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Our big boy was back the other day.
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He’s the son of the truly impressive 14 point buck that lived here for many years.
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Junior has a weird antler pattern this year and is standing at 9.
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Though the fact he still even has his rack in early March is bizarre.
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He currently leads a harem of 7 does and 5 youngsters. Big boy has been busy.
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Invisible exercise is my favorite kind! Yes, I did 100 sit ups and 75 squats… didn’t you see me?
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I saw this on my town’s Facebook page and must investigate further. There are emus in the vicinity? Why was I not informed!
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Traumatize children and ruin Easter in one easy step. Yikes!
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I’m not sure a photograph was an entirely necessary accompaniment to this headline, but what has been seen cannot be unseen.
You’re welcome.
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Mother Nature can’t make up her mind and we woke up to a late winter wonderland again.
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The weather report predicted a dusting, we got 8 inches.
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The rhododendrons had horns.
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The bird feeders, hats.
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Even the kissing ball Mainers leave out until April had some white frosting. Clearly spring is a long way off..
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Family Dollars are popping up all over our state and I can’t stand them. They move into small towns, flood the populace with cheap goods and drive all the quirky independent stores out of business. There’s one in the town next to us and I refuse to shop there.
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Now I have an even better reason. Ick!
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That seems a bit extreme. Even for the south…
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And we need to know this why?
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Damn. I hope he was well paid…
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It’s been a long time since I’ve seen Facebook agree on anything. But the crisis in Ukraine has my far right friends posting the same images as my far left friends… and they all break my heart.
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I can’t even imagine what these poor people are going through.
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And though I know it means less than nothing…
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I posted that photo with hope in my heart that this terrible tragedy will be over soon.
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I could never leave my pets behind. Ever. Hell, I refused to evacuate for a hurricane when the eye was headed straight for us in coastal Carolina. We had 5 cats, a cockatiel and a duck, no hotel on earth accepts that. (And yes, the duck spent the entire storm in the bathtub. Safe, sound and quite happy.)
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You have to love a dove with pin point aim.
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My husband has a weakness for health food stores. Does he eat healthy? Not unless I force him, but he loves to stroll the weird item laden aisles all the same.
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Whipped cream or whipped rice? That’s a no brainer for me, but I suppose someone might buy that sorry excuse of a substitute.
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I really wanted to buy this bizarre looking fruit… But the husband balked at the price. Good grief, it’s named after a hand.
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If that isn’t worth a little extra scratch I don’t know what is.
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He’ll bitch about high prices but then go get a ridiculously small container of freshly churned peanut butter. Probably because he knows I won’t eat it.
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Worst waste of money that day? This cleverly marketed bag of dried fruit. I love kiwi, so I bought it.
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They weren’t lying, it’s ugly. And completely unpeeled. Who the hell wants to eat that!
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We spotted this framed letter in the antique mall we spent all damned day in visited recently.
I’m really hoping it’s authentic, but if not?
It’s still a funny read.
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I’m a Led Zeppelin fan from way back so when I stumbled across this new version of their classic song performed by artists and musicians from around the world spotlighting climate change?
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I had to share.
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After a verrrrry long day at the antique mall from Hell my husband came home with relatively little in the way of treasure.
I was all for buying an antique wall phone to hang in the man cave and a vintage steamer trunk to use as a coffee table, but no. He wanted none of that.
His final purchases?
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An old wooden egg crate. Do we have egg laying chickens? No.
Moving on…
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The seven pieces of ephemera it took him two and a half hours to find.
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Did we need this classically decorated snake oil salesman’s card that claims to cure cholera?
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I think not, but we own it anyway.
Since my barn phone and steamer trunk were vetoed, I only came home with a handful of vinyl.
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Though one of my selections has a specific purpose.
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My husband went to Woodstock. The largest, greatest rock and roll event in history… he was there on day one.
For about half an hour. He walked around, didn’t like what he saw, and left. (If I had known this before we got married, it would have been a deal breaker.)
So because he turned his back on that once in a lifetime experience …. and kept me in that often cold and dark chicken barn antique mall all damned day…. I bought the original Woodstock album and will force him to listen to it. Over and over again, while I slaughter him in Scrabble.
It only seems fair.
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My neighbors are the helpful sort and with the whiplash weather we’ve been having lately, everyone’s been posting ice charts.
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Mainers love to test the ice, but knowing your limits is important.
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Very lucky indeed. He’s a gorgeous fellow.
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A tarp wrapped plywood circle in the woods. But look, it has a porch! What a deal.
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The owner lives two doors down and says Junior here goes wherever the belly rubs lead him.
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