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My husband’s brother posted a few photos on Facebook after our last big snow storm.. and though he lives in a old farmhouse north of us and has a lot more property than we do? I was surprised at just how run down he looked after finishing his snow blowing.
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Yup.
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There’s one in every family.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten is not thrilled with snow and shoveled pathways.
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Winter walkies are lasting approximately 2 minutes these days.
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Spotted this in the crap cave cellar the other day but was unable to peruse the contents as the husband had it sealed in plastic. From the look of the cover, my idea of hippies and their idea of hippies are two different things.
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While I don’t usually share recipes… I tried this one the other day and thought it was quite tasty, as well as easy to make, so here we are.
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Saw this grill set in a store the other day and thought they must have been made with Shaquille O’Neal in mind. That’s my foot for size reference.
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Talk about a big burger. Damn.
And lastly, here’s Lord Dudley having his morning coffee.
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Don’t worry, he doesn’t really drink any… just tries to lick the residue of cream.
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The giant N’Or Easter predicted to slam the Maine coast came and went yesterday with admittedly high winds…. but not nearly the amount of snow they were promising.
The weathermen said a foot, we got roughly 4 inches. But it was the heavy wet crap that weighs down tree branches which then take out power lines. And at 9:00 last night?
Poof.
We woke up to darkness and no electricity today.
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Thank goodness for a fireplace. It doesn’t heat the whole house but kept the living room a toasty 63.
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And thank goodness for powerful battery operated lanterns that light up the kitchen so His Royal Highness can be fed.
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Turns out the problem was right next door where a tree fell on the main line that feeds the whole road. The power company was out early …
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As was the husband… who won’t use the snowblower when it’s heavy and wet because it clogs the auger. It was still snowing when I took the picture so his newly cleared driveway was filling back up behind him. Why didn’t he wait till it stopped?
Because we had no power, which means no satellite, which means no television. He was bored.
Thankfully the power came back on late morning and nothing in the freezer or fridge was lost. The temperature is supposed to be 48 tomorrow so it will all melt again.
I swear I have winter whiplash this season.
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The culprit. The wind lifted it right out of the ground…
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We love visiting the National Parks and always appreciate the helpful Ranger Service that provides excellent directions and local history.
When we were taking in the natural splendor of the Great Smokey Mountains Park in Tennessee and viewing a herd of elk?
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A Park Service employee was right there to answer our questions….
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And make sure I didn’t get a close up photo.
We saw bear in the park as well…
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Though no one was around at the time to give us this helpful advice.
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I can’t say that would ever have crossed my mind, but then again I’ve never been chased by a bear after my girlfriend broke my favorite martini glass…
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Oh, alright.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten is an exemplary feline with very few destructive habits. When he first agreed to cohabitate with us and let the husband and I be his slaves… he did however choose one chair to sharpen the royal claws. Not wanting to have shredded upholstery, his minions shopped for an alternative.
But when… after 4 replacement items were tried and rejected … an acceptable substitute scratching post was purchased? He transferred activity there and has been happily loyal to his sisal ever since.
As you can see, His Lordship gives it a workout. Which is why he has to have one with a weighted base so it doesn’t tip over and scare him back to the chair.
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His servant has repeatedly glued, tied, cut and attempted to fix the damaged areas but came to the conclusion a new post must be purchased.
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Problem is, the favorite can no longer be found.
Oh! The horror!
After repeated shopping trips to every pet store in the area, Amazon was checked. And May I say… the selection was impressive. Had His Lordship wanted a palm tree …
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An orange…
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Or even a cactus it would have been no problem.
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Though I can’t say that cat looked too thrilled.
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A cherry? Sure…
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A giraffe that could swallow Lord Dudley whole?
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It could be his for a mere $265.
Hell, there was even a carrot.
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But what there wasn’t …. was the only plain, square, weighted base scratching post he wants.
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The search continues.
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Have you seen the advertisement for Amazon’s latest toy?
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I don’t know about you, but if my home has gone unmonitored until now, I say leave well enough alone.
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Do I need a robot following me from room to room?
Of course not. That’s what cats are for.
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Is it me.. or does the blink make this robot look like a demented duck with an open beak ?
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A periscope? That might come in handy if my husband is trying to sneak another piece of crap into the house… but still, no.
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Nope.
Lord Dudley Mountcatten would not enjoy that at all.
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Waking up to pure, pristine snow cover is a beautiful thing.
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Though it doesn’t happen often around here.
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If you need an answer to the question ‘did the deer come last night?’ … all you have to do is look.
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Stealthy visitors they’re not.
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And just because it’s lovely? Snow fog on the neighbor’s farm.
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Because the critters deserve equal time.
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I don’t know about you, but I could name a few people whose relentless sex drive gets them in trouble as well.
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Proof positive governments will tax anything and everything.
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“Permanent physical fusion”? Imagine if that had happened to you on that blind date back in the ‘90’s?
Oh, the horror.
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A parasite that doesn’t grow a pair of balls until after he’s attached to you?
I think we’ve all dated that guy at one time or another.
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Sweatpants.
Designed for athletic activity, lounging at home and … well, sweating.
While yours truly hasn’t worn a pair since the fiery heat of menopause started steering the Good Ship River, I know fancy trimmed sets are coming back in style and being worn in places other than the gym and your couch.
So if you’re wondering what one carries when strutting their stuff in fleecy finery?
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The answer seems to be a $38,450 purse.
While I suppose it’s true price is relative to income… my $200 Micheal Kors handbag might seem outrageous to some… I’m thinking shrugging the equivalent of a new car on my shoulder might give me pause no matter what my W-2 says.
Thinking that was an utterly ridiculous sum to pay for a handbag I did a little research and found some bargains.
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Used for under $25,000?
What a deal.
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(Alright, it’s time for the disturbing image I promised. Consider this your warning. It’s perfectly alright if you stop reading now to save yourself the visual trauma.
Still here?
This image might be seared onto your retinas for days and I don’t want any whining or complaining that I sprung it on you unannounced.
Please have your eye bleach ready… you’re going to need it.
Okay.
If you’re still with me, the horror is on you.
When I compose a blog with only a few pictures I usually search Google Images for a funny related photo to set as the featured image. For this post I keyed in the word ‘sweatpants meme’ and I have to say… I was surprised at the penis-centric results that popped up. (Pun intended) I kept scrolling, looking for something G rated…. but found the following cartoon abomination first.
In keeping with the tradition if I have to see it, so do you…
( This is your last chance to run )
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Yeah.
I can hear you screaming from here.
Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
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Let me preface this post by saying I never win anything.
Ever. In my entire life.
Nada. Zip. Zilch. Nothing.
No stuffed animals at the county fair, no raffle ticket prizes, no free sandwiches at Subway (which is something to be thankful for when you think about it) Really… I don’t win anything. Ever. I may lead a charmed life but when it comes to contests, forget about it. I’m the black hole of doom when it comes to luck.
So when I downloaded the Goodreads app a while back and started getting emails about book giveaways, I thought sure…. I’ll enter but I won’t win. I never do.
Until I did.
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In the scheme of things it’s no big deal. Publishers give away free copies of new books to get feedback all the time.
But. I. Won. Something!
And my free book came in the mail yesterday.
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Me!
It would not surprise me to know the Devil is currently installing central air and handing out Popsicles.
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