Showing posts with label Android. Show all posts
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Monday, December 24, 2012

Christmas Eve, the Plague, and Other Tales

Abby tries sneaking in a healthy breakfast. . .

Happy Pre-Christmas, gangsters.

It wouldn't be fitting for the Houghs to celebrate a major holiday without some major illness befalling one or more members of our group.  As you all know, Thanksgiving isn't all that awesome of a time for we Houghs, but usually Christmas passes by without any major calamity sweeping through.

At least it usually does.


My roommates are lame.
All this weekend, Kris was couch-ridden with a nasty cold that totally immobilized her.  At first she figured it was just her allergies acting up, but for three days she was completely drained off energy, and could barely function around the house.

As such, this left Yours Truly to pick up the last-minute, final-stretch slack around the house.  Good times.

The yard.  Or what's left of it.
Appropriate Christmas pastimes. . .
Enjoying a rare pipe break while the roommates catch up on naps.
Donde esta mi hija?
So the other day, Kris' church was having this thing where members could bring in old valuables and have an open gift exchange for the Holidays.  They set up several tables, and people brought in all kinds of stuff that you might find at a garage sale before it's been picked through.  I brought in a stack of old records that I no longer wanted (or else had more scratches than an audiophile like myself could tolerate), some books, odds and ends, and even a few swords.

Unfortunately, we missed the two earlier services, where most of the good trading was done, so by the time we got there everything was picked through, and no one snatched up any of our stuff.  We left everything but the swords (which, for the umpteenth time, I could not get rid of) at the church to be donated, and went home.

Before leaving the church, however, Kris had been speaking with a woman about an antique sewing machine and table set.  Upon realizing that Kris was interested in the table, the woman - who had been anxious to get the table out of her guest room for some time - offered to drive it over to our house.  We had no prior notion what the sewing machine looked like, so when the woman and her husband dropped it off, we were stunned to discover how nice it was. . .

A 1961 Sears Kenmore Model 90 Sewing Machine.  The motor was recently replaced, and the machine appears to be in mint condition (I found this particular picture online - Kris' is in a lot nicer shape, as is the table).
Now all Kris needs to do is learn how to use the damn thing. . .

The table itself is in really nice shape, and - as an added bonus - matches the rest of our bedroom furniture.  Since Kris doesn't know how to sew yet, this thing will probably be a clutter stand for awhile.  Cowabunga. 
Checking off another Christmas Classic off the list:  Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.
Burl Ives.  Represent.
As Christmas Eve rolled in, Abby seemed to catch whatever had sidelined Kris for the weekend.  She 'didn't feel good,' and constantly complained about her stomach and her butt.  At first we chocked it up to constipation, but eventually came to the realization - in horror - that our kid would probably be sick for Christmas. . .
Testing out the Skype connection with Papa and Nana. . .
Entering in Sam Adams' Old Fezziwig's Ale into my Beer Journal app.
Skyping with Grandma and Papa John.  We decided to open up some gifts with them for Christmas Eve, and allowed the girls to open up one each.  Kris and I, as custom dictates, opened up the tree ornaments we get each other each year.
Kris got me a ukulele ornament this year, which is fitting, as I'm borderline obsessed with the stupid things.
Abby opened up a VTech Slide n' Text Phone (like one of those cell phones where a keyboard slides out from the side).  Has lots of letter/number recognition, but also games and play modes that she can waste time with. . .
We had Alayna open up her LeapFrog Tag Reader, which we really wanted her to get this year due to her increasing interest in learning how to read.
Texting.
The Cannonball tries out her new Tag Reader. . .
I got Kris a Wicked Witch Hallmark ornament this year. . . which she practically commanded I get her.  Usually it's the other way around.
2012 Ornaments
Tracking Santa via Google Earth on my Android.  I think here the Fat Man was en route from Uzbekistan to Kazakhstan.  You know how popular he is over there. . .
Picking cookies to leave out for Santa.  Big hit.
I think she's making sure they haven't been poisoned.
Writing a label so Santa know the cookies have been laid out for him, opposed to some other fictional holiday character.  Like Krampus.
(She wasn't sure how to spell this.)
The one time per year you can read this book without it being weird.
Santa sprang into action once the kids went to bed. . .
Our hodge-podge assortment of stockings.  Next year I think I want to buy a family set.
The girls' two main gifts (which they technically got from Santa).  Doll set-up for Abby, bike for Alayna.
Priming the Living Room for Christmas. . .
Skype set up for Christmas Morning.  I was able to buy an adapter off Amazon so I can run my MacBook Pro into the TV via HDMI, which gives us a pretty solid picture when Skyping with grandparents. . .
Ready.
- Brian

Saturday, December 8, 2012

Open Season

Happy Pre-Holidays, folks.

As I continue to make that long, depressing march towards my 40s, my taste for the finer things in life has been in a constant state of getting awesomer.  Personally, I like to think I'm evolving into a man of considerable class.  No more Christmas lights hanging up in the bathroom, no more action figures in the Study, and no more watered-down, headache-inducing 'coffees.'

Pretty much.
Ages ago, back at the turn of the millenia, a young, more adventurous, and arguably way cooler Brian J. Hough could be found ambling down the hallowed streets of Western Michigan University,  pounding back full cases of Natural Ice and bottom shelf whiskey.

. . .and probably wearing some weird-ass hat.

Daddy's Coffee
Yours Truly has surely come a long way over the last ten years.  These days, I like to consider myself more of gentleman when it comes to boozification; I no longer drink bottle-shelf whiskey (I've gradually made my way to third-from-the-bottom shelf whiskey, thank you), and have become very fond of craft beer over the last few years.

(. . . though I still own plenty of weird hats.)

That's not to say I don't mind partaking in domestic beers regularly, though - Miller Lite still seems to find its way onto the Hough's Grocery List on a weekly basis.  These days, however, I'm supplementing my pilsner intake with different styles of beer, and have made that very adult switchover from 'quantity' to 'quality.'

College Brian is surely rolling over in his soggy grave.

It definitely helps having a bad-ass liquor store nearby that specializes in stocking craft beers from small-scale breweries:


Knightly Spirits, which has become my home away from home over the last few years, is conveniently located about a mile from my house, and has a great selection of microbrews on hand.  They even have an exact, large-scale version of the knight statue that sits in my study standing guard outside their door.

If that isn't fate, I don't know what is.

Anyway, it's become routine for me to swing in there on Fridays on my way home from work and pick up a mix-and-match sixer of various beers.  For me, it's a way to sample different brews without having to invest in a six-pack of one particular beer (and at $10 - $14 per sixer, that is quite a risk for something that could turn out to be 'meh').

More recently-purchased Daddy's Coffee. . .

Now, what's glorious about this time of year is that, like it's seasonal predecessor Fall, Winter tends to unleash a barrage of beers specially-brewed for the season (no more pumpkin ales, or Octoberfest-themed selections, obviously).  For the Holidays, this means that various breweries offer 12-pack samplers of popular, short-run releases that appeal to novice armchair aficionados such as myself.  Check it out:

I've picked these up over the last two weeks. . .
This is definitely my favorite, featuring two of my favorites, Chocolate Bock and White Christmas.   Of course, the others aren't bad, either - Sam Adams knows his shit.
It took me a long time to track this one down, but finally found it at Target (surprisingly enough).  The Spiced Amber Ale and Belgian Pale Ale, while good, weren't great. . . so this one didn't live up to the hype.
Okay, this one I picked up for Kris (she was a big fan of the 'Chuck in college.)  The 802 is awesome.  Our 'Cider's Maker's Choice,' a seasonal, was 'Summer'. . . which, to me, was only so-so.
Initially on my Christmas list this year, I snatched this up off Amazon when it dropped down to 40% off.   Very well-rated, and I figured it was high-time I had a glass set that curtailed to my drinking habits.  HIGHLY recommend this set if you're in the market for some beer glasses. . .
Definitely looking forward to the holidays.

A couple months ago, I bought an app for my Android (though I'm pretty sure it's available for the iPhone as well) called Beer Journal.  While it lacks some of the fields more snobbish beer lovers out there might miss (specifying the amount of hops used, rating the aroma, etc.), it's pretty user-friendly, and I find myself using this app on a frequent basis, whether that be at home, while visiting friends with the fam, or out at the bar with the guys.

This is really a no-brainer, seeing how it combines two of my obsessive-compulsive joys in life:  making lists and beer.

Menu screen.
One of the great things about this app is it allows you to upload pictures of the beers you sample, which helps when purchasing more in the future.
Okay, this wasn't taken from my phone, but you get the idea. . .
'Tis the season, folks - slainté!

- Brian