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How to make a bird house in three easy steps.
First, do not stay thirsty my friends. Instead,
Go ahead and quench your thirst.
Next, please move on to one of the following.
A: Give everything you own away.
B: Continue reading along with me.
Already, your bird house is almost complete.
You’re almost there… just a few more feet to the door. Then…
When you get in, go back out again and repeat until it’s sore.
Step away and say “eff-you-see-kay” with underlining intensity.
All right! Congratulations!
You can watch now as the squirrels dance up the tree,
Twitterpated and sweet for your treats.
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If you’re not listening when the birds sing,
You could be missing something amazing.
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Who could love you more than someone who has never been in-love before?
As she sleeps I record and document each exhaled breath.
Subduction begins as my skin sinks within itself and, cleft in two,
My core starts counting down the minutes to that monumental moment of my death.
The floor is fire and magma. Bring on the dogma and nightmares. I’m not scared.
I’ll be prepared when it airs in the morning, the storm with no warning.
The shipwreck effect I expect has something to do with everything, yet,
I can’t connect to the collective unconscious while awake.
I will have to take the full load,
A gigabyte of spice and mouth watering juiciness, swallowed.
With eyes closed, the pill dissolves and begins to corrode inside.
God, I cannot hide. Amen.
It’s going to rain today, and I’m playing window craft again.
Hands in a sandbox digging deep and stacking blocks until they fall…
Then over and again I continue to stack them tall…
All while my tires spin in the mud, topless.
My wires spark and my blood boils as the milk spoils,
Because I cannot drink it fast enough.
Change is not that strange when It happens in cycles.
Year after year it rains paper cuts and razor planes; stomach pains and house guests.
For Heaven’s sake take a break. Get some rest.
Have a little siesta. Lay your head on my chest.
Get undressed and I’ll clean the house.
Mini Mouse, remember us? It’s Charlie, Lust, and Reprieve.
We are the best! Do you still believe? The greed…
God, it feels so good to have the only green light.
I might just interweave my death sentence with… Doctor Seuss.
Excuse the mess my friends. Let me take your coats.
The record is over but it’s still spinning and…
Soon I’ll be sending out those thank-you notes.
I’m a freak and I want it to show.
I’m a volcano unexpected to blow.
No… I confess, I admit, this is it I’ll spill. I will. I will.
It’s time to unveil my kill.
Here I am, dead and on display.
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Marigolds on Torn Paper
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“There’s more to German brewing than Munich’s lagers…”
Here’s an interesting look at German beer culture, characterized by regional rivalries. There are apparently some Germans who pooh-pooh the whole Munich Oktoberfest circus and the beer that goes with it! Anyway, I’ve found 5 more beers to put on my must-try list!
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I found this on a Pleated Jeans funny pic dump post… don’t know where it came from or if it’s real, but it’s still a cool and toasty idea!
Aug 242011
I love looking at pictures of creative cakes, and this one from Waffle House’s Facebook gallery is no different…a baker’s interpretation of a yummy Waffle House meal, made for a groom’s cake. Awesome!
Aug 172011
Sooo… I finally have my own little business!! HOORAY for progress!! I have a facebook page (two, in fact). IdealisticallyUnique will take you right to my website: www.idealisticallyunique.etsy.com and you can press the like button from there. You can also go to my facebook page by typing in Idealisticaaly Unique (not one word). Either way works for me! 
There are pictures on this site you are on that are not on either of my sites. Things were either changed, are not for sale at the moment, or have already been given away. Any and all support will be greatly appreciated! Also, if you have any criticisms, ideas, requests, please feel free to let me know and I will do my best to get back to you. You can contact me on my facebook or my other emails: sumwherovatharainbow@gmail.com or leticia.bravo09@gmail.com. Thanks for everything guys.. hope to hear from you soon! LUVZ!
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Jun 162011
… In my opinion, the title of this article I found on Slate should be “The Colorado of the Far East.” After all, Colorado produces more beer than any other state in the nation, and it is fast becoming a craft brew hot spot.
