Give me a break! I am sick of all these Christmas curmudgeons all pissed off about anything Christmas happening before Thanksgiving.
Do you pay attention to life? It sucks ass! If I died and went to hell I would be sitting at work like I am right now.
Ok perhaps not, the point is that Christmas is fucking great. Screw everyone who gets all Grinch/Scrooge/Simon Cowell about Christmas. It's the one time of year we can be selfless, make others happy, relax, be cozy, get drunk with family, the list goes on. Christmas is a jovial bright happy musical majestic holiday. And if I want to decorate November 1st so what!!! Why are we minimizing the time we celebrate Christmas?
Shit I'd rather put my tree up November 1st and be holly jolly as fuck all the way until New Years than be all like "wah wait til Thanksgiving" and be one of THOSE that goes out shopping on Black Thanksgiving (which it totally is now, you can't deny it. Stores are open on Thanksgiving day WTF).
Let me listen to my damn music and hang my damn lights and stockings and whatever the fuck I want. They are decorations, they don't need to personally offend you.
My dad got upset that my ringtone was All I Want for Christmas is You. I'm like are you for real? I've worked for your Christmas lighting business since I could crack open a beer are you shitting me? It's your fault I even like Christmas this much. We start the season in August - maybe my tree should go up then? For fuck's sake, and for the record, my tree isn't even up yet.
Don't you hate it when you go to the store and you buy something, like a Christmas tree, and the box shows this succulent, gorgeous tree and you're like shit yeah ok. Take it home and like it's a bundle of sticks. And you're looking at these sticks like...what are thooooooose. No idea how these green twigs are going to look like any sort of tree. Nothing wrong with a Charlie Brown tree except that I paid for this luscious looking mother fucker on the box. False advertising!! Or maybe that's what I get for getting a Christmas tree at Dollar General.
Anyway....
I'm not trying to negate Thanksgiving by going straight from Halloween to Christmas. I love Thanksgiving, and the squash, stuffing, pumpkin pie, cranberries, turkey, champagne, and whatever the fuck else people eat/drink on Thanksgiving, it's great! I got my little Santa decorations up with my pumpkin decorations - bitch, WHAT?! Thanksgiving is the tits; I love a good food coma by the fire place, feeding my cat scraps of turkey, and listening to my parents argue. Togetherness with family, whether good or bad, is familiar. And familiar is comforting. And that's why I love the holidays.
Winter is cold and bleak and as soon as the holidays are over we have 2-3 months of dead, frozen, tundra to look forward to. I will milk this time of year for as much as it's worth. And if you say shit to me about it I'll strangle you with a string of lights.
Merry fucking Christmas.
11/17/2015
"I don't hate you because you're fat. You're fat because I hate you."
I had mistakenly assumed I had fulfilled my car accident quota for the next ten years. More like the next month. Watch out for the deer out there my fellow Michiganders - they are little shit fuckers. I think I hit the biggest effin hulk-deer in all Washtenaw County. Aaaaand my insurance claimed my car as totaled - so I'm just a pro at totaling cars. So if you ever need pointers, I'm your lady!
FML.
Winter brings the deer and the cold and I am over these little antlered terds running amok. Get out of the fucking road! How many thousands of deer must be hit by cars til yall learn that roads are dangerous? Stupid deer! I thought evolution was a thing! Why are the deer still retarded? Get your shit together.
And thus ends my irrational "I hate deer" rant. I used to be sad for deer being hunted this time of year.
Now I'm like kill them all.
I heard bad things happen in 3's and I'm like omg no! Stop! God or whoever is up there just stop already - give me a fucking break. If I was anxious about driving after my first accident, now I wanna poop my pants every time I get in the driver's seat. Well that's either the anxiety or the shit ton of coffee I drink every day.
Now that I am thousands of dollars in debt, I feel I'm finally learning how to not waste my money on clothes and booze all the damn time. My parents, worried about my finances, asked me if I had a drug problem.
LOL. Wut
I'm just irresponsible and drink like it's my job. And it's not a drug problem - it's a drug solution. My parent's don't know shit.
I don't know if their inquiry was 100% serious, but it gave me a good chuckle.
Maybe if I sold drugs I wouldn't be so damn broke all the time.
I can't believe I've racked up over a grand on my Cabelas credit card. That's right - Cabelas, because in my town, you're pretty much forced to have one to live here. My coworker and I chortled over the idea of every new born in my little hick town automatically getting a Cabelas card.
We love camo and guns and drinkin beer and fuck you!!
Lol idk, I can make fun of it all I want but I do love it out here. I much prefer the quiet country over the hectic city. I need all the space I can get for my drugs and gun and car accidents and you know.
I'm just winning at life.
My friend told me I had such bad luck, the only thing good in my life were my looks. I guess it's pretty accurate.
Trying to figure out if I have anything else to vent about. I feel like that's all I do on here.
My coworker just asked me about a patient, "why don't you date him? Or is he too young for you?"
I replied, "it's not so much age...but more that he has a penis. I hate everyone - I'm gonna be asexual."
She laughed but I'm almost serious. Fuck this dating shit, bring on the cats. That's right, no shame in being the crazy cat lady. Honestly think it's my calling. Cats need love too!
Whatever, I hate everything.
Cheers!
Kladge
FML.
Winter brings the deer and the cold and I am over these little antlered terds running amok. Get out of the fucking road! How many thousands of deer must be hit by cars til yall learn that roads are dangerous? Stupid deer! I thought evolution was a thing! Why are the deer still retarded? Get your shit together.
And thus ends my irrational "I hate deer" rant. I used to be sad for deer being hunted this time of year.
Now I'm like kill them all.
I heard bad things happen in 3's and I'm like omg no! Stop! God or whoever is up there just stop already - give me a fucking break. If I was anxious about driving after my first accident, now I wanna poop my pants every time I get in the driver's seat. Well that's either the anxiety or the shit ton of coffee I drink every day.
