Yes, they are, and no, these days it hardly seems to matter.
#HOW MANY MORE DAYS UNTIL HALLOWEEN JANUARY 5 2017 PATCH#
Why were some of them there as early as mid-July?Īren’t these styles commonly associated with colorful autumns, German drinking marathons and crisp, nippy evenings in the patch with Linus, waiting for the Great Fermentable to rise? Why have literally dozens of Oktoberfest lagers and pumpkin-influenced ales already started to appear on package store shelves and at your favorite local tap house? However, dissonance is forever afoot, and the struggle is real when it comes to seasonal beer style creep. A classically-trained craft beer drinker’s thoughts have long since turned to seasonal wheat ales, Kölsch, pilsner or various fruited sours, perhaps the stray session-strength IPA, these being a few examples of milder beer styles with higher thirst-quenching quotients, ideally suited for sun, sweat and suffering. It is August, and our COVID-19 summer proceeds with periodic blast furnace intent. Pre-Prohibition buckets of fresh beer fetched from the local tap house by the eldest male heir of the household helped ease heat stroke, but folks had to drink quickly for their liquid solace to remain cool.Īt least a few neighbors might offer drainage assistance, especially if a breeze kicked up. It’s a special memory that I am thankful to have.Even before climate change became a heated barstool topic back in the days when we could still sit at the bar and be topical, Ohio Valley summers were just as capable of attaining high levels of humid discomfort, although admittedly these sieges didn’t last as long as they do now. The advent of air conditioning solved the problem – and also made it worse by warming the globe even more.īefore coal-fired AC became an American birth right, front porches at dusk simply had to do. But on Christmas Eve 2015 I got to celebrate with my most favorite people and got to eat dinner next to my Nana. I don’t have many pictures from that night and of course I could kick myself for that now. It makes me tear up but thinking back on that night. I am writing this almost a year later and its hard. Writing this today is really bittersweet because this was to be our last Christmas with our grandmother. And like countless other years, we celebrated at my grandparents home. Waiting for Santa to drive down the street on the fire truck, opening gifts, eating way too much food. I have tons of memories of going to my grandparents home and celebrating with all my aunts, uncles and cousins. Ya feel me? All the planning, prep, decorating, baking, drinking, fun? Christmas Eve is a big deal every year for my extended family. I love it more then Christmas day because once Christmas day is here, its over. *I also washed our hands like a maniac and did tons of laundry in hot water.Ĭhristmas Eve is my favorite. *Hubs is recovered after a new miserable days.
Is it a miracle or a coincidence? I have no idea, but I did find a few articles online (linked below) that think there is some truth to it.
I drank it (so sweet, it was like drinking that pregnancy glucose test drink), I gave it to bb and neither of us caught the dreaded stomach virus. I like wine, and figured I’d have no problem drinking a few glasses.(I don’t think I’ve had grape juice since I was 5). I had no idea if these chicks were on the crazy train but I thought it was worth a shot. Then I remembered reading this thread on a facebook moms group I am a part of that said if you drink 100% no sugar added grape juice after being exposed to a stomach bug, it will basically magically vaccinate you against said bug. Door knobs, remotes, light switches, THE ENTIRE BATHROOM.
I put bb down for the night and attacked the house with lysol. I had hoped he ate some bad eggs or something and it wasn’t a stomach bug, but now I was thinking shitz, we in trouble.
May I add he was not looking so hot, and he is hot so I had a feeling we might be in trouble.Īfter I gave bb his bath we were playing in the living room and I heard the hubs running and then the yacking, puking sound I was dreading. On Monday, I came home from work and the hubs informed me that he puked earlier and was not feeling so hot.
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