Hitachino Nest, a craft beer from Japan
But even with the inaccurate title, this article is very cool. I loved reading about the uniquely Japanese twists the brewers are giving their beers, and I hope to be able to try some here in the States soon!
Click the quote to go to the link… “What caught my eye was probably the most modest ad: a tiny bilingual sandwich board that said “Craft Beer Bar.”
Jun 102011
The Willing Wheat beer by Toasty Bros. home brewed beers
Jun 102011
Jun 092011
I found this on Boing Boing, linked originally from a vintage ad community on LiveJournal.
I love it… her swirly dress and blouse, the keys swinging merrily from her belt, braids flying behind her… and the goat beside her looking shy and celebratory at the same time. He could be saying “Bro! I’m dancing with a barmaid! And she’s smokin’ hot! How flippin’ cool is this?”
Of the many eras I’d like to go back in time to, the 1880s is definitely on the list. As long as I could go somewhere with lots of beer.
Ganked from Neatorama… here’s what they have to say.
Your eyes don’t deceive you – that is a giant toaster made of toast. Artists Ingrid Falk and Gustavo Aguerre, AKA FA+, created a huge mural using 2,500 pieces of bread heated at various lengths of time in the toaster to produce the color variation needed to represent the appliance. It took them two days and the help of a bunch of their toaster-owning friends.
Here’s the link to the artists’ website, with a few photos of the piece in progress.
Toasty!
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Toasty Bros. Home brewed beer
May 282011
This Pale Ale is made with Muntons Light DME, Briess CBW Golden Light LME, Palisade bittering hops AA 6.7%, Cascade Flavor hops AA5.0%, more Cascade hops for Aroma, and Safeale-US 05 dry ale yeast.
6.1% ABV
21.91 IBU
May 192011
May 15, 2011… Good Lord – what is this world coming to? Who, in their right mind, moves into a neighborhood (in the country) and gets mad when a neighbor dog comes into his yard… so mad, that he shoots the dog? Well, our neighbor two houses down the road did – and tonight, he shot another dog… I don’t know this man, but I wish him only the worst right now.
Sarge & Nibbles have roamed the neighborhood for five years. They have been here longer than most people up and down the street… and they never hurt anyone. They both belonged to a young boy named Aaron, who is eleven years old I think – and my son’s best friend. Sarge was a big, beautiful, mastiff mix – black, with brindle stripes. He was gorgeous. Nibbles was smaller… and respected Sarge. Nibbles was an Australian Shepard mix, very sweet and gentle. He has missed Sarge this past week, wandering through the fields behind our house, obviously looking for his friend. Sarge was shot last week because he was standing in this man=s front yard… a yard which he has stood in for many years, as it=s house sat vacant or was rented from time to time (this man, apparently, doesn=t like dogs). As if that wasn’t bad enough, tonight, while my son was over playing with Aaron tonight, that man shot Nibbles, claiming he was in his chicken coop. I don’t believe it because they’ve never once bothered my chickens and they’ve been over here with Aaron for days on end before. But now that they have been executed, we will never see them again. Aaron is broken-hearted, and his father is outraged. We all called the sheriff, but I doubt that they will be able to do anything – maybe issue a ticket… Ugh, that makes me so angry. I wanted to just go over there and beat that guy with my cane when my father told me that he had just shot Aaron’s other dog. Unfortunately, I was too tired by the time I got to his house… So instead, I made that call, and let him know in no uncertain terms that he is no longer welcome in this neighborhood. Surrounding neighbors are vowing to do whatever is legal to get him out. This deed won’t go unpunished. Karma really is a bitch.
If any of you would like to send this dog killer your thoughts on this matter, feel free – his address is 1511 Pheasant Drive, Venus, TX 76084.
photography by Cinnabar
http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/video/dick-figures-1
May 142011
D=Rok is the head brewer of this batch.
