Well, drunk and bored and on my day off.

[Fermented1]

Sitting here and checking out almost all the main topic sites, finding alot that I already knew, and alot I was not aware off. Learn new stuff every time I
am on this forum. But as I said in my Subject, its my day off, sitting around watching zombie movies on Netflix, going through the forum here, and drinking.
Watching my jugs ferment on the kitchen table, bubble away. Dishes done, laundry done, pond cleaned, dog fed, and got all those things done yesterday, so
today it was a sit around and be lazy type of day. Waiting for the wife to get home from work, so we can eat dinner, go to bed watch the latest Walking
Dead episode, and go to sleep. Then get up and go to that place I hate, to earn a living, if you can call it that. Under paid and over worked. And just like that
I hear her pulling up in my truck. Later guy's, this is when I loose the lap top so she can check her Facebook. Good chatting, venting, or just plain typing
stuff, with ya. Later.

[moosemilk]

Dear me,

I don't know if you are aware, but you seem to have multiple personality disorder. Only same personality, same life, just two of us.

Seriously, described very similar lol. Only I watch walking dead with my kid, and was glowing rather than drunk. Watching several pails fermenting away: one apple (no sugar, bubbling happily), one grappa using the pomice from the apple, one booners, and one AG with corn / rye malt.

Tomorrow its off to that place I hate to make more money so I can pay more taxes. Work more, make less. No wonder we drink! I truly give thanks for yeast, sugars in whatever form, and nutrients. Distilling is kinda like having your cake and getting to eat it too!

Hang in there, fermented. The only way to win the rat race is to become a cat.

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[bearriver]

If you dislike your work and are not in the military, perhaps it is time to switch gears. Even just for your own sanity.

One of my new offices is an isolated piece of nature, located just about anywhere 1 hour down a dirt road into the Federal forest. 2-3 days per week I have been cutting/selling firewood. It is one of many things I love to do that also supplies respectable additional income.

I hope that you do not limit yourself to work that you dislike, and your future endeavors be fruitful ones.

[moosemilk]

For me, I love my job,just don't care for the environment (thus the place I hate). But with my job, it's part of the territory.

Sounds like you have something enjoyable, bear. My getting out to the woods is more for camping, fishing, hunting. Living where I do, it's a half hour drive to pretty much seclusion. I go to the bush to "reset" when I need. Sometimes just take a drive to a lake in the summer for even just the day.

[HDNB]

being the completely insane idiot i am...i love work. always have. when i leave work.... i look for work to do.
i actually dislike travel, the only good thing about a beach vacation is the girl that brings drinks! have been seen helping the gardeners at the a resort, or fix the tractor at the golf course.
in a 33 year career,working mostly six day weeks until about 3 years ago... taken 15 sick days, 1 two week holiday and 2 one week holidays, not including my annual week trip to vegas for a convention...that i work at.
this place and hobby has been my first foray into work avoidance. a while longer i think i'll get the hang of having fun! (actually took last tuesday off to do a run!!! what a wild man!)
thanks for all your help so far!

[Fermented1]

Dear me,

I don't know if you are aware, but you seem to have multiple personality disorder. Only same personality, same life, just two of us.

Seriously, described very similar lol. Only I watch walking dead with my kid, and was glowing rather than drunk. Watching several pails fermenting away: one apple (no sugar, bubbling happily), one grappa using the pomice from the apple, one booners, and one AG with corn / rye malt.

Tomorrow its off to that place I hate to make more money so I can pay more taxes. Work more, make less. No wonder we drink! I truly give thanks for yeast, sugars in whatever form, and nutrients. Distilling is kinda like having your cake and getting to eat it too!

Hang in there, fermented. The only way to win the rat race is to become a cat.

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I like the way you think. I don't truely hate my job, it does pay the bill's, but I do dislike it alot. Been looking for other work, but jobs are hard to find. It took
me over a year to find this one, after I moved up to OR. Now with two car payments, rent, and such, I can't afford to take a risk on being out of work. So
I continue to go to that place I dislike, to earn that pay check. Oh, I don't "glow" I get buzzed, blurred, comfortably Numb, then drunk.

