One of the biggest blowhards imaginable has tossed his hat into the ever-growing ring of Republican presidential candidates. Currently, in spite of rhetoric that indicates he is clueless about key social issues, he’s trending second in the polls. Sheesh.
Every now and then I feel the need to celebrate the humble beer. My first beer was an ice cold Schlitz. It was awful. I might have been 16 at the time and decided I could live quite nicely without ever having another sip of that foul stuff.
Later in life (18) I decided beer wasn’t that awful. After all, I was a poor college kid and all the other poor college kids were drinking it. Brand didn’t matter back then; I drank whatever was available.
For many years I was a Coors Lite drinker. I just thought all beer tasted that way. Then someone introduced me to Shiner. Oh my! Before long I was drinking all sorts of beers and discovering a world of different textures and flavors.
I’m still a wine girl, but sometimes this wine girl likes a really good beer.
For a combination Mother’s/Father’s Day gift our daughter had this made for Studly and me. It’s a beautiful reminder of all we’ve been through and of just how far we’ve come.
The border lists all the places we’ve lived in our marriage. In the lower right hand corner the names of our children and grandchildren are written. All around our names are our interests and Studly’s famous sayings, “Don’t say whoa in a mud hole,” “Second Sucks,” and “Can’t never could.”
The “Really, Really” is how Studly signs his cards to me. He’s been doing so since before we married. The one time he forgot I thought he wanted to leave me.
Notice the cow in the upper right hand corner. That represents Salem Sue, the huge Holstein that adorns a hill outside New Salem, North Dakota, where we lived for 18 months. The town, not the hill; although, I always told people we lived behind the left udder.
The remainder of the picture contains little bits of our lives, our hobbies and activities. Studly golfs. I drink wine. We both follow the Dallas Cowboys and ride motorcycles. Oh, and we both look like idiots trying to climb out of our kayak.
When I get old, this will be my touchstone, my connection to our past. What a wonderful gift!
I ducked my head.
i can’t remember
what he said.
it was probably
just hello or
maybe a simple hi.
whatever it was
opened up a whole
new world in the
blink of an eye.
love starts that way,
when you least
it’s real all the
same and sometimes