Inebriated Sober American Cream Ale
From Willamette Hops and Malt Extracts
May 072011
I woke myself up, sobbing, the other night… dreaming about Kody and Astrea. We were in a strange house and Kody was there, across the room from me – and next to me on the couch (which was more like a bed) was a beautiful one and a half-year-old girl. I had been instructed that I was not to talk to her or touch her or interact with her in any way. It tore me apart and I began crying out loud. I remember opening my eyes, realizing it was a dream and trying to think about something else as I went back to sleep. If I hadn’t taken my medication, I probably would have just gotten up to write at that point. I was still whimpering when I awoke in the morning. Tomorrow is Mother’s Day. And I find myself wondering, ‘Will Kody really let another Mother’s Day go by without even acknowledging that I exist? And how long will he keep my granddaughter from me?’ A day doesn’t go by that I don’t think about them (him and her). Honestly, I don’t understand how he can just not think of me. I gave birth to this child… raised him with as much love, every minute of every day, as is humanly possible… put his needs before mine… and held him in my arms while he sobbed uncontrollably when his girlfriend left him and threatened to have an abortion. Yet, when the baby was born, I was asked not to even come to the hospital because she didn’t want me there. A week later, when I was told I could bring the kids to come see Astrea at their apartment, I was told to stay outside – the door was shut in my face – and I sat, crying on the steps for half an hour while the kids were inside with the baby. I was granted three minutes one day (when Astrea was three months old) because Carly came to pick Kasey up to spend a night, when I finally got to see and hold her for the first time. I kissed her face gently and told her how much I loved her, as I listened to her mother carry on about how much she never wanted this nine pound “bowling ball” to come out of her vagina and how she really didn’t want to be tied down for the next eighteen years… and I cried again. I killed me to let go of her at that moment, because I knew it would be forever before I saw her again – and it has. The only connection I have are the pictures Kody posts online for everyone to see, as if I am no one special at all. I have received no pictures for myself and no word from him since the day of her birth. It is as though I don’t even exist anymore in his eyes. Makes me think, he wouldn’t even care if I had died. He has even ceased communication with his little brother and sister, which I just don’t understand at all. I don’t understand any of this. When Kasey gave birth to my grandson (Kevin), she managed to get Kody on the phone and asked if he would bring Astrea to meet her new cousin… Kody told her “Kasey, you know I am never going to do that.” And that was it. He has no interest in meeting his nephew or having any contact with our family any more. WHY? Can anyone out there tell me why?? How can such hatred arise where there was once so much love? I just don’t get it. Happy Mother’s Day to me, right? 
April 24, 2011… My neck has been hurting a lot again lately – down the right shoulder blade – like I have a board strapped to my back. 800 mg of Motrin, twice a day most days and half an hour in the traction device helps to make it tolerable. My head creaks like an old rusty door when I move it and feels twice as heavy as normal. Today was Easter. Brian stopped by this morning. He’s still getting taller I swear. Says he’s just 6’3″, but seems to tower more than a foot above me. We had a fun hunt. With what tiny space we have available right now, the bunny hid stuff pretty well. Only five clues for each of us. With six of us in this little house, that was enough work for the bunny. Got to bed about 2am. It’s on the verge of tomorrow now. I’ll lay down in a bit. Not really tired yet, surprisingly… just sore. I have a million thoughts running through my head right now. How I can get organized, what things I have to remember, and how I’m possibly going to keep getting through each day to come. Stayed busy today. Took Kevin to meet they other guy that could be the daddy – had a little Easter egg hunt for the kids at his mom’s church. She’s a sweet lady and loved on Kevin, readily accepting him. It was nice. Came home and made dinner while the kids relaxed. A nice big ham, mashed potatoes n’ gravy, green beans and biscuits. Simple, but yummy. Made the gravy from the juice that baked out of the ham and that from the green bean can, plus a little milk, thickened with corn starch (dissolved first, in a little cold water). Said a little prayer before we ate. Asked God to bring Kody back to us, and to take care of that beautiful little granddaughter of mine. Every body enjoyed the meal. Watched a movie with the kids after dinner and held my grandson, now six and a half months old. I am so blessed to, at least, have him in my life.
May 072011
Photos taken while bottling Toasty Bros. Round Two – Amber Ale
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