Sour Beers

I recently took a liking to sour beers. It was during the Sacramento Vegan Chef Challenge in October that we got on some Jump bikes and ventured downtown for some vegan food. We went to a brewery and I was in the rare mood to try a beer. I have always hated beer. I grew up on the cheapest shit possible, I’m talking Bud and Coors. Piss beer. Beer that tastes like piss water, so why even bother. I never drank it for the taste, only the buzz. So since I hated beer, I figured I’d just stick to stuff that does the trick, such as Rum and Coke and stuff like that. But after several years of drinking to adapt to social settings, I decided not to do it anymore. If I have to be sober and awkward around people. so be it. Too bad for them. I barely drank anymore at all, and I wouldn’t catch a buzz, especially not in public. The idea of being drunk around strangers is very unappealing to me.

But let’s go back to that day I was riding the jump bike. We went to two more breweries that day and the last one had an amazing sour beer. I wrote about it in my last entry! It’s Sour Habit from Jack Rabbit Brewery! Last night was New Years Eve and we decided to stay indoors. We went to a beer store and I bought some of this Ballast Point Sour Wench! It was so tasty! Reminded me of a wine beer! I think I only drank two of them and then got really tired from being cold and eating too much, and just being tired in general. I started off my New Year being tired and crotchety. Oh well, fuck it!

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Holiday Weekend

I’m on the fourth day of my holiday weekend and I return to work tomorrow. I did a little bit of what I wanted to on these days off, but I kind of wish I could have done a little more.

I wanted to go ride Jump bikes to a brewery the other day, but it rained so we drove there instead. I used to not like beer at all, ever. I guess I thought there wasn’t much life past Coors or PBR. I just never cared to explore beer. My go to drink was always 7&7 or Jack and Coke. And then I went through a period of not even wanting to drink. My main thing about not wanting to drink lies in my not wanting to me impaired in public. I like to keep my composure and be alert to my surroundings. My appreciation for a decent beer only started a few months ago. I know I am late in the game, but I am not going to whine about it. Alcohol is too petty for me to whine over. I do like sour beers, like this Sour Habit.

I’d like to have gone to the river. I get another four days off next weekend, I’ll be sure to do that. But it sucks that it’s already Winter and I didn’t exactly get to enjoy Fall outdoors.

I went to see a physical therapist about my back pain recently. He said I have an anterior pelvic tilt and showed me certain stretches to do. He said to go see him again in a month. I somehow feel the stretches aren’t even going to work and I am still going to have the pain. We’ll see, but I’m not feeling optimistic. Either way, I should add yoga to the equation.

I succeeded in not doing much for Christmas, a holiday I don’t care to celebrate. If anything, I would like for it to be a holiday where I stay indoors and celebrate the option to enjoy my own personal space.

We didn’t do girls for each other this year. We both seemed very uninterested. I did propose we both buy a new pan for the house, so we bought this two pan set. The other pans were old, and things stuck to them most of the time, which is annoying. I’ve cookies a few meals so far and it’s like luxury cooking! Now if I can just keep these in good shape.

Last time we got a $50 pan that things started sticking after a few months and it was very annoying. I took good care if it, too. Piece of garbage.

Again, I feel like my four day weekend could have been better. I hope next weekend is, for sure.

Tough Mudder 2018

I’m doing Tough Mudder on Sunday! I’m both excited and concerned.

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I did my first TM in Spring of last year. It was Tough Mudder Half. I enjoyed it so much that I wanted to try a Full race. I volunteered the next day to get a sweet discounted registration. I was supposed to do the Full race a year ago, but it was postponed, due to the awful fires in that area.

At that time, my fitness level was declining because I had been dealing with some abdominal pain issues and it was getting in the way of my training. I ended up getting laparoscopic surgery earlier this year to remove a couple cysts. I lost an ovary and my tubes. The cysts had low malignant potential so they had to go. After I healed from my surgery, I thought I’d be ready to jump back into my training, but I lost a lot of motivation. I think part of it is because I cant do things I used to be able to do when I was training a lot harder. I lost strength and endurance during that time I was nursing pain and focusing on my well being.

