Ferris Bueller Beer, Hip Hop Coloring Book

DAY 30 -- My brother and his family came to visit for a few days -- specifically to go see one of Mason's tee ball games and one of Anna's softball games. Rather than get in to the boiling temperatures and scorching sun we all endured at the tee ball game, let's get down to business and talk about the important stuff.

Amy and I were doing a little shopping this morning in preparation for our five house guests and my eye was caught by one of the hundreds of beers lining the wall at Friar Tuck.

Yes. That's right. Ferris Bueller beer.

I didn't want the beer, I just wanted the bottle. Amy assured me that the description sounded good and the beer would not go to waste. The bottle now sits proudly in close proximity to my bottle of Sweep the Leg peanut butter stout.

For the record, this one might be next.

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I feel like I should clarify something here as I've had a few people ask me about this over the past several weeks. I've mentioned a handful of times that I've quit drinking alcohol and I should be clear that there is no story behind this where I've hit rock bottom or anything like that. I don't foam at the mouth at the thought of a cold beer or get the sweats and have to grab something with a white-knuckle grip to avoid drinking. It's nothing like that at all. Just a personal choice that I made a few months ago. I'd compare it to a person who changes their diet when they decide to quit eating red meat. Do they have to stop? Not necessarily. But they've just made a personal choice to do so.

I was asked recently if I was staying on the wagon for good and my answer was simply, "Indefinitely." Almost five months into this ride, I seriously feel better than I have in years. There's no drama behind this decision. It's just that as a person who has enjoyed beer and whiskey (along with most other drinks) for many years, making this adjustment and sticking to it is something I'm quite proud of.

But in the end, it's just a personal choice I've made. Nothing more than that.

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My brother brought me a couple of cool things he'd found including the Hammerman tape I mentioned a few days ago.

The other stuff he apparently found while cleaning out some old junk at the school where he works.

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Also, speaking of things I've recently mentioned, remember that Hip Hop Coloring Book? It arrived today. And it's glorious.

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At the end of the day, it's always great having my brother and his family in town. The kids, close in age, simply can't seem to get enough of each other.

It's a great problem to have.

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