There is a new brewery coming to our county, the first brewery actually, as you know we are in moonshine country, so people aren't really focused on beer. They named it after a mountain (which of course we don't have any mountains here) that was a joke... Cahas. People have different ways of pronouncing this mountain, depending on what part of the county you live in. (This is Cahas below)
So after saying is so many times it began to sound like Chaos to them, and then they decided chaos is brewing, sounded kind of cool, so that is the name.
On the same note. You know those people who drift in life...we all have a family member, relative or friend who is a "free spirit" and seemingly drifts through life, like a beach ball at a Beach Boys concert, bouncing to and fro back and forth from whatever or whomever hits them. In other words, they are reactive, vs proactive.
Well 2014 appears to be the Chaos is Brewing year for us:
From the first cruise ship catching fire, we (yea silly couple trying to celebrate our 25th wedding anniversary) re-book and are fortunate to get the norovirus. Turn the ship around, come back early, oh and we got there in a snow storm...I won't go into that now.
We get home and notice a room has been broken into and a TV and iPad charger/player stolen.
We find mickeys beer on the stoop that next day, set up our critter cam, call the police to report the theft, in case there is a brash of break-ins in the area...
Mickeys cheap nasty college-dorm type beer actually belongs to a guest, whowouldathunkit. He goes into another guest room and places it outside on the landing of the stairs, instead of using the guest fridge. On top of it all is here to look at purchasing this B&B. We have to call him after they check out just in case it is theirs, as we have two daughters here, and we are looking out for them. YES it is theirs. What a weird call. This is why we always keep guest room doors locked. We left the keys in the door so they could explore some more. We would like to sell the inn, but who knows, maybe they weren't even here to buy it at all. People can say anything, right? Then they get the grand tour of ALL OF THE PROPERTY including our innkeeper quarters...ugh
Psycho woman places a charge-back from the psycho ny's eve show we had here.
We had to take down our lightning struck tree for a few thousand bucks in our off season, place an ad in craig's list for the wood, amidst all the doom and gloom and end of the world - since we name snow-storms now and fear monger in the media - no one is interested. We had one call from a gal who asked what sort of truck WE DELIVER IT IN. Uh, no.
Today someone is out taking the wood, helping themselves. What the!
When did we become the drifters, the free spirits? When did we lose control?
PS I actually saw the above image when I was at the local funeral parlor a couple of years ago, they lifted it from our website and were using it. Yeah, really...
Have a great day. (PS nothing is forlorn here, it is actually funny to me, I can laugh at this sort of stuff)
So after saying is so many times it began to sound like Chaos to them, and then they decided chaos is brewing, sounded kind of cool, so that is the name.
On the same note. You know those people who drift in life...we all have a family member, relative or friend who is a "free spirit" and seemingly drifts through life, like a beach ball at a Beach Boys concert, bouncing to and fro back and forth from whatever or whomever hits them. In other words, they are reactive, vs proactive.
Well 2014 appears to be the Chaos is Brewing year for us:
From the first cruise ship catching fire, we (yea silly couple trying to celebrate our 25th wedding anniversary) re-book and are fortunate to get the norovirus. Turn the ship around, come back early, oh and we got there in a snow storm...I won't go into that now.
We get home and notice a room has been broken into and a TV and iPad charger/player stolen.
We find mickeys beer on the stoop that next day, set up our critter cam, call the police to report the theft, in case there is a brash of break-ins in the area...
Mickeys cheap nasty college-dorm type beer actually belongs to a guest, whowouldathunkit. He goes into another guest room and places it outside on the landing of the stairs, instead of using the guest fridge. On top of it all is here to look at purchasing this B&B. We have to call him after they check out just in case it is theirs, as we have two daughters here, and we are looking out for them. YES it is theirs. What a weird call. This is why we always keep guest room doors locked. We left the keys in the door so they could explore some more. We would like to sell the inn, but who knows, maybe they weren't even here to buy it at all. People can say anything, right? Then they get the grand tour of ALL OF THE PROPERTY including our innkeeper quarters...ugh
Psycho woman places a charge-back from the psycho ny's eve show we had here.
We had to take down our lightning struck tree for a few thousand bucks in our off season, place an ad in craig's list for the wood, amidst all the doom and gloom and end of the world - since we name snow-storms now and fear monger in the media - no one is interested. We had one call from a gal who asked what sort of truck WE DELIVER IT IN. Uh, no.
Today someone is out taking the wood, helping themselves. What the!
When did we become the drifters, the free spirits? When did we lose control?
PS I actually saw the above image when I was at the local funeral parlor a couple of years ago, they lifted it from our website and were using it. Yeah, really...
Have a great day. (PS nothing is forlorn here, it is actually funny to me, I can laugh at this sort of stuff)