Monthly Archives: February 2021

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Winter is finally here.

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After an extremely mild December with a greenish brown Christmas and a warm rainy January…

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February is roaring in strong….

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And cold.

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The ice has finally frozen solid enough to hold the fishing shacks on the river, which is big business up here in Maine.

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Do I want to sit in an 8×10 plywood building and stare at a hole in the ice in subzero temperatures waiting for an oily little smelt to swim by?

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I do not.

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No matter how pretty the sunsets are.

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But more power to the rugged souls that do.

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Interior design fails.

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Have you ever walked into a house or apartment and thought, “Who the hell designed this mess?”

If not, then take a look at these…

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I’m guessing clean clothes would always be on hand, but… no.

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I am.

It’s hideous.

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I shouldn’t laugh at this, I’ve seen my husband do something very similar.

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Yikes. That’s going to be a tight fit…

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Finally, a situation where female personal plumbing is preferable.

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Super Bowl food horrors.

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If you’re not familiar with the tradition , every year Google releases a map of the most popular Super Bowl food searches by state.

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Being game day, I’m posting this helpful hint of what not to eat while watching Mahomes take Brady down a peg. Maine clicked in with traditional nachos, but some other states seem to have lost their minds.

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Vermont went a different route. But then again, they usually do.

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Oh, hell no Nebraska.

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This just keeps getting worse.

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Jesus. Do people not know how to snack anymore?

Chia seed at the Super Bowl. WTF!

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Pandemic humor.

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Because sometimes it’s hard to laugh these days.

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Now that you mention it, that would be very helpful… yes.

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Technically I didn’t, because I’m not working from home. But it’s still funny.

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Absolutely. 2020 had kale written all over it.

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No one can make me drink Budweiser. Not even Covid 19.

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It’s such a simple concept.

Sigh.

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Time Traveler

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After reading a friend’s post a few days ago ( Hi Grace! ) I followed her lead and searched for the new words that were added to the dictionary the year I was born.

( Yes smart asses, they had dictionaries back then. The stone tablet pages were just harder to turn. )

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Let’s take a look shall we?

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I admit to having to look up anxiolytic…. which was stressful and might make me reach for one.

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Being the last year of the boomers, I was surprised to see it took that long for the phrase to be admitted.

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Baggie and banana seat? Both of those were featured prominently in my formative years…. and for completely different reasons.

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I only got halfway through the definition of bioturbation.

When I came to the defecation of sediment grains part? I figured I’d heard enough.

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But damn, call forwarding and call waiting? I don’t want to be blamed for those.

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Heartbroken.

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The beautiful stray cat we fell in love with and gave a home?

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Has been returned to his rightful owners.

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I think you can guess that wasn’t my choice…. but when you receive a call from the local police department, there really isn’t any way to avoid it.

Apparently his people had been frantically searching for him but aren’t active on social media and didn’t see my original posts about finding him. A friend of theirs alerted a lost animal site…

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And there really was no doubt.

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After the police gave me their phone number, I found this on my FB messenger.

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Damn.

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They live right up the road from us.

The guilt was strong, because I really wanted to keep him.

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But look, he has a twin brother.

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Double damn. There were worried children.

I had to call.

So I called.

They came, they thanked us profusely, they took their beautiful kitty, and yes…. I cried.

Now the house seems emptier than ever.

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And then there were shelves.

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Along with the 120 year old reclaimed barn wood chairs came 120 year old reclaimed barn wood shelves. Problem was the side you’re supposed to display was so dark it looked awful against the light walls and didn’t blend with the bar or chairs.

Solution? We flipped them upside down.

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And installed the railroad spike brackets.

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Talk about rugged! These shelves could hold an elephant…. but if you see a pink one wandering around, I’m shutting you off.

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Bottles were brought from the house for proper spacing.

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And then came the disagreement.

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I have a lot of bottles, which is why I had 4 shelves made.

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But now the husband only wants 2 on this side instead of the planned 3.

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When you’re mixing cocktails, variety is key.

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And I can’t put another one on the opposite side because, you know… short people.

I have more bottles that need a home. Stay tuned..

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Learn something new everyday.

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So I had to buy it.

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Because our weekly Scrabble games demanded it… and I’m tired of the husband getting mad when I tell him his word doesn’t exist.

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Hornito is a mound of volcanic matter?

I always thought it was a tequila.

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I admit to not knowing recta was the plural of rectum… and won’t comment on its proximity to the word rectory.

Nope. Not going there.

And speaking of Jesus…

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All this was fascinating but I draw the line here.

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Grr should not be an acceptable Scrabble word.

And grrrl?

Apparently it references a feminist punk rock movement in the Northwest called Riot Grrrl.

I call foul. And despise common usage additions to dictionaries.

P.S. don’t tell my husband.

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