Now that I am thousands of dollars in debt, I feel I'm finally learning how to not waste my money on clothes and booze all the damn time. My parents, worried about my finances, asked me if I had a drug problem.
LOL. Wut
I'm just irresponsible and drink like it's my job. And it's not a drug problem - it's a drug solution. My parent's don't know shit.
I don't know if their inquiry was 100% serious, but it gave me a good chuckle.
Maybe if I sold drugs I wouldn't be so damn broke all the time.
I can't believe I've racked up over a grand on my Cabelas credit card. That's right - Cabelas, because in my town, you're pretty much forced to have one to live here. My coworker and I chortled over the idea of every new born in my little hick town automatically getting a Cabelas card.
We love camo and guns and drinkin beer and fuck you!!
Lol idk, I can make fun of it all I want but I do love it out here. I much prefer the quiet country over the hectic city. I need all the space I can get for my drugs and gun and car accidents and you know.
I'm just winning at life.
My friend told me I had such bad luck, the only thing good in my life were my looks. I guess it's pretty accurate.
Trying to figure out if I have anything else to vent about. I feel like that's all I do on here.
My coworker just asked me about a patient, "why don't you date him? Or is he too young for you?"
I replied, "it's not so much age...but more that he has a penis. I hate everyone - I'm gonna be asexual."
She laughed but I'm almost serious. Fuck this dating shit, bring on the cats. That's right, no shame in being the crazy cat lady. Honestly think it's my calling. Cats need love too!
Whatever, I hate everything.
Cheers!
Kladge
11/02/2015
Wondering if I need to change my blog name if I'm no longer single
...nahhhhh
I have recently embarked on a impromptu experiment. Completely by mistake. I had previously wondered what it would be like, being a 20-something-year-old in 2015, and NOT have a cell phone.
Not that I would ever purposefully follow through with such ponderings, but my forgetfulness had something else in mind.
Airports are a shit show for my anxiety. I was being dropped off at the ATL airport and, unfortunately for me, I left my phone in my friends car. That was Monday - it is now Friday, and I still don't have my phone.
So far I have survived. I'm the girl at the bar, taking selfies with my MacBook, (hand-outstretched, the whole sha-bang. I looked really cool too). I'm utilizing various forms of communication outside of texting; Twitter message, Facebook chat, Gmail (yes, I'm actually emailing again! I feel like it's 2002).
I carry around my MacBook like it's 1993 with one of those huge ass car phones like they had in the movie Wall Street or some shit. I don't have GPS or the weather forecast when driving. I was driving into this storm the other day like, "Damn that looks dark...October is too late for tornadoes, right? I fuckin hope so." Praying ol' Twisty doesn't come blow me away.
Wow I just ate this Tootsie roll, and I think it's been sitting in this drawer for 2 years, gross.
Whatever I'm hungry.
Speaking of food, last Thursday I flew down to ATL, and I was like whatever, just eat 2 medibles, fuck it.
It was around the time we were taxiing, about to take off, that it hit me how high I actually was. Appropriate, not only was I physically high but also mentally. Can't decide if it was the best or worse idea. I have an irrational fear of flying, and on the way to ATL I was very calm, relaxed. On the way home, however, I was anxious and tense, which probably had a lot to do with my misplaced cell phone and less with the medibles (what else am I supposed to do in an airport, with no phone, NOT eat 13 medibles? Give me a break).
I didn't eat 13 in one setting, just FYI. That would be fucked.
-Kladge
I have recently embarked on a impromptu experiment. Completely by mistake. I had previously wondered what it would be like, being a 20-something-year-old in 2015, and NOT have a cell phone.
Not that I would ever purposefully follow through with such ponderings, but my forgetfulness had something else in mind.
Airports are a shit show for my anxiety. I was being dropped off at the ATL airport and, unfortunately for me, I left my phone in my friends car. That was Monday - it is now Friday, and I still don't have my phone.
So far I have survived. I'm the girl at the bar, taking selfies with my MacBook, (hand-outstretched, the whole sha-bang. I looked really cool too). I'm utilizing various forms of communication outside of texting; Twitter message, Facebook chat, Gmail (yes, I'm actually emailing again! I feel like it's 2002).
I carry around my MacBook like it's 1993 with one of those huge ass car phones like they had in the movie Wall Street or some shit. I don't have GPS or the weather forecast when driving. I was driving into this storm the other day like, "Damn that looks dark...October is too late for tornadoes, right? I fuckin hope so." Praying ol' Twisty doesn't come blow me away.
Wow I just ate this Tootsie roll, and I think it's been sitting in this drawer for 2 years, gross.
Whatever I'm hungry.
Speaking of food, last Thursday I flew down to ATL, and I was like whatever, just eat 2 medibles, fuck it.
It was around the time we were taxiing, about to take off, that it hit me how high I actually was. Appropriate, not only was I physically high but also mentally. Can't decide if it was the best or worse idea. I have an irrational fear of flying, and on the way to ATL I was very calm, relaxed. On the way home, however, I was anxious and tense, which probably had a lot to do with my misplaced cell phone and less with the medibles (what else am I supposed to do in an airport, with no phone, NOT eat 13 medibles? Give me a break).
I didn't eat 13 in one setting, just FYI. That would be fucked.
-Kladge
10/14/2015
This whole leaves changing color thing is nice. But the cold, can you not? Go back to Canada or whatever.
IWell I've had an unfortunately entertaining last few weeks, thus the lack of blog posts.
I was driving home late one night in a storm, hit some pot holes on a dirt road while driving too fast, and rolled my car 2-3 and crashed in a ditch and hit some rocks. Luckily I walked away with a scratch. I could have easily died that night.
