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"Begin at the beginning, and go on till you come to the end: then stop." -- The King of Hearts

I'm an adopted Texan. As they say, "I wasn't born in Texas, but I got here as fast as I could!" I post pictures and opinions as suits my mood, mostly because I can. Hooray Internet! 

So far I have three blogs here. By the Way is the oldest. I started it in 2003. I lost a couple of years to Vox because I was too lazy to bother to export when they shut down. I consider it an exercise in accepting impermanence. When I followed my husband to Singapore for his first expat assignment, I started (T)expatriate: A Southern Girl in Singapore. That covers 2010 and 2011, give or take. Next came Oslo, and (T)expat 2: Norwegian Boogaloo,  in 2012. Now I'm back home, and back on By the Way.

Pix live on Flickr. I toss links out on Twitter when I feel like it. I'm still not sure what to do with G+ but I kinda like it.


Signs A Man Really Loves You, #3

St. Peters Porter
According to my Urchin stats, lots of people want to know how tell if a man really loves you. Always glad to help out, I think I'll make this a regular series. For the record,

Those were about beads and tears. This one is about beers.

If you're at a gourmet grocery store with your man, scoping out the Big Beer selection (meaning the ones in the big bottles, although there will probably have to be a "big" selection overall to offer much choice here), and he points out a delicious porter that he thinks you might like, you know he loves you. (If he doesn't know what kind of beer you like, he's soooo not serious. Dump him now. Conversely, if you don't know what kind of beer you like, educate yourself. There is no reason whatsoever to drink Bud Light or its equivalent unless you're at a ball game and that's all they serve, and even then you might consider a Coke instead.)

But the real test is this: Suppose he has a really tough day and he succumbs to the call of St. Pete and drinks your beer. I know, this is a terrible thing. But he has a chance to redeem himself. If he stops at the gourmet grocery the next day after work and buys you another delicious porter, he's a keeper.

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