As I was humming along on the lawn mower the other evening a realization suddenly occurred to me… I love cutting the grass.
As a teenager I used the family mower as my primary means of income, and as a supplement to it for several years after that as well. When I circle the lawn these days that old familiar vibration from the whirling blades is like a sort of time machine, and in my mind (for a brief moment) I'm back in high school on my summer break working for gas money, or home from college putting a fresh cut on the grass for some extra beer bucks, or maybe just doing what my mom no longer could in her later years... it's amazing what places that mower can take me in my imagination.
Maybe it's the accumulation of hours spent making laps in most of the neighborhood lawns, or the familiar and welcome smell of fresh cut grass combined with the exhaust of a Tecumseh engine, or possibly it's the gentle roll of the mowers tires upon a well fertilized field of green that is so inspiring to me… who knows, who cares, whatever it is I love it!
Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't choose it as a career change, but I do completely enjoy the simple pleasure of making the lawn look like a golf course every week… almost as much as I enjoy the beer that awaits me when I've returned the mower to its spot between our cars in the garage.
It's an amazing thing: when you have extra time you have no money, and when you have no time you have extra money! Oh boy, is that me!
I guess I shouldn't complain… I have a successful business, I love what I do, I make enough money to afford an amazing lifestyle, and I am grateful for all of those things, but I just wish that I could slow it all down a bit these days.
I look forward to the summer months with an adoration bordering on idol worship, yet in my line of work, when they arrive I begin a schedule that allows me nearly no time to enjoy the warm NEPA summer weather at all. My grueling 6 to 7 day work weeks come at a heavy price too: I rarely rest, when I do it's abbreviated, and I miss my family terribly.
Yeah, I make a sizable amount of money (that's usually spent by the following April) but the world spins another direction from where my attention is focused during the 5-6 month time frame that I'm talking about.
I usually begin to lighten up with commitments around the beginning of November, which as you know, begins the slow decent into winter, and thus the ugly side of the cycle begins again.
Sadly, we need the money I'm making to do the things we've planned for our future more than I need an extra nap, and that requires work, so I suppose that I have to come to terms with the fact that I will wake up at the end of this glorious summer span and once again realize that I have worked my way through all of it.
I need to make a confession… I never wanted to be involved with a woman who had kids (or one kid) at all.
There I said it. It's not that I didn't try a few times to date a mother of one (or two+) but it always ended badly, or maybe never started at all. I lived most of my life like a member of the Seinfeld cast… too picky, and if there were even the slightest reason to abandon a relationship (or even begin one at all) I would take full advantage of that exit sign and bolt.
I remember being 3 minutes into a first date when a woman asked "So, do you like kids"… then confessed that she had five. Ladies a word of advice: Don't do this! Let us decide if we like you (and you decide if you like us) then drop the bomb and we all can decide on taking the next step together, okay? Okay.
I also remember the girl that insisted that I meet her son for the first time at the mall (why, I'm not sure) and he showed up with a kiddie police helmet that had a flashing light and siren on it. As we walked the mall, for the next thirty minutes I wasn't sure if I were on a date or under arrest!
Then was the closest call of them all… I'd met a very beautiful friend of a friend, who had a young son, and was moving to Vegas. She knew I was intimidated by even the thought of kids, and told me that if I wanted to her to stay in PA., and if I wanted to have a relationship with her, I'd have to be equally involved with her son (good move). When I turned her request to meet him down, I instantly realized that I wasn't ready for that big of a step, and apparently I was not wanting her in my life enough to take it.
That all changed (not at once mind you) when I met Erika and she introduced me to Piper. I started learning a new life and a new way to look at life as well. Yeah, I fought hard at first to avoid the idea that I was falling for a 2 year old, but like it or not it was happening, and there was little I could do about it.
Now, let's be honest, kids are a full- time commitment and bring with them a HUGE change in the way that a single guy with no kids has to live his life.
Your schedule and freedom are compromised.
Your patience and ego are tested.
Your budget and sleep schedule are busted, completely…
and somehow it all makes sense, when you have the love a child.
I have found my soul mate in Erika, but I have also met the love of my life at the same time… she is five years old, a fussy eater, and can throw a wicked tantrum without a word of warning, but she has taught me how to be a person I never knew I could be, and she makes me better just by being in my life, every day.
The Nude Beer Fest in Palmerton is getting a lot of exposure ... yes, pun intended.
Sunny Rest Resort is a nudist colony in Carbon County (I prefer to call it "Full Moon Resort, but I digress...)
The welcoming resort is holding the Bare Beach Beer Bash Saturday June 28th, and yes, clothing is NOT optional.Â¬† “Nudity is required in beer festival and pool/hot tub areas.”
By the way, it’s cheaper to pay in advance, which I highly recommend … where will you put money anyway once you get there?Â¬†
Hats off to ya if you go … and shirts, and pants, and socks, and….
...Just bring EXTRA Sunblock
INFO:Â¬† CLICK HERE FOR A GOOD OL NAKED TIME!
I truly believe that life’s toughest duty is to be as thankful as you should be for the great things in your daily existence.
Let’s face it, there is constantly another annoyance that will derail your ability to accurately see the amazing gifts that God has given you, or in short to be happy.
How about a small list of distractions:
The bills, weather, cold, heat, rain, grass, snow, car payment, car trouble, gas prices, lack of sleep, lack of money, lack of vacation, low pay, long hours, extra weight, old clothes, small closets, too small of a house, too dirty of a house, no friends, bad friends, no date, boring date, too many dates, cell won’t work, nothing to do, too much to do, no time, too much time on my hands… etc.
You get the point.
The reality of the situation is that we can choose to be unhappy, every day in every situation… yes, I said choose. Happiness is a choice!
It may seem a little hokey but it’s a proven fact that your attitude governs how well you feel, and that it’s not what happens to you that matters but how we react to that event that controls our happiness. When you’re happy you walk through the door at the end of the day (even a day loaded with hard work) and think: that was a great day! It is your perception of it that makes it so.
Don’t believe me?... then take a second right now and try a little experiment.
Think of a situation you may be unhappy about and ask if it’s you and not the situation that’s making you unhappy. Could you simply change your mind about it and in the process change the problem? The answer is a resounding: YES!
When you choose happiness you render any and all obstacles to it powerless to your attitude. If you wake up and say: “I choose to be happy today” you are setting the tone for the next 16 hours of your life, a great tone, and if you at least try to carry on your day that way, it’ll change the way to perceive all the events that happen to you that day. Every single one.
I am grateful for TONS of things and people in my life, entirely too many to list here, but none more that Erika and Pipe and I think that my choice to be happy, at least partially, brought them into my life. I had to “fake it till I could make it” at first, and it wasn’t easy to keep myself on the upbeat track at first, but the results don’t lie. I am happier, have more respect and more quality people in my life than ever before. … and I choose happiness today and always, will you?
Strange things happen between you and your father when you grow up a momma’s boy like I did. My dad and I locked horns on virtually everything; our fights were epic. If it weren’t what to watch on TV, it was his choice of clothes we’d bicker over; if not his driving speed, it was his penchant to put ketchup on the perfectly grilled steak I’d made for him… in one way or another we battled daily; years later I would live to regret that.
I remember as I was growing up frequently thinking to myself that I hoped “never to be anything like him”, and I stuck with that theme in my life for most of his. But as the winter of his years began closing in, I started to see an amazing wisdom in the words, and actions of my father, and as I continued floundering through my late thirties it was increasingly clear that my dad wasn’t so dumb after all.
My father was what I now often refer to as the gentle-est man that ever lived… he never spoke a word of disappointment to anyone about my decisions or life choices, and supported every move I made weather he understood my motives or not. He put up with foolish spending and terrible girlfriends, insane career pursuits and irresponsible behavior, all the while knowing full well that I needed to learn my own lessons as a result of making those choices, so he just made sure I was safe and watched in silent wisdom. His love for my mother and I was as unconditional as it was unwavering, and I never remember a moment that I didn’t believe that.
He relentlessly worked in is upholstery shop in the backyard of our Dalton home for my entire life, only settling into a semi-retired existence some five years prior to his death at 90. In his usual understated fashion he skimped and saved, planned and acted, and lived his entire life to insure that mine was safe and healthy… and he succeeded, perfectly.
My father was my age (48) when I was born, and when he was questioned as to why he’d had a son so late in life and his only answer was that he needed to find the love of his life (my mom) to be a dad, and the "audition process" had taken longer than he’d expected... and his love for my mother can only be described as a sort of poetry in motion… we should all have an emotional example like that to grow up surrounded by.
My mom told me of the day that she found him sobbing in my room while putting be in my crib, and when she asked what was wrong he looked at her, tears streaming down his face and said: “I never thought I’d be a daddy”…
You got your greatest wish Victor, and you were magnificent at it.
So recently I discovered a lost Brew Review in my basement while cleaning. We shot it last year, and then I forgot about it, and the camera was packed away. So when I uncovered the camera, I watched the video to see what was shot, and there it was! Recently my good friend Matt, gave me a GIANT iMac computer, because he works on the oil rigs, and said he never uses it, and I would get more use out of it while he is gone, so he said you take it until I move into a house. So I took this lost Brew Review upstairs and put together the newest Brew Review.
I recently got very busy at work with videos for other people so my projects had to take a back seat, but since posting the newest Brew Review, my phone has been blowing up with people asking me what happened to the Brew Review, and to bring it back and wanting to help me out with reviews. So I guess I will be bringing the Brew Review back, and I will be looking for people to help me review beer! Anyone want to help? ~Crockett