News you can’t use.

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And really, why would you want to?

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This begs the question why.

But on second thought, I don’t think I want to know.

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The remedy for overly salted Spam should be the same for everyday, run of the mill Spam.

Throw it out!

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I’ve been reading a lot about extraordinary fungus lately.

I also watch The Last of Us…. so this troubles me mightily.

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I don’t care for chimps. This can just be another reason why.

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Great. Like we don’t have enough to worry about already.

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Are there people too dorky to season their food? This seems like an awfully low bar for AI applications..

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As one does.

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A few chuckles.

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Our farming neighbor across the street has a sense of humor.

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Winter can be long in Maine.

It helps to laugh.

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What is it they say…

Necessity is the mother of invention.

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A squirrel, on a squirrel statue.

It’s not often you find that kind of symmetry in life.

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Anyone else old enough to remember these little torture chamber boxes?

Research was time consuming when I was young.

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There must be starfish in Washington.

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I love animals and enjoy learning quirky facts about their remarkable lives.

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Not exactly subtle, but it sure beats yo yo dieting and spending hours getting ready for that first date.

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This doesn’t surprise me at all. AI has a long way to go when it comes to simple tasks.

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Brainless? Seems like there’s a whole lotta of seawater being pumped through Washington these days.

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Owls rock.

We rescued an injured barn owl years ago and took him to an avian shelter for treatment. I rode in a car for an hour with an owl on my lap! It was a once in a lifetime experience.

💕

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Let’s play.

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You know the drill.

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My predictive text is always giving me weird suggestions when I don’t want them. Let’s see what it has to say when I do…

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I don’t, but okay.

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Do I?

I have a lot of it, but I’m going to say no.. I probably don’t need more pictures of it.

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Third time’s a charm.

I’ll go with that.

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What does your predictive text think you really need?

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Things I will not be buying for Valentine’s Day this year.

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When you’ve been happily married for 41 years, Valentine’s Day passes quietly. A few cards, some flowers and a kiss usually suffice. We tend to avoid the overcrowded restaurants offering kitschy two for one meals and definitely bypass heart themed gifts.

Like these made for men.

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Laser engraved meat.

How romantic.

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Because nothing says I love you like highly salted and over processed meat petals.

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Yeah..,

No.

I won’t be giving my guy any of these items, but please make sure to blog about it if you do.

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Did you know…

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The space between your eyebrows is called a glabella and the vertical groove that runs from the top of your upper lip to the base of your nose is called the philtrum.

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I didn’t know this, but now I do. Learning new words is fun.

Let’s continue.

The way it smells after the rain is called petrichor.

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I didn’t know there was a word for this, no less a chemical formula.

And thanks to the wonders of language?

The plastic or metalic coating at the end of your shoe laces is called an aglet.

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But I’ve saved the best for last…

The rumbling of a stomach is called a wamble.

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I wamble every now and then, and now that I have the correct term to describe it I shall be announcing the fact to all those in close proximity.

Life is good.

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He tries. He really does…

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My husband is always on the road, always out and about. Since he’s newly retired and bored out of his mind? He runs errands. The other day he told me he was going to stop at the grocery store on the way home and asked if I wanted anything.

I requested one item… Panera’s Everything Bagels. Simple enough, but I made sure to describe them fully and wrote the name on a post it note because I’ve received a lot of items I didn’t want in the past by not being specific.

A few hours later, he came home with this.

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When he saw my face and realized that wasn’t what I’d asked for, he explained he ran into an old friend in the parking lot, talked for half an hour (shocking, I know) and forgot to take the post it into the store with him… but he remembered I said it has seeds on the top.

He tried.

❤️

The next day he had a dentist appointment and stopped at the grocery store afterwards.

He came home with this:

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Better – they were bagels, and the right brand but plain not everything.

He tried.

❤️

A few days after that I’d forgotten I even wanted bagels, but he came home from breakfast with this :

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Right brand, right seasoning, wrong shape.

Bless his heart… you should have seen his face when he realized that wasn’t quite right either. “I give up” he said.

0 for 3.

But he tries.

He really does.

❤️

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News you can’t use.

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No one can.

But here we are…

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John Bobbit is green with envy.

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And all these years I thought it was a reusable appendage.

Who knew?

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I’d rather not, but thanks.

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I’m guessing that would be chicken.

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I know wine improves with age, but urine…?

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Those would have been some seriously disappointed builders.

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I watch The Last of Us, that’s not all the fungi could be doing.

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This is impressive, considering he died almost a year and a half ago.

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But dead or not..

It’s hard to disagree.

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Random rambling…

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Our Coopers Hawk has been visiting the backyard again. He lands on the deck railing, in the apple trees, on the telephone pole and on his very favorite spot…

The bird feeding station.

It’s a shame he dislikes the paparazzi and flies away as soon as he spots me… but I did manage this rather nice photo.

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They’re so beautiful.

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The following is a notice from a Maine church… and while I’m not a religious person, I have to admit God Invented Chocolate is a great advertising gimmick.

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Clever marketing, that.

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Who makes these things?

When I’m craving sweets… I can guarantee you the last thing I’m reaching for is cabbage.

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There.

That’s better…

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Frittering away my time.

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If you’re on Facebook you’ve seen them. Good looking, easy recipes people are always raving about.

They’re virtually irresistible, at least to me.

I save them, gather the ingredients and wait for the culinary magic to happen.

Problem is, it rarely does. Because while these recipes always look wonderful? They never are.

Yesterday I wasted time with this one:

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Apple fritters!

What could go wrong?

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Turns out, everything.

They didn’t look or taste like fritters…. the color was off, the taste was sub par, the texture unappealing.

They were so bad it was almost funny.

Time after time I tell myself not to bother with Facebