Weeklong Hangover!

Sorry for my lack of content for this week.  As I mentioned earlier this week, it was my birthday week. Thus, I have been in a haze for much of the week.  Throw in labor day and all I did was drink like a union worker on an assembly line. 

My liver tried to escape, it even punched me in the pancreas! 

In my 20's hangovers didn't have shit on me!  I could booze till the cows came home and pop up bright eyed and bushy tailed at 6:00am.  No problem.  I hit my 30's and...well suffice to say it sucked.  Didn't puke, but wish I had!

There were multiple causes for this hangover:

1. not eating during the day- This was my fault, like a moron I had a salad for lunch.  Not quite the base you want for a night of boozing.

2. Craft Beer - Holy hell this shit is like moonshine and it was going down like water! 

So what have I learned now that I am a wise 30 yr old? 

Nothing....I still feel like a stupid 20-something and will probably bring in 31 the same damn way!!!!

B-Day Gift-Fest!

Got some badass b-day gifts! 

50 cal bottle opener!  Who would have thought that you could combine 2 of my favorite past times?  Rednecks, thats who!  They have been getting drunk and shooting since the beginning of time!  But for the not so red, you can get a 50 cal cartridge that is a bottle opener.  Very nice!

Shooting glasses!  Scored me a nice pair of Remington amber lense shooting glasses.  A welcome upgrade from the scratched beyond all get out pair of walmart specials that I am currently using.  

Camo hat....Why because camo goes with everything, it even has the Panther's logo on the front surrounded by blaze orange! 

Decorations were also well done by the wife, 9mm rounds with little bows tied on to them.  She sure knows the way to my heart. 

All around a great way to bring in the dirty 30! 

Now get the fuck off my lawn!

Damn kids!

Birthday! Everybody get drunk!

My birthday is approaching, I am turning 30?!  Can I really be that old?  I guess so, due to a recent few interactions with people.

At the gym:

Me: Can you tell me what those chains from the barbell are for?
College aged kid: ugh, Yes Sir! They are for accommodating resistance.

He called me sir, I appreciated the answer and being polite.  But he called me sir!  I'm 30 not 40!  This is some bullshit!

I am aware that I have a few gray hairs, but I don't think I am a "sir" yet.


At the store buying beer:

Me: Do you need to see my ID?

Cashier: No, your good.  (note: this was at a walmart, not the store I go to on a weekly basis)

I think this is a prime time to have a mid-life crisis and buy a Ferrari, unfortunately I haven't had enough ads clicked yet to afford said Ferrari.  Based on the ad clicks from this site, I can buy a miniature hotwheels Ferrari...just like the real thing!

Next stop...telling those youngsters to get the fuck off my lawn!!!!