This experience has led me to re-evaluate my life, life in general, and those I keep close to me.
It isn't the easiest event for me to discuss, I beg anyone who reads this to think before driving recklessly. I obviously wasn't out on the prowl, looking to wreak havoc, but you don't need to be to do what I managed to.
Life is precious, make it worth it. And ALWAYS wear your seatbelt. Forever.
Also, Chevrolet Trailblazers are beasts of vehicles, and if you want to win a vehicle accident like I did, I have my old Trailblazer (aka hulk) to thank for my life. That car took me through the windy flat lands of Texas, through rain storms in the mountains of Colorado, and saved me in the severe Tornado producing storm I ran into in Nebraska (nearly shit my pants). That fucking car took me all over and ALWAYS kept me safe - til it's end.
Getting teary-eyed over a car, whatever, that's the end of my Eulogy for Hulk. Forever missed, loved, and appreciated xox.
I've been re-reading one of my favorite books, "Many Lives, Many Masters" by Brian Weiss. Such a great book for those struggling with the idea of life and death. It has changed me. Do we have past lives? Does our soul go on? I mean, I suppose it's a nice thought. I've had discussions with my room mates from whether the soul goes forward in time (or can we be reborn in a past life?) to our dreams being glimpses into our soul's past. The book discusses how souls travel in packs - souls we are close to now, we probably knew in our past life. Parents now could have been siblings, children, friends, or spouses in our past. Have you ever had a dream with your sibling and you knew it was them, but it didn't look like them? Or have you ever been home in your dream, but it looked different?
Also random off topic question - what makes us older, time or gravity? In asking this, I was thinking of how people can travel in space, without gravity, and not age as much as someone on earth.
WHY, I have questions I want answers dammit.
Y'all can think whatever about that, whether it's a crock of shit or not, whatevz.
So from sad, to philosophical, to a funny rant about how I really really really just fucking hate Comcast. I've worked in customer service, I'm never directly cruel to anyone that I've communicated with but my god, inept much? I have so many insults on deck when I call or emails those fuckers Alas, I refrain. They're probably making shit money to talk to a bunch of assholes all day. Their jobs suck as much as the service does.
But like come on. Nothing makes a first world person in 2015 more irate than no TV and shitty internet. I literally threw stuff the other night I was so pissed.
It's been a frustrating month. Being broke and carless for 3 weeks didn't help.
I've probably called/emailed Comcast...10 times in the past month.... Grow some fucking ears, one of your experts said I needed a new box, easy solution would have someone come hook it up? No, they send people who dk wtf they're doing, then say they'll send someone else and they don't show, then send another shitty box via snail mail that doesn't work.. Like, riddle me that. Just send someone competent or I'm gonna get a shit truck (like from Back to the Future) and drive it through their damn store front. Making me jump through hoops to get service that I should have automatically SINCE I'M PAYING THEM.
Hello.
Anyone have any review of DirecTV? Dish? I'm in the market. Because fuck this.
Fuck! Ok I'm done.
So I went to the Michigan game last weekend, and I'll be damned! 38-0?? Yeehaw! Still feeling like the Wolverines are a little too privileged with the whole Harbaugh thing, but fuck it! I'm liking this whole shut out thing, and being excited about going to games instead of dreading them. "Northwestern and their unparalleled defense." Psh, as if. Smell ya later. I am excited to be going to the Michigan / Michigan State game this weekend at the Big House. Hell fuckin yeah I'm gonna get drunk as shit and cheer the loudest! Because duh! Go blue!
I'd cheer for my own alma mater but they suck ass so....
That's it for now, planning on writing again sooner this time
xo
Kladge
I was driving home late one night in a storm, hit some pot holes on a dirt road while driving too fast, and rolled my car 2-3 and crashed in a ditch and hit some rocks. Luckily I walked away with a scratch. I could have easily died that night.
This experience has led me to re-evaluate my life, life in general, and those I keep close to me.
It isn't the easiest event for me to discuss, I beg anyone who reads this to think before driving recklessly. I obviously wasn't out on the prowl, looking to wreak havoc, but you don't need to be to do what I managed to.
Life is precious, make it worth it. And ALWAYS wear your seatbelt. Forever.
Also, Chevrolet Trailblazers are beasts of vehicles, and if you want to win a vehicle accident like I did, I have my old Trailblazer (aka hulk) to thank for my life. That car took me through the windy flat lands of Texas, through rain storms in the mountains of Colorado, and saved me in the severe Tornado producing storm I ran into in Nebraska (nearly shit my pants). That fucking car took me all over and ALWAYS kept me safe - til it's end.
Getting teary-eyed over a car, whatever, that's the end of my Eulogy for Hulk. Forever missed, loved, and appreciated xox.
I've been re-reading one of my favorite books, "Many Lives, Many Masters" by Brian Weiss. Such a great book for those struggling with the idea of life and death. It has changed me. Do we have past lives? Does our soul go on? I mean, I suppose it's a nice thought. I've had discussions with my room mates from whether the soul goes forward in time (or can we be reborn in a past life?) to our dreams being glimpses into our soul's past. The book discusses how souls travel in packs - souls we are close to now, we probably knew in our past life. Parents now could have been siblings, children, friends, or spouses in our past. Have you ever had a dream with your sibling and you knew it was them, but it didn't look like them? Or have you ever been home in your dream, but it looked different?
Also random off topic question - what makes us older, time or gravity? In asking this, I was thinking of how people can travel in space, without gravity, and not age as much as someone on earth.
WHY, I have questions I want answers dammit.
Y'all can think whatever about that, whether it's a crock of shit or not, whatevz.
So from sad, to philosophical, to a funny rant about how I really really really just fucking hate Comcast. I've worked in customer service, I'm never directly cruel to anyone that I've communicated with but my god, inept much? I have so many insults on deck when I call or emails those fuckers Alas, I refrain. They're probably making shit money to talk to a bunch of assholes all day. Their jobs suck as much as the service does.
But like come on. Nothing makes a first world person in 2015 more irate than no TV and shitty internet. I literally threw stuff the other night I was so pissed.
It's been a frustrating month. Being broke and carless for 3 weeks didn't help.
I've probably called/emailed Comcast...10 times in the past month.... Grow some fucking ears, one of your experts said I needed a new box, easy solution would have someone come hook it up? No, they send people who dk wtf they're doing, then say they'll send someone else and they don't show, then send another shitty box via snail mail that doesn't work.. Like, riddle me that. Just send someone competent or I'm gonna get a shit truck (like from Back to the Future) and drive it through their damn store front. Making me jump through hoops to get service that I should have automatically SINCE I'M PAYING THEM.
Hello.
Anyone have any review of DirecTV? Dish? I'm in the market. Because fuck this.
Fuck! Ok I'm done.
So I went to the Michigan game last weekend, and I'll be damned! 38-0?? Yeehaw! Still feeling like the Wolverines are a little too privileged with the whole Harbaugh thing, but fuck it! I'm liking this whole shut out thing, and being excited about going to games instead of dreading them. "Northwestern and their unparalleled defense." Psh, as if. Smell ya later. I am excited to be going to the Michigan / Michigan State game this weekend at the Big House. Hell fuckin yeah I'm gonna get drunk as shit and cheer the loudest! Because duh! Go blue!
I'd cheer for my own alma mater but they suck ass so....
That's it for now, planning on writing again sooner this time
xo
Kladge
9/17/2015
Why you actually don't hate winter/fall
Opposed to popular belief, I think that hell is actually really really fucking cold. And instead of hell, it's actually referred to as "winter".
I hate the cold, I hate being out in it, I hate driving in it, I hate shivering all the time, I hate all this polar tundra vortex bull shit. H-A-T-E
I don't think I'm alone with these thoughts, but I got to thinking... the weather cooling down isn't all completely horrible...I suppose...if I think really hard...and have a few drinks, everything seems better.
Reasons why we shouldn't completely hate winter:
1. Football season -
I mentioned my love of football in a previous post. I may be outside for games /tailgates freezing my tits off, but the game makes it worth it. I think I speak for many of us.
As for those I don't speak for (football haters), tailgates/football parties are fun. Having an excuse to get shit wrecked with your friends and eat chips and salsa can't be a completely bad thing. I like having a reason to drink so I don't look like more of a drunk than I already do.
2. Winter wardrobe -
Ladies can probably relate to this more. ("Yay, I didn't spend a shit ton on those Ugg boots for nothing!").
I really like my winter coat. It's so comfy I could be buried in that thing I've already had multiple occasions where I've passed out...sober...in it. (Yes, extremely sober). You want a winter coat that means business hit up Eddie Bauer. After Christmas they usually have better deals (expensive but comfortable sooo it evens out).
3. Christmas -
Christmas is a happy time of year unless you go to a shopping center, or have to spend time with extended family that you'd just rather not. Just chug the Bailey's and hope for the best.
Christmas parties are fun, especially when it's just you and your pets and the trash can is full of wine bottles and you're passed out in the kitchen. (That hasn't happened to me, ever!.....) ((It was beer not wine)).
Online shop, oh my god online shop. Black Friday is the devil and if you're one of those who goes out on Thanksgiving night to get shit then shame on you, and the stores having people work. What is wrong with people?
4. Skiing/Snowmobiling/other freezing outdoor activities -
Some people like that shit. I don't, so I don't have much of an opinion on it. I'd rather be inside watching Weeds on Netflix cuddled with my cat. But I guess it's fun...? (I think I'd be better at writing a blog about the parallels of winter with Satanism).
5. It can be pretty -
For all you avid photographers, the scenery can be nice, if you're inside and warm and not out in it. Windows were a great fucking invention let me tell you.
But seriously, all the icicles with the sun shining on the snow and shit, I like that. Not that sun comes out, ever, between November-February but if you catch those elusive moments, kudos.
6. Well I am drawing a blank. I have tried to think of good things about winter so tears aren't freezing to my face for 4 months. I might add more reasons as time goes on, but I take way too long to posts these damn things so....
Cheers! Just get really drunk/high/hibernate and the winter won't seem as bad. It's still gonna suck dick, but not as much dick.
Don't leave your beers outside over night! Unless they're shitty light beers...then it doesn't matter.
Kladge
I hate the cold, I hate being out in it, I hate driving in it, I hate shivering all the time, I hate all this polar tundra vortex bull shit. H-A-T-E
I don't think I'm alone with these thoughts, but I got to thinking... the weather cooling down isn't all completely horrible...I suppose...if I think really hard...and have a few drinks, everything seems better.
Reasons why we shouldn't completely hate winter:
1. Football season -
I mentioned my love of football in a previous post. I may be outside for games /tailgates freezing my tits off, but the game makes it worth it. I think I speak for many of us.
As for those I don't speak for (football haters), tailgates/football parties are fun. Having an excuse to get shit wrecked with your friends and eat chips and salsa can't be a completely bad thing. I like having a reason to drink so I don't look like more of a drunk than I already do.
2. Winter wardrobe -
Ladies can probably relate to this more. ("Yay, I didn't spend a shit ton on those Ugg boots for nothing!").
I really like my winter coat. It's so comfy I could be buried in that thing I've already had multiple occasions where I've passed out...sober...in it. (Yes, extremely sober). You want a winter coat that means business hit up Eddie Bauer. After Christmas they usually have better deals (expensive but comfortable sooo it evens out).
3. Christmas -
Christmas is a happy time of year unless you go to a shopping center, or have to spend time with extended family that you'd just rather not. Just chug the Bailey's and hope for the best.
Christmas parties are fun, especially when it's just you and your pets and the trash can is full of wine bottles and you're passed out in the kitchen. (That hasn't happened to me, ever!.....) ((It was beer not wine)).
Online shop, oh my god online shop. Black Friday is the devil and if you're one of those who goes out on Thanksgiving night to get shit then shame on you, and the stores having people work. What is wrong with people?
4. Skiing/Snowmobiling/other freezing outdoor activities -
Some people like that shit. I don't, so I don't have much of an opinion on it. I'd rather be inside watching Weeds on Netflix cuddled with my cat. But I guess it's fun...? (I think I'd be better at writing a blog about the parallels of winter with Satanism).
5. It can be pretty -
For all you avid photographers, the scenery can be nice, if you're inside and warm and not out in it. Windows were a great fucking invention let me tell you.
But seriously, all the icicles with the sun shining on the snow and shit, I like that. Not that sun comes out, ever, between November-February but if you catch those elusive moments, kudos.
6. Well I am drawing a blank. I have tried to think of good things about winter so tears aren't freezing to my face for 4 months. I might add more reasons as time goes on, but I take way too long to posts these damn things so....
Cheers! Just get really drunk/high/hibernate and the winter won't seem as bad. It's still gonna suck dick, but not as much dick.
Don't leave your beers outside over night! Unless they're shitty light beers...then it doesn't matter.
Kladge
9/10/2015
"I'd rather spend money than time"
Hoping everyone had a lovely holiday weekend. Mine was definitely multi-faceted...we don't need to get into that.
I highly recommend visiting the Keweenaw Peninsula in Michigan for anyone who has never been.
Late summer is prime time - the ice cold Mother Superior is completely thaw by then (still numbingly cold, but since you're numb you can't feel it :)
Visited three new breweries on my trip this weekend; Ore Docks Brewery in Marquette Mi, Brickside Brewery in Copper Harbor Mi, and Dead Bear Brewery in Grayling Mi. (Can you tell I'm from Michigan?)
I would have to say Ore Docks was my favorite. The nice weather helped - they have a small outside seating area, which the inside seating area opened up to. I bought a stemmed beer glass for $5 with a sticker included. The only beer I tried was their Saison which was as good as I could have ever hoped. There was bar service only - I really enjoyed the atmosphere there. And it was right down the street from Marquette's actual ore docks, used in the 1800s to haul iron ore. Michigan was actually one of the highest producing states of iron ore back then.
There's your history lesson of the day.
Brickside was small yet quaint, I was recommended to try their Porter which was yummy. Not usually a dark beer drinker, but I liked it. I think they should get some more space in there! Not sure how much area they're dealing with it, but for a brewery in Copper Harbor I thought it was great.
Dead Bear Brewery opened less than a year ago (last Halloween, 2014). The bartender informed me that they have been doing very well. Another brewery has opened down town as well. They have many local beers on tap, but not many of their own at the moment. Their menu has LOTS of options (I had the salmon - it was delicious!). Over all it was a pleasant experience. They're sampler holder was pretty awesome too. And it's right across the boulevard from the cheapest gas station in Grayling - hooray!
I can't wait to write about all the breweries I go to in Grand Rapids (less than a month away)!
I've been delaying posting this because I want to add pictures, so how about I just do that later?
Ok that sounds good. Do you have any good breweries in Michigan you think are worth a visit (or definitely NOT worth a visit)? Comment on here and let me know! I love traveling to new beer :)
Cheers
Kladge
I highly recommend visiting the Keweenaw Peninsula in Michigan for anyone who has never been.
Late summer is prime time - the ice cold Mother Superior is completely thaw by then (still numbingly cold, but since you're numb you can't feel it :)
Visited three new breweries on my trip this weekend; Ore Docks Brewery in Marquette Mi, Brickside Brewery in Copper Harbor Mi, and Dead Bear Brewery in Grayling Mi. (Can you tell I'm from Michigan?)
I would have to say Ore Docks was my favorite. The nice weather helped - they have a small outside seating area, which the inside seating area opened up to. I bought a stemmed beer glass for $5 with a sticker included. The only beer I tried was their Saison which was as good as I could have ever hoped. There was bar service only - I really enjoyed the atmosphere there. And it was right down the street from Marquette's actual ore docks, used in the 1800s to haul iron ore. Michigan was actually one of the highest producing states of iron ore back then.
There's your history lesson of the day.
Brickside was small yet quaint, I was recommended to try their Porter which was yummy. Not usually a dark beer drinker, but I liked it. I think they should get some more space in there! Not sure how much area they're dealing with it, but for a brewery in Copper Harbor I thought it was great.
Dead Bear Brewery opened less than a year ago (last Halloween, 2014). The bartender informed me that they have been doing very well. Another brewery has opened down town as well. They have many local beers on tap, but not many of their own at the moment. Their menu has LOTS of options (I had the salmon - it was delicious!). Over all it was a pleasant experience. They're sampler holder was pretty awesome too. And it's right across the boulevard from the cheapest gas station in Grayling - hooray!
I can't wait to write about all the breweries I go to in Grand Rapids (less than a month away)!
I've been delaying posting this because I want to add pictures, so how about I just do that later?
Ok that sounds good. Do you have any good breweries in Michigan you think are worth a visit (or definitely NOT worth a visit)? Comment on here and let me know! I love traveling to new beer :)
Cheers
Kladge
8/27/2015
What white girls love about fall
All hail, the season for pumpkin spice everything, sweater weather, and incessant IG posts of changing leaf colors is approaching.
While all the other girls are at Starbucks buying their lattes, at the department stores getting the latest greatest Ugg boot, or picking a filter, my ass is gonna be on the couch, watching whatever football game I can find on TV.
