I have two early memories and I’m not sure which one came first or how old I was.
1. Wearing a Halloween costume that I loved. It was a frog, a one piece green jumpsuit thing with froggie feet that I apparently saw no reason to take off. My memory is hiding from my mother under a table thwarting her attempt to make me change.
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2. Nap time at some kind of nursery/play school. Everyone had to bring a blanket or quilt or something to sleep on and my mother being my mother bought me a fabulously soft and thick mini rug shaped like Humpty Dumpty. It was the envy of all the other kids and some of the bratty little bastards tried to steal it. I cried, the brats had to sit in the corner and the teacher made my mother switch it for something more mundane.
I don’t do shots anymore. But back when I did, they were just that… a single shot of a single alcohol. But these days every time I turn around someone is posting shot recipes with multiple ingredients. If it has more than one? It’s not a shot, it’s a mini cocktail.
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That being said, where has Key Lime Liqueur been all my life? Yum.
When we lived in NC we took a neighbor’s child under wing. She had a single mother and a disabled brother and there was never enough time or money to let her enjoy the innocence of childhood so we stepped in with trips to the zoo, circus and beach. As well as emotional support, advice, a shoulder to cry on… and love. She was the daughter we never had and we love her still.
Every year she sends my husband a Father’s Day card and me a Mother’s Day card. This year I didn’t receive one and I admit it made me sad.
Until…
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There’s no way to correctly segue from a surrogate mother’s love to this…
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But it popped up my FB feed and I had to do a double take.
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It might be tasty, but I can’t say I like the name.
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Now that I’m prominently displaying the family silver in the open air, polishing is taking up a lot of time. I’m always looking for shortcuts but don’t want to damage my antiques.
Has anyone ever tried this?
I saw the video and it looked too good to be true…
Running up and down the driveway at lightning speed.
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They’re cute little fellows we rarely see on our property.
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A shorebird who often nests alongside fields..
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The killdeer emits a shrill shriek of a call and is famous for pretending to have a broken wing and luring predators away from its nest with its supposed injury.
The posts have sunken and hold up exactly nothing.
The previous owner, who instead of fixing it just added little filler squares of wood and caulked, left us with a mess. Thankfully the posts are not load bearing.
Which wasn’t the case when we torn down the kitchen porch a decade ago… as evidenced by this FB memory that popped up the other day.
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Clearly we like to live dangerously at Casa River.
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But back to the ridiculously small front porch.
It was next on the list for our contractor… tear down, dress up and replace. Except now the contractor is too busy with other jobs and doesn’t know when he’ll be able to get to it.
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So you know who has decided he’ll replace it.
Yes.
My husband, king of the jerry rigged construction projects said, “No problem.” which we all know is a lie. It will be a big problem from start to finish because I want a decent front porch, small and useless as it might be.
River's world..... 