the epitome of nothingness. Just a bunch of words creating sentences. No stories about things or activities. Just nothing.
But it's my nothing. A nothing that has turned into something. A little something I needed to write. Something I wanted to write. A something about writing nothing.
Nothing about something. Something about nothing.
We haven't had cable tv for years. It came to a point where there were too many channels and not enough quality programming. The cost was getting higher and the frustration of trying to enjoy it was too. So we cut the cord.
At first it was tough. But it became easier to just download shows and binge watch. Then came Netflix! (Love that service.) Binge through five seasons of Star Trek:TNG in one sitting? Why not?! Then I discovered Kodi and streaming anything we could find. Of course there are drawbacks to it. But it only costs the price of internet service. Which really is the way to go.
Tonight I used an app called "Modbro". I was hoping to stream Sharknado 5. Because, why not? Alas, I was late in turning it on because I don't adhere to the set norms! So I decided to catch the end of last week's episode of Rick and Morty before this week's episode started. After the episode was done, I tried to channel surf like a normal person. And it sucked.
Usually we watch tv when we are out on vacation. The tv in the hotel room goes on as a way to zone out at the end of a long road trip. Some bad tv is watched. But tonight, even the kids told me to just turn it off so they could watch Netflix instead.
We have been a household of tv show watchers without watching network television. It seems strange. But it works for us. Not glued to the tube. A bit of freedom and the urge to watch tv isn't always there. I don't need to set an alarm to switch on a channel. Even getting schwifty can be done when I want.
I am pretty awesome. I like it. My life is great, my family is great, my friends and coworkers are great. Everything in my life is pretty great. All because of me and my awesomeness.
That's right. I just awesomed all over the place. Every day I do it. Being awesome is a way of life: a mindset. Taking negativity out of my life as much as possible has broadened my perception on pretty much everything. I look for the good in people and situations. I guess I'm an optimist.
I love being awesome. I wrote about being Perfect once as well. I've also shared my many looks in Messed Around With Gender Roles. Awesome is my middle name. Josef Awesome Havelka. I enjoy surrounding myself with awesome people as well.
But right now, what would really be awesome? An awesome evening nap.
Goodnight awesome people!
Some of the most fun in life is to quote things that people don't get. Sometimes a reference is funny and just sounds amusing when said. "My spoon is too big." is one of those phrases. Goes hand-in-hand with "I am a banana."
Or chanting the word "Dick" over and over then shouting "BALLS!" It's from a funny video that I enjoyed laughing at a few years ago.
Or quoting an old Jim Carey film. Some people born pre-1995 get the jokes. While youngins say these things not knowing where the quote is from. Usually they think it's from some YouTube personality.
I know I've said things that I thought were from one comedian, but it was actually from something completely different. "They're all gonna laugh at you!"
This brings me to my last point- I've enjoyed listening to some old comedy albums of the 90's again. Adam Sandler, Dennis Leary, The Jerky Boys… all great at their peak, and some still have a few good jokes or songs that really hit the mark.
Not all of it is funny anymore. Maybe it never was. Maybe my sense of humor is changing. Perhaps I'm getting older. Perhaps I care about clever humor once again.
And poop jokes. Those are funny.
I used to smoke. Years ago. I regret it immensely. No one to blame but myself for starting. I must've been 17 at the time. Thinking it was cool. But it wasn't.
Cigarettes were a part of my life growing up. My father, his friends, the neighbors, my aunts and uncles- almost all of them smokers. Ashtrays and stale smoke filled my home as I grew up. I'm not blaming or accusing anyone for me starting but it didn't deter me from it either. In fact, back in my childhood I remember my father having a set of pipes and a large jar of tobacco on display. Occasionally I would open the jar just to smell the tobacco.
I only know of one photo of me smoking since having children of my own. It was a Halloween party in 2002. As mentioned last year in Healthier Choice, I had made a conscious effort since meeting my wife in 2000 to not get photographed with a cigarette in my mouth or hand. We also had a no smoking indoors rule that we adhered to. It made smoking that much more difficult to enjoy- Although that really isn't the correct word, enjoying cigarettes never really happens. I believe it was somewhere on October 31st or November 1st 2004 that I smoked my last cigarette.
All I remember about it was that I felt like my lungs were collapsing and I wasn't getting any oxygen in. It was right after another Halloween party at our place. I quit cold turkey that day. My wife had already quit because of being pregnant ages before. She had already been closer to never smoking again than I was. But me quitting helped to never have it again in our home.
I keep one of my father's old pipes in a small box with his wedding ring and a ruby ring that he used to wear. In all the years growing up, I only ever saw my father smoke a pipe maybe twice. And that was when I was about 4 or 5 years old. But my memory of him smoking was a part of who he was. The smell of cigarettes stayed in his beard and was a permanent fixture of who he was.
I now have to use an inhaler daily and also a steroid inhaler to give strength to my lungs in order to breathe somewhat normally. I hate it. I know that the dozen or so years of smoking increased the necessity of an inhaler but I probably would've needed one regardless at some point. Growing up in a home of secondhand smoke didn't help with my health.
Waking up today struggling to breathe is what prompted me to write this. I don't like talking about the negative parts of my life. But certain things I do not want to repeat. Smoking is one of them. And I really hope my children don't smoke ever.
Funny how life hits you in the strangest of ways. So far this summer I have cancelled plans at the last minute for no better reason than, "Just Because". It kind of bothers me. A couple days ago it was going for a hike to Inch Creek. Last night was the Drive-In movie. A few weeks ago it was cancelling going to the swimming hole up the road.
So today I chose to make a splash… I mean- make it up to the family. We went to the swimming hole for an hour or so to cool down. We got back home and I was about to sit down and write about it, when I remembered that I had done that before. Cooling Off was written one year ago.
So it's odd that life is on repeat. Because two years prior we did the same thing. Every year we went once. As much as it was a nice treat, chances are we won't be going there again this summer.
Now it's time for another evening on the lake as the kids do dryland training for speed skating.
So far the summer is on repeat: Work, nap, lake, beers… not that I'm complaining. I need to get the kids to the Drive-In movies this summer before it's too late. I also need to get some camping and get a few hikes in.
Life could be a lot tougher. But life is pretty freaking swell, even if it is on repeat.