Because to me, fall means #FOOTBALL.
It's been a long, dreary year of football drought. Come ye kegs, big screen tvs, jerseys, Tostitos, tailgates and nail-biter games.
I want to be clear, I joke at the basic girls participating in their autumn rituals, but that doesn't mean I'm not breaking out the Pumpkin Spice air freshener, or that I'm not excited to release my boots and scarves.
All I'm saying is that football > anything else you like about fall.
I'm probably the 8 millionth person to make fun of girls and fall, that's fine.
Enough talk about fall, we still, technically, have a little less than a month til summer is officially over. I ain't packing away my summer slut clothes quite yet.
I am hoping to get some outfit ideas up here for this transitioning time of the year. This blog is gonna be full of a whole bunch of random shit. #Yolo
So cheers! Get your vocal cords and cases of beer prepared,
#areyoureadyforsomefootball ???
EK
While all the other girls are at Starbucks buying their lattes, at the department stores getting the latest greatest Ugg boot, or picking a filter, my ass is gonna be on the couch, watching whatever football game I can find on TV.
Because to me, fall means #FOOTBALL.
It's been a long, dreary year of football drought. Come ye kegs, big screen tvs, jerseys, Tostitos, tailgates and nail-biter games.
I want to be clear, I joke at the basic girls participating in their autumn rituals, but that doesn't mean I'm not breaking out the Pumpkin Spice air freshener, or that I'm not excited to release my boots and scarves.
All I'm saying is that football > anything else you like about fall.
I'm probably the 8 millionth person to make fun of girls and fall, that's fine.
Enough talk about fall, we still, technically, have a little less than a month til summer is officially over. I ain't packing away my summer slut clothes quite yet.
I am hoping to get some outfit ideas up here for this transitioning time of the year. This blog is gonna be full of a whole bunch of random shit. #Yolo
So cheers! Get your vocal cords and cases of beer prepared,
#areyoureadyforsomefootball ???
EK
8/26/2015
Well hello there!
Long long long looooonggg time since I've been on here.
Made some changes, tweaked some things. I am not a hormone-ridden, bitter teenager anymore. Hooray for that!
If you want to feel better about yourself, please, read my past posts. They embarrassed me, but they'll probably make you thankful you never published anything so dumb.
There is an abundance of social media out there now, more so than there was five years ago when I was writing on this. I needed to go somewhere where I could stretch my writing muscles. Something mildly more productive than scrolling through the endless media vomit. And hopefully my writing has improved.
The whole majoring in Professional Writing thing never panned out, but I'm hoping the couple classes I took during that time may have left some permanent impact. :)
I'm deciding in my first post, after my five year hiatus, that I have a goal to write one of my future posts entirely in Spanish. I have been learning more and more about the language over the past year; maybe it'll spice things up a bit.
I am not entirely familiar with this blog thing so bear with me. Feel free to follow me on Twitter @meandrunkwitch, and you can email me for my IG username if ya want! :)
People who pronounce grocery like 'grosery' instead of 'groshery' make me uncomfortable.
More to come, xo
EK
Made some changes, tweaked some things. I am not a hormone-ridden, bitter teenager anymore. Hooray for that!
If you want to feel better about yourself, please, read my past posts. They embarrassed me, but they'll probably make you thankful you never published anything so dumb.
There is an abundance of social media out there now, more so than there was five years ago when I was writing on this. I needed to go somewhere where I could stretch my writing muscles. Something mildly more productive than scrolling through the endless media vomit. And hopefully my writing has improved.
The whole majoring in Professional Writing thing never panned out, but I'm hoping the couple classes I took during that time may have left some permanent impact. :)
I'm deciding in my first post, after my five year hiatus, that I have a goal to write one of my future posts entirely in Spanish. I have been learning more and more about the language over the past year; maybe it'll spice things up a bit.
I am not entirely familiar with this blog thing so bear with me. Feel free to follow me on Twitter @meandrunkwitch, and you can email me for my IG username if ya want! :)
People who pronounce grocery like 'grosery' instead of 'groshery' make me uncomfortable.
More to come, xo
EK
1/24/2012
Dumb people in their cars
I really like it when people pull out in front of you like they're in some sort of mother f*ckin hurry then drive below the speed limit.
Like, oh really?
Was it absolutely necessary to pull out like a bat out of hell, in front of me, to drive like a f*cking boner?
I'm this close to rear-ending you, out of spite.
Don't be a twat, gramps, and just wait. You are obviously not in a HURRY to get anywhere!
By the way, when it says 45 mph ENDS, it means it's freaking ended! It's not 40, it never was, stop being in my way. Go 55.
I hope you felt like a moron.
Like, oh really?
Was it absolutely necessary to pull out like a bat out of hell, in front of me, to drive like a f*cking boner?
I'm this close to rear-ending you, out of spite.
Don't be a twat, gramps, and just wait. You are obviously not in a HURRY to get anywhere!
By the way, when it says 45 mph ENDS, it means it's freaking ended! It's not 40, it never was, stop being in my way. Go 55.
I hope you felt like a moron.
6/26/2011
Alpha female
Car Stories: ~~~~~~~~~~********
This is for all you tools out there with your "meaningful" personalized license plates.
Have fun breaking the law.
Do you realize it's much more easy to remember the plate "DRTYSLT" than "F85KB72"?
6/15/2011
For now
So I suck, and I think the two or three people who check this periodically know why.
Really, how much of a vagina do I have to be to not write about anything for four months. It's not that there hasn't been anything to write about, I'm just on Facebook way too damn much (just like any other young adult with a limited social life at my age).
But since I'm on there, when I have funny thoughts in my head they go on there instead. I also need a better way of writing down all my blog ideas.
I used to write them on a pad of paper... but who actually takes time to write stuff down anymore? hahahaha!!! Lame!
