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I’m not sure what I did to deserve never ending pickle posts showing up on my Facebook feed, but here’s the latest batch of horrors.
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Gag.
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Once and for all… keep your pickles out pf my tequila!
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I’m from Jersey, which is next to Philly. We take our cheesesteak seriously …. this is a hard no.
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Word of warning – if you serve a pickle cake at your wedding? I’m getting you a clapper for a gift.
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That doesn’t even look appetizing.
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My husband and I spent a few hours in a darkened room yesterday.
And sadly, it wasn’t the least bit fun.
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The room was an ocular surgeon’s office and we were there because my other half is going to have a cataract removed.
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This was just the pre surgery exam, the actual operation is scheduled for early December… because that’s the first appointment the surgeon has available. It’s nice to have a competent and skilled doctor, but waiting is the downside of popularity.
I truly hope I’m never in this position because while I have no problem with surgery and being cut open… I can’t have anyone near my eyes. Ever.
I can’t even put drops in. I’m that squeamish. I’d never have gotten through this pre-exam without heavy sedation.
Nope. Uh uh.
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I took Lord Dudley Mountcatten out for a walk the other day.
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Or rather, I tried to… as all he wanted to do was sit.
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Granted we’d just had rain and things were a little wet, as proved by this photo of our newly completed deck I lined up and photographed.
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As this was happening, His Lordship spotted a woodchuck in the day lilies and it started squealing.
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I pivoted, climbed to the second step, took a picture and then the Tasmanian Devil I had at the end of the leash decided to wind around my legs and make a dash at the chuck. This resulted in me stumbling off the steps, getting wrapped up in the leash and falling butt first in the flowers.
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See the large depression to the left? That was me and my ever expanding posterior.
I’m not sure who scared off the woodchuck, but I’m guessing it was the sight of my giant behind coming straight at him that made him beat feet.
No worries. I picked myself up, dug around the bushes for my phone and went inside where all was well.
Until I woke up the next day with intense pain on the right side of my bad knee.
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Something’s torn or strained or pulled because walking is painful and flexing my ankle makes me grimace.
As you can see, Lord Dudley was completely unharmed.
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In all the years we’ve fed hummingbirds… 17 years in North Carolina and 21 years here…. we have never had more than two on a feeder at a time.
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They’re territorial little buggers and don’t usually tolerate companions when feeding. So when I snapped a picture of three hummers on the nectar together last week, I was thrilled and thought I’d seen something special.
And then yesterday I saw this…
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I have no idea why… but we are currently in the middle of a hummingbird population explosion.
Every day there’s a literal flock of the little darlings buzzing around our deck.
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I didn’t manage to capture a photo of the six, but I did get a few of these 5… which for me was an absolute delight.
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I don’t know what we’re doing right.. but I’m going to try and keep doing it.
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If you’re like me you don’t often pay close attention to the things you see everyday. So when I saw an explanation for the following company logos I have to admit they blew my mind.
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Did you realize the arrow points from A to Z because you can find everything on Amazon?
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Did you know you can spell the word Toyota from the shapes in their symbol?
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Did you see the g or did you always think it was just a smiling face?
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Those were all interesting… but this last one now makes it impossible for me to see the mountain any other way.
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Whaaaat!
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A buffet of carrots, green leaf lettuce and raspberries was laid this morning.
And before long there were two nibblers .
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Then there were three.
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And then things started to get interesting.
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Siblings.
Two legged or four, they rarely get along.
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The new deck has been finished and the final few boards have been put into place.
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We are pleased.
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And since our contractor finished this project late Saturday afternoon, we invited him out to the man cave / Barn Mahal for some liquid refreshment.
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I tried #3 of the 4 from the Wisconsin batch our neighbor gifted me when I cat sat. It was a cherry pomegranate sour from a brewery called 3 Sheeps. A nice combination of subtle pucker and fruit. Plus… it was pink. Who doesn’t love that in a beer?
After the first beer, the pool playing commenced.
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And as they played, I drank…
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Though my second round was a truly revolting way to end the Wisconsin craft brewery tour. A limp, bland completely uninteresting sour made with unripened grapes from a company called Bevy. If you live in Wisconsin, don’t bother with this one.
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No new visitor to the man cave escapes without playing Name That Tool, so even though it was 9:00pm and he was ready to leave… the game began.
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Our contractor did well, guessing four out of six. To date no one has named them all.
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All the news that’s not fit to print… but you know I will anyway.
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Sorry, if I had to see it… so do you.
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Gee, no. I can’t imagine that happening. You mean a programmed robotic fiancé who agrees with everything you say and finds your belching the National anthem charming isn’t realistic?
Who knew.
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Can you imagine living next to that Pepto Bismol monstrosity? I’d vomit on principle alone.
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Here’s a simple way… don’t buy them.
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For a society that always screams about invasion of privacy we’re pretty willing to hand over all our information.
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Be careful what you say in front of Teddy.
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No commentary, I’m just going to post these photos taken from our front porch the other night.
Enjoy the sunset.
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Because when I drool, I have to share.
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I haven’t tried this yet, but it sounds yummy and easy.
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Be still my heart….
I need to find these.
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This recipe I did try. It was labeled as a creamy shrimp scampi but in reality was more of a shrimp Alfredo. Seriously rich, but tasty.
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