Tagged, and lagging behind

So, I have been SO out of the loop for SO long, that I didn't not know until 3 minutes ago about being "blog-tagged"... by multiple people even. Its not that I am intentionally ignoring ya'll. I've just been wildly out of commission. So I vow to respond. And tag another in my wake. If I wake.

St. Pauli Grrrrrrrl

The first 3 months of my mission, I served in Hamburg proper... Just north of the neighborhood of St. Pauli. We were proud fans of the never-victorious St. Pauli Pirates soccer team. We cruised the neighborhood, with the exception of Reeperbahn, of course (immediate undignified and dishonorable release from the mission...), and appreciated this center of German punk culture. It was a pretty cool neighborhood to roam. To my great disappointment, St. Pauli Girl beer is actually from Bremen (another favorite city of mine). Not that I am a partaker of said beverage, but I would just feel a special bond, and since there is also Squatters St. Provo Girl beer. ANYWAY... this kinship I feel with St. Pauli inspired my creativity-- in costuming my dear Kiste for Halloween. She has German roots, bears a German name, and couldn't wait to show her German side (and front!).





She so proudly carrier her beer around and let anyone who wanted to look down her shirt. Trampy dog. I love her.