Anyway, I did have a couple funny conversations saved in my phone that I had with my parents.
So my parents and I were sitting and chatting in their living room. How heart-felt.
My Dad all of a sudden had the most giant brain fart ever. He was talking about something then just sitting there looking at my mom and I?
"What's wrong with you?" said my mom.
"What the hell? Are you having an acid flashback?" I said.
My mom laughed... my dad continued his brain fart, but was not amused.
A few days before Easter (gahhh I know so long ago I have been kind of busy and uninspired, sue me) my parents and I went to a chinese place to eat (nom nom). My mom couldn't find anything she wanted, and she decided she wanted french fries (like, really? Why didn't you just stop at McDonalds on the way here, get your McAmerican Dream meal, called obesity. God bless America.)
The server was there taking our order.
"Would you eat some fries if I got some?" my mom asked my dad.
"Well, I kind of gave it up for lent...." said my dad.
"Yeah, that and crystal meth," I blurted out.
Sometimes my funny thoughts come out and... they don't give a f*ck
I got a job.
That's exciting. Finally become poor enough that lazy wasn't an option anymore.
I also moved. Also exciting.
Ummm I am...done writing for now.
Really, how much of a vagina do I have to be to not write about anything for four months. It's not that there hasn't been anything to write about, I'm just on Facebook way too damn much (just like any other young adult with a limited social life at my age).
But since I'm on there, when I have funny thoughts in my head they go on there instead. I also need a better way of writing down all my blog ideas.
I used to write them on a pad of paper... but who actually takes time to write stuff down anymore? hahahaha!!! Lame!
Anyway, I did have a couple funny conversations saved in my phone that I had with my parents.
So my parents and I were sitting and chatting in their living room. How heart-felt.
My Dad all of a sudden had the most giant brain fart ever. He was talking about something then just sitting there looking at my mom and I?
"What's wrong with you?" said my mom.
"What the hell? Are you having an acid flashback?" I said.
My mom laughed... my dad continued his brain fart, but was not amused.
A few days before Easter (gahhh I know so long ago I have been kind of busy and uninspired, sue me) my parents and I went to a chinese place to eat (nom nom). My mom couldn't find anything she wanted, and she decided she wanted french fries (like, really? Why didn't you just stop at McDonalds on the way here, get your McAmerican Dream meal, called obesity. God bless America.)
The server was there taking our order.
"Would you eat some fries if I got some?" my mom asked my dad.
"Well, I kind of gave it up for lent...." said my dad.
"Yeah, that and crystal meth," I blurted out.
Sometimes my funny thoughts come out and... they don't give a f*ck
I got a job.
That's exciting. Finally become poor enough that lazy wasn't an option anymore.
I also moved. Also exciting.
Ummm I am...done writing for now.
2/10/2010
I like making people laugh. Sometimes I like making people mad.
Today today today today today is somebody's birthday. No one I know so I don't care.
It's ok for someone like me to go get four rounds of shitty food from DC1 (All you care to eat), not that I would ever get that much food, but if you're like as wide as one of the tables, you don't need that food. There are giant people here, and I just want to say that to them STOP EATING... SO MUCH.
Visi šie resni cilvēki!
I was thinking the other day... what if you went to prison for killing the wrong person? Like, you went out and killed some hoe you hated, and it turned out it wasn't the right hoe. I would be so pissed! If I'm all about spending some time (or the rest of my LIFE) in prison I'm gonna be killing people I know and hate, not some random person. I don't think I can make that kind of commitment though, that's why I'm friends with some pro hit men on Facebook. They know how to "git-r-done" (or "git-im-done", for males) if ya know what I mean.
I really don't like when people look at shows like Teen Mom and go "oh obviously that girl is a slut". You can get pregnant your first time, your last time, somewhere in the middle, even if you've never used protection before and were fine, even if you use all the protection in the world, it can happen to ANYONE! Some of them may be stupid, perhaps, but you can think you're the smartest when it comes to sex and still end up a baby mama. Don't be close-minded you pricky fucks. Thank you.
I also don't like when people think it's ok and appropriate to make a point about something after the conversation is over and everyone is sick of said conversation. Then there's that tardfuck "Well I just wanna add..." AHHH, and it's usually the dumbest point ever and they just make themselves look like an idiot. Too many annoying people in this world that I encounter, for real.
Make fun of that last runner lagging behind the rest of the group. But remember, you lazy asshole, they're still running, and you're sitting in your car.
I think it's amusing that people keep getting mad and freaking about things that... always happen. Don't understand? I have examples don't worry!
Example One: Facebook... ok people Facebook always changes their format, why are people so surprised and mad about it? It's a fucking website. You're really lame when the biggest thing that happened to you that day is that your home page online changed. Get over it, you can still do everything you could before and let everyone see and read everything you're doing all the time forever! Let's all fucking cry about it, BOOO FUCKING HOO.
Example Two: I actually got this example from a girl from my bio lab. We (or myself and people I come in contact with and people who read this blog) live in Michigan. Why is it every winter when it snows we acted like it would never happen and get all bent out of shape? Haha, I mean sure, it sucks, but I think this girl from class had a good point. Don't worry, next winter Jesus will shit snow all over us once again. It happens every winter, and will never end, so accept it, or move. (I'm still going to complain btw).
I was editing shit on my MySpace (I don't know why it's not like anyone looks at it, but still). The age only goes up to 1992 I think. I feel like all the little freshman whores displaying their cleavage or little toddler six-packs all over trailer trashSpace are obviously not mature enough to handle an online account. Basically... if MySpace says you're too young, you probably are, sorry kiddy cat.
(It's true, I joined MySpace when I was too young, and guess what, I was fucking dumb about it. Now I have a brain, it's nice). Then again, there are people like my ex-boyfriend and all his little faggot-y friends on trailer trashSpace who are... well, trailer trash, AND retarded. They're all of age, and I'm sure there are some 15-year-olds way smarter than they'll ever be. So this is definitely hard to argue.