It wasn’t only the surgery. This year I had one molar extracted and a root canal on another molar. I kept getting recurring toothaches for both those teeth and tooth pain is way too miserable for me to want to push myself at the gym. I finally got both those teeth dealt with, so this year so far I have gotten rid of a tooth, a nerve, an ovary, and my tubes. All of them were causing me pain and hindering my performance.

There’s one more things that has been causing me pain and I haven’t quite figured out how to deal with it. (Yes, being in my mid 40’s has brought some changes. It wasn’t too long ago that I was wondering why I even pay medical insurance because I never even need to go to the doctor. Well, that changed.) Anyways, I also have arthritis. Sometimes my joints ache in certain areas. It comes and goes in different areas. Sometimes it leaves me alone for a while, and sometimes it stays for a few months. I first experienced it in my hands. One time it affected my feet really bad and the doctor said I probably have plantar fasciitis. But they ended up feeling better after a few months. My latest issue is my lower back. My joints ache and I have pain in my lower back and hip areas. I often feel like I need to pop my lower back. It’s annoying. I haven’t been wanting to lift weights or do any jumping. Sometimes I have good days and I’ll go to the gym, but I have that fear that I am going to annoy my back even further. With that being said, I have not trained properly for this race.

I’m just gonna do the race and be cautious, try to make the best of it. If I can’t do something, or shouldn’t do something, then I won’t. If I end up running a “Weak Mudder” race, then I will just end up doing the race again one day when I am in a better physical position to accept a greater challenge. That’s the best I can do. I hope I surprise myself this weekend without suffering after.

 

Coaster Count

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I have been coaxed into creating a coaster count account.

I’m going to Knotts Berry Farm this weekend, and I haven’t been there in like 20 years, so there will be new coasters for me to try. I’m going to get my 100th coaster! I wonder which it will be! I wish I could say it would be an epic coaster, but I don’t think there is an epic one there. I’ve taken a huge liking to giga-coasters!

1 Cat, 3 Dogs

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I have a 14 year old cat named Cooter. He has his own room where he can be crotchety and skittish in peace. I go in the room and spend time with him, but he normally hangs out near the window and watches what’s going on outside. That window faces the side of the neighbors house where she grows a bunch of plants, including nice flowers. He comes out of the room sometimes, but in short spurts. He spend most of his years not being around dogs, so I figured he would feel uncomfortable being forced to be around my boyfriends three dogs. He has two Boston Terriers named Frankie and Delilah.

Frankie is 10 and has long face flaps. He looks like he should be wearing a top hat with a monocle. Or maybe a dog version of an old heavyset man in a blues band. Most of the time he moves around slowly, begs for food, and snorts and farts a lot. Delilah is 8 and missing a few screws. Her breath smells like a dumpster. You can usually find her laying around, licking the couch, snorting and farting, and making her rounds in the house to steal from all the other dogs food dishes.

The third dog is Woody. He is some sort of weird chihuahua mix. My boyfriend inherited Woody from his Dad. He doesn’t know exactly how old Woody is, but he is pretty much blind in one eye, almost deaf, and is missing most of his teeth. His breath stunk badly because his teeth were decaying, and eventually he would yelp when he tried to eat kibble. My boyfriend paid to get most of his teeth pulled and that fixed his breath, but now his tongue is almost always hanging out. Sometimes it feels all dry like an earth worm that’s been sitting out in the sun. Woody has also lost his ability to jump on the bed. One can only guess he has doggie arthritis now. He sometimes likes to get away with peeing in the house, so extra measures must be taken to prevent that from happening.

This picture was taken on a day where Cooter came out of the room and all dogs were in the living room. How they all happened to be perfectly spaced out and looking at the camera is both a mystery and a miracle. Plus, Cooter was meowing. And yes, the coffee table is a mess.