[skow69]

Sounds like a case o' them Lowdown Funky Existential Blues.

Drown it in a glass of UJ and get back to towing the line, ya slackers! Tote that barge! Lift that bale!

[BoomTown]

In the days when flat boats were the way to move freight up and down river to New Orleans, the flatboat owners kept a keg of Monongahela Rye, AKA Nongela on deck, with a cup on a string tied to it, so's a guy could slip over and get a little nip, just to keep his strength up for the work he had to do. The crews considered the Nongela part of the compensation package, and avoided working boats that didn't have it. Course, it wasn't rocket science, polling a flatboat, or driving a mule, but it kept a guy busy, and was a respectable (well it Was considered to be a good) job. Apparently the work tended to make the boys a little cranky, as the profession acquired a bit of a reputation for attracting guys who'd fight at the drop of a hat, and if a hat wasn't dropped soon enough, they'd just as soon knock someone's off just so's they could get it on.

And then there's the Brit's who kept their grog ration up until the early part of the Vietnam war...apparently flying jets and such got a little complicated after the grog ration....who knew? The last rum ration was on 31 July 1970 and became known as Black Tot Day as sailors were unhappy about the loss of the rum ration.

Boom

[Coyote]

Drown it in a glass of UJ and get back to towing the line, ya slackers! Tote that barge! Lift that bale!

Speaking of lift that bale, cleaned up the stack yard yesterday, loaded the last of this years hay. Ended up
handling about 40 100+ pound bales. The hot tub was my friend last night and this morning, but not enough
of a friend to keep my mid age back from screaming at me. I love my life, love my jobs, love farming,
Ab-so - lute- ly freakin' hate handling hay anymore. Used to love it and call it a free workout. . . stupid kid.
Now I have the bad back to live with.

I feel for you guys who have jobs or places of employment that you dread going to, I have been very blessed
for more than 40 years to love what I have done to pay the bills and to have a women I dearly love
standing beside me. She is a true gift from God.

Coyote

[T-Pee]

Exactly what we're doing today Coyote. 40 120# bales of Bermuda. The wife has been a helluva trooper today too.

tp

[Coyote]

I moved right at 23 ton - thank God I only had to handle 40 bales

Not sure what happened, but my back got old without me - stupid back!

Coyote

[Red Rim]

Damn back anyhow. I am sitting here with my feet up trying to create some traction and relieve the pain.
I call it short mans disease, if it needs to be lifted, moved,carried, destroyed, I am always up for the challenge. Now my back is paying the price.

I think I will get up and get another drink!

[HDNB]

Exactly what we're doing today Coyote. 40 120# bales of Bermuda. The wife has been a helluva trooper today too.

tp

Jayzuss! 120#??? the seventy pounders far as i go before i start burnin diesel. personally... if i gotta handle 'em i prefer the ladies size 50 Lbs'rs, but thats just for the barn nags...the rest of 'em can have free choice off a round.

[T-Pee]

I've been fortunate as far as my back is concerned. Going on 60 and never had any chronic trouble.
Musta been all those damned Roman situps that I did in my 20s and 30s.

tp

[skow69]

I am sooooo happily retired. Heaviest thing I pick up these days is a bag of cracked corn.

[Coyote]

Roman situps?

I knew a girl like that too

But she never said she was Roman. . .


We're here all week

[jedneck]

Its not my day off I ain't drunk (yet) and I ain't bored. But I'm trying to get ahead of a cold with ujssm.

[Truckinbutch]

In the days when flat boats were the way to move freight up and down river to New Orleans, the flatboat owners kept a keg of Monongahela Rye, AKA Nongela on deck, with a cup on a string tied to it, so's a guy could slip over and get a little nip, just to keep his strength up for the work he had to do. The crews considered the Nongela part of the compensation package, and avoided working boats that didn't have it. Course, it wasn't rocket science, polling a flatboat, or driving a mule, but it kept a guy busy, and was a respectable (well it Was considered to be a good) job. Apparently the work tended to make the boys a little cranky, as the profession acquired a bit of a reputation for attracting guys who'd fight at the drop of a hat, and if a hat wasn't dropped soon enough, they'd just as soon knock someone's off just so's they could get it on.

