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It’s just one word.
How hard can it be?
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I’ll go first.
Cheers.
M*A*S*H*
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Though technically, I guess that’s four.
Going further back…
Mannix.
Kojack. (Who loves ya baby?).
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And even further…
Lassie.
Gunsmoke.
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Now you.
Give me a one word old tv show.
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We’ve been quite blue at Casa River lately.
And no, it’s not because my husband came home from the recycling barn with something atrocious or started another questionable project.
We’ve literally been blue.
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Two blue.
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Three blue.
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Eight blue.
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Nine blue.
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Thirteen blue.
At one point we were seventeen blue but I couldn’t fit them all into one shot.
Now that’s blue!
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As a rule, robots freak me out.
Not the Forbidden Planet kind, Robbie I can handle.
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But lately the tech companies are making these things bizarrely human-like and they tend to give me the creeps. Even the robotic dogs make me shudder.
So you can imagine how hard I cringed when I saw these….
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Oh, hell no.
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https://youtu.be/909UTYDtuGY?si=JbgWLJcN8pPeC5tJ
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That is truly nightmare inducing content.
😳
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When it’s a nice day and my husband goes missing? I get worried.
When I hear banging and power tools? I have to investigate.
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I found him on the porch of the man cave/Barn Mahal where he was building….
Something.
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He called it a dead man.
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I called it dangerous.
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In order to replace some rotted wood on the deck he needed to raise a post.
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One rusted car jack and some scrap wood later…
I was glad OSHA wasn’t in the neighborhood.
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Yes.
That’s what was supporting the roof as he worked.
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Brave… or reckless?
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It’s always a tough call with my husband.
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🥴
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One of these squirrels is doing it wrong.
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But he was steadfast.
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And made it work.
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They’re determined little fellows.
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🤣
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They’re baaaaack!
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And the minute I spotted my first Baltimore Oriole of the season I ran outside with oranges and all natural grape jelly.
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In no time flat …
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The feeder was busy.
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They’re such beautiful bright creatures.
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Only here for a short time to take nourishment for their annual migration to Canada….
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They’re always a welcome sight.
❤️
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And maybe one you can.
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Zombie cells?
Does this mean we’re going to get a sudden craving for brains…
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I admit I couldn’t think of any practical reasons for a living room butter dish. And after reading what they’re referencing?
(Hiding the remote control)
I still can’t.
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And you thought archeology wasn’t a glamorous profession .
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Seems a little extreme to me.
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Dirt.
I bet it still tastes better than McDonalds.
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It’s August 5.
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https://youtu.be/PxZg4SfIURg?si=jJwq-O0M63oFKlbD
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And I love Ted Lasso so this was news I could use.
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I talked him out of buying old wooden hangers.
I talked him out of buying old advertising yard sticks.
I talked him out of buying old light bulbs.
And yes, I even talked him out of buying this …
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But only because we already have two 12 foot vintage tree trimmers.
Sigh.
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Bad taxidermy aside, this antique store did have a sense of humor.
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And you know my husband didn’t come home empty handed.
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We’re now the proud (or not, depending on who you talk to) owners of a vintage table top pinball game.
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I can feel your jealousy from here.
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Did we need this?
No.
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But when did that ever stop my spouse?
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He paid $25 and was a happy camper.
Me?
I added a few classics to my vinyl collection.
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The Byrds, Bob Dylan, The Beach Boys, Jackson Browne, Neil Young and James Taylor.
😊
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I think I’ve mentioned my dislike of dolls a time or two (hundred) in previous blogs.
I find them disturbing , unsettling and more than a little creepy.
So imagine my horror when my husband dragged me to an antique store where I saw this….
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Yikes!
As if the naked zombie baby with the dead eyed stare isn’t bad enough, it was flanked by two jars of disembodied heads and body parts.
And further on?
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A bald, one eyed, broken necked abomination. With teeth!
Needless to say I was not enjoying this little shop of horrors and just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse? My husband went upstairs…
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And found what had to be Rosemary Woodhouse’s black bassinet.
Yes, black.
That has the devil written all over it.
Stumbling backward out of the room, I came face to face with this monstrosity…
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Tell me that face isn’t waiting for you to fall asleep so it can steal your soul.
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Holy crap!
This one is so happy she stole your soul she’s about to start chewing on your liver as an after dinner snack.
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Oh sweet Jesus…
What fresh hell is this?
No eyes, no brains.
I’ll be seeing these freakish zombie horrors in my dreams for weeks.
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Today I want you to date yourself.
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The first cell phone pictured is a Motorola DynaTAC 8000X brick released in 1983. It weighed 2.5 lbs, had about 30 minutes of talk time, and took 10 hours to fully charge. Cost? $3,995.
The last cell phone pictured is the first generation iPhone released in 2007. Revolutionary then… with its 2megapixel camera, internet communicator and accelerometer… but considered a relic today.
My first cell phone was #7. A Nokia something or other that I think I bought in 1998 or 1999. It didn’t do much of anything except (gasp!) act as a phone… back in the day when we used to have actual auditory conversations… but I thought it was pretty damn slick all the same.
Ironically I just stumbled across my second ever cell phone the other day.
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It was buried in a drawer under some sweaters and for the life of me I have no idea why I kept it.
Flip phones!
Geesh… texting was an absolute nightmare with those things.
Now you.
What was your first piece of mobile technology?
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