Update on fan page obsessed people of Facebook
People joining too many pages are not the only problem: too many people are joining too many pages. I swear I have blocked 20 people from my news feed because all it is is "Ihave Nolife became a fan of I like sucking cunt and sucking at life, I have a dick sticking out of my forehead, and other 34 pages". And I think "well that explains the name!"
...
Your = possessive, like "Your face looks like something I puked up once."
You're = contraction of "you" and "are", like "You're in high school you shouldn't be getting this simple grammar rule wrong."
It's not that fucking hard. It's not hard at all actually. Come on people, 8th grade was a long time ago. A girl today commented on my friend's picture saying "Your beautiful." I talked to my friend about it.
Me: Make sure you keep your beautiful nice and safe... I hate people who get "your" and you're" wrong, it's not that fucking hard to figure out.
Her: my beautiful? and yes, i also hate that!!
Me: ------'s cmment lol (I know I spelled comment wrong, but you see here is a private conversation... difference? Yes).
Her: oh haha! yeah, that was the first thing i noticed!
Me: Hahaha
Her: but i appreciate her comment
Me: Yes I also appreciate the kindness of the grammar inept.
Her: lmfao. be nice!
My old room mate made this picture for me yesterday, proving she did not leave me because she hated me. HA!
It's ok for someone like me to go get four rounds of shitty food from DC1 (All you care to eat), not that I would ever get that much food, but if you're like as wide as one of the tables, you don't need that food. There are giant people here, and I just want to say that to them STOP EATING... SO MUCH.Visi šie resni cilvēki!
I was thinking the other day... what if you went to prison for killing the wrong person? Like, you went out and killed some hoe you hated, and it turned out it wasn't the right hoe. I would be so pissed! If I'm all about spending some time (or the rest of my LIFE) in prison I'm gonna be killing people I know and hate, not some random person. I don't think I can make that kind of commitment though, that's why I'm friends with some pro hit men on Facebook. They know how to "git-r-done" (or "git-im-done", for males) if ya know what I mean.
I really don't like when people look at shows like Teen Mom and go "oh obviously that girl is a slut". You can get pregnant your first time, your last time, somewhere in the middle, even if you've never used protection before and were fine, even if you use all the protection in the world, it can happen to ANYONE! Some of them may be stupid, perhaps, but you can think you're the smartest when it comes to sex and still end up a baby mama. Don't be close-minded you pricky fucks. Thank you.I also don't like when people think it's ok and appropriate to make a point about something after the conversation is over and everyone is sick of said conversation. Then there's that tardfuck "Well I just wanna add..." AHHH, and it's usually the dumbest point ever and they just make themselves look like an idiot. Too many annoying people in this world that I encounter, for real.
Make fun of that last runner lagging behind the rest of the group. But remember, you lazy asshole, they're still running, and you're sitting in your car.
I think it's amusing that people keep getting mad and freaking about things that... always happen. Don't understand? I have examples don't worry!
Example One: Facebook... ok people Facebook always changes their format, why are people so surprised and mad about it? It's a fucking website. You're really lame when the biggest thing that happened to you that day is that your home page online changed. Get over it, you can still do everything you could before and let everyone see and read everything you're doing all the time forever! Let's all fucking cry about it, BOOO FUCKING HOO.Example Two: I actually got this example from a girl from my bio lab. We (or myself and people I come in contact with and people who read this blog) live in Michigan. Why is it every winter when it snows we acted like it would never happen and get all bent out of shape? Haha, I mean sure, it sucks, but I think this girl from class had a good point. Don't worry, next winter Jesus will shit snow all over us once again. It happens every winter, and will never end, so accept it, or move. (I'm still going to complain btw).
I was editing shit on my MySpace (I don't know why it's not like anyone looks at it, but still). The age only goes up to 1992 I think. I feel like all the little freshman whores displaying their cleavage or little toddler six-packs all over trailer trashSpace are obviously not mature enough to handle an online account. Basically... if MySpace says you're too young, you probably are, sorry kiddy cat. (It's true, I joined MySpace when I was too young, and guess what, I was fucking dumb about it. Now I have a brain, it's nice). Then again, there are people like my ex-boyfriend and all his little faggot-y friends on trailer trashSpace who are... well, trailer trash, AND retarded. They're all of age, and I'm sure there are some 15-year-olds way smarter than they'll ever be. So this is definitely hard to argue.
Update on fan page obsessed people of Facebook
People joining too many pages are not the only problem: too many people are joining too many pages. I swear I have blocked 20 people from my news feed because all it is is "Ihave Nolife became a fan of I like sucking cunt and sucking at life, I have a dick sticking out of my forehead, and other 34 pages". And I think "well that explains the name!"
...
Your = possessive, like "Your face looks like something I puked up once."
You're = contraction of "you" and "are", like "You're in high school you shouldn't be getting this simple grammar rule wrong."
It's not that fucking hard. It's not hard at all actually. Come on people, 8th grade was a long time ago. A girl today commented on my friend's picture saying "Your beautiful." I talked to my friend about it.
Me: Make sure you keep your beautiful nice and safe... I hate people who get "your" and you're" wrong, it's not that fucking hard to figure out.
Her: my beautiful? and yes, i also hate that!!
Me: ------'s cmment lol (I know I spelled comment wrong, but you see here is a private conversation... difference? Yes).
Her: oh haha! yeah, that was the first thing i noticed!
Me: Hahaha
Her: but i appreciate her comment
Me: Yes I also appreciate the kindness of the grammar inept.
Her: lmfao. be nice!
My old room mate made this picture for me yesterday, proving she did not leave me because she hated me. HA!
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