My MOTHER, hardcore beer drinker.

In a previous post, I mentioned a comment my dad made suggesting that I lay off the booze for the holidays. Anyone who knows me well would find this comment odd, as I'm really not that much of a boozer anymore. Sure, I drank like a fish in college and enjoy a beer or two now and then, but I'm far from an alcoholic.

Anyway, I do enjoy my beer and have my MOTHER to credit for that. She's German, and ever since I was a kid, she's enjoyed her beer too. Here's a classic MOTHER example from my childhood that illustrates her fondness for brew. Like many people, she used to kick back and relax after a long day at work with a beer. Not just any beer, mind you; Blatz was her favorite. She'd have one or maybe two - rarely any more than that - and she'd usually fall asleep there on the couch with the TV on, a half-full Blatz at her side.

Here's the best part. She is so German and hardcore about her beer, that she would wake up the next morning and finish that warm, flat, half full can of Blatz.I can only aspire to those heights of beer devotion.