Beer'd

I make beer.  Pretty much every day I wake up and I don't have to work, I say to  myself that I'm going to make beer.  About 1/60th of those days do I actually make beer.  Three kids takes up a lot of my time.  I have a big pot and all kinds of spoons and buckets and coils that make the process a little more efficient.  I like making IPA because there is less time to wait between me making it and me drinking it.  It also tastes great at anytime of the year.  I feel like I'm good enough at it to produce it on a large scale and sell it.
I live in Bay Roberts again and I couldn't be sadder.  I have no friends out here and the it seems like I'm just a machine that follows my kids around.  You'd think that would afford me the time to make more beer.
Sarah Turpin loved my IPAs.  She loved all my beers.  Sometimes I knew she she didn't like them but she loved me and so she'd say she loved the beers. 
She died.  October 3, 2014 at around 4:45PM.  I watched it happen.

In the past six months.....

Apartment flooded.
Villa short-circuited.
Flew to London.
Hesitant Cabbie.
Tube.
Pearl Jam.
Anna Robinson.
Aoife O'Beirn.
England played terribly against Germany.
Bishop's Finger.
London Eye.
Dirty Plane to Edinburgh.
Uncle Rod.
Aunt Maureen.
Old City.
Sarah and I get irritated.
Fast Car.
Faster Car.
Eat Breakfast in Heathrow with Jennifer and Dave.
Paul in a ridiculous outfit.
6 hours short for E.I.
Corner Brook.
Cooper.
Mazda 3 Sport.
The Seventh.
Camping Around Twillingate.
Lee Stroud showing how he fights.
One Man's Loss is Another's Gain
Move to St. John's.
New SNL.
Went to work still drunk.
Move to Placentia.
PS3 breaks.
Turned 30.
Surprise Party.
Ipod Touch.
Wicked Wife.
Bought Xmas off the Internet.
Attempted Fertilization.
Apple TV From Chris
Boxing Day Near-Miss.
2nd Xmas With Separated Parents.
New TV
Call For School.
1 Firework For New Year's.
We Both Get Sick.
I Get The Worst Of It.

E.Coli

Me (Talking about recent death): and the guy that invented the ATM died last week.
Sarah: Ass to Mouth?
Me (chock full of sarcasm) Yes. The guy who invented Ass to Mouth died last week.

pwned

My wife talks to Google. They don't get along. I guess she doesn't like it when someone is constantly picking out her mistakes.
Sarah : {tap, tap, tap, click} *sigh* "I know I spelt it wrong, you don't need to tell me. My finger slipped."

Context

Sarah: "I have a black man inside of me.
Me: "A black man inside of you???"
Sarah (Smiling): "A big, fat, hairy black man inside of me."

Rebuttal...

Heard from across the room (Presumably when Sarah read the previous post)

(In a really high pitch, squealing voice)
"Peter!!! I can't believe you wrote that!!! I didn't mean it like that"

It kinda made it funny all over again.

On voyeurism....

Me: "We had sex with the drapes open."
Sarah: "Yeah, but it was all the way in there."
Me: "But those Asian people got funny cameras"
Sarah: "They got funny eyes!"

1.. 2.. 1 2 3 4

My wife just told me that she has never heard this song...

In my dream last night

Sarah: I've got an idea!!
Me: Yeah?
Sarah: A great big idea!.. A great big figure skating idea!!!

For Sarah....

I'm in Halifax Airport. I am an hour and fifteen minutes away from leaving Canada. I am trying to get all my farts out now. It's a long plane ride.

Happy Birthday Sarah!

From 3:55 onward is for you. I picked it cause you would like it.

Anywhere is home when I'm with you....

This song could not be more perfect. I just wish my coffeebean was here when I discovered it.




Edit: I found this version. I like this better.

International airborne event

This song reminds me of driving with Sarah. In the Jetta. In the snow. We'll never drive in that car together again. At least I hope not. It's for sale. $14500. Tell your money makin friends.
The first couple of verses make me fill up. I miss my wife.

Doc's Doin it

It's confirmed.

I will become legally monogamous on Thursday, August 6th.

This is deadly. I love her.

Monogamy has never been so attractive

This is why I need a reminding book.

It seems the video became restricted. I can watch it. Rachel can probably watch it. No Canadians though.

I'm engaged.

I should have told you all about this by now, although I told most of you through other means.

When we get married, her blog will become the dominant blog and mine will be forced to either submit and roll over, or change into something different. SNL blog? I hope. I have a lot to say about this. I have even more to show. Youtube has already pissed on that fire. I can only upload shitty little clips on blogger and even then I am not sure it will work. I do have quite the collection. Ask Turpin.

For Turpin

I LOVE Sarah Turpin. I'm nuts about her. She knows what I am going to say next (most times)

Alien Barf Bag.

She didn't know that was coming.

Sunday Morning.

I can wear Turpin's jeans. They fit nice. My ass looks great in them....

Talking about a hike...

Sarah: There's a rope you have to climb up, at some point. I don't even know if we could find it.

Peter: I don't think I can climb the rope anyways.

Sarah: Sure you can. You can pull yourself into an air duct!

Peter: I hurt my elbow. I don't think I can do that now.

Sarah: Well, change your facebook status!!! We are through!

*bbbbluluuurrrrrpppppp*

Sarah: This is what is sounds like when two people zrrbt you! ...At the same time.
*bbbbllurrrrrpppp*

Vipond or vomit?

I set myself up. She warned me.

We are at the hospital and Sarah is getting bloodwork. I can see the doctor doing it. Sarah is looking right at the needle. That grosses me out. I can't look at the needle.

Anyways. Later. We are in the waiting room and Sarah says "wanna hear the story about my bloodwork? No you don't. You don't like that kind of thing".
I say I do. I know the difference but I felt like squirming this morning.
She starts to tell me the story. I start feeling queezy. Then, a woman in the waiting room starts urging and barfing. I missed work for this, and I think I made the right decision.