And then there's the Brit's who kept their grog ration up until the early part of the Vietnam war...apparently flying jets and such got a little complicated after the grog ration....who knew? The last rum ration was on 31 July 1970 and became known as Black Tot Day as sailors were unhappy about the loss of the rum ration.

Boom

Lotsa that started right where I live . Flatboats were built from Morgantown to Fairmont . One of the most prolific grist mills and distilleries was less than a mile from my home . Monongahela Rye was a
sought after libation worldwide .

>Backs too old for the bodies they are in are very common around here . Got one of them myself .

[WooTeck]

[quote="CoyoteI feel for you guys who have jobs or places of employment that you dread going to, I have been very blessed
for more than 40 years to love what I have done to pay the bills[/quote]

you work the farm, I can only speak for my self but id guess that most of the office folk here especially. would love to get out and etch a living from the dirt. the fresh air, the smells (good & bad), the knowledge to be acquired and not the soul crushing life of the fluorescent lights

[HDNB]

I feel for you guys who have jobs or places of employment that you dread going to, I have been very blessed
for more than 40 years to love what I have done to pay the bills

you work the farm, I can only speak for my self but id guess that most of the office folk here especially. would love to get out and etch a living from the dirt. the fresh air, the smells (good & bad), the knowledge to be acquired and not the soul crushing life of the fluorescent lights

bad smell?

Ain't not never smelled nuthin's bad as the inside of a office cube farm on my ranch, pilgrim.

[woodshed]

Soul crushing fluorescents is right. Working on improving the lighting at the distillery with localized, site specific lighting. No more fluorescents.

[WooTeck]

bad smell?

Ain't not never smelled nuthin's bad as the inside of a office cube farm on my ranch, pilgrim.

Animal shit isn’t the greatest scent in the world

[jedneck]

bad smell?

Ain't not never smelled nuthin's bad as the inside of a office cube farm on my ranch, pilgrim.

Animal shit isn’t the greatest scent in the world

It is to a farmer/gardener

[BoomTown]

Boom

Lotsa that started right where I live . Flatboats were built from Morgantown to Fairmont . One of the most prolific grist mills and distilleries was less than a mile from my home . Monongahela Rye was a sought after libation worldwide . [/quote]

I agree Truckinbutch, My research leads me to believe that 'Noghela' set the stage for bourbon. The 'Bourbon' moniker for both the liquor and the street evolved after the revolution when a section of the newly formed state of Kentucky was designated Bourbon County to honor the contribution of the French during the Revolutionary war. The newly named Bourbon County bordered the Ohio river, and trade with the French and Spanish down river with New Orleans was legalized. The Kentuckians, many of whom were distiller/farmers who left Pennsylvania because of the Whiskey Rebellion, distilled their crops and shipped down river with the spring floods. There was so much whiskey coming out of Kentucky, and the barrels were marked as being from Bourbon County, KY, that in New Orleans it came to be the term used commonly used to order the drink at the bars along the port and warehouse districts in New Orleans.

Some say Bourbon Street in New Orleans was named after that same French Aristocratic family (the royal family), but the timing is suspect in my mind. The circumstances of the day were that the dominance of the liquor trading as the main commodity traded, and the term used to order a drink of choice occurred during the time when New Orleans transitioned from Spanish control to French control. The streets were being renamed, and the parallels are simply too much coincidence in my mind. Plus knowing a few of those Cajun's and how they go about naming their things, my bet is the city's leadership simply went with the local nomenclature for the name of Bourbon St, just as they did with 'Canal Street' and several others. It would have been simpler the name the street using the name the locals used when they gave directions.

The real shame of it is, Noghela, as a flavor became 'lost', rather absorbed into the 'bourbon' mystique.

[WooTeck]

It is to a farmer/gardener

i get it its defiantly not the worst smell in the world. to me lets me know im out in the country or my flatmates just visited the toilet .

boomtown i find that really interesting i love learning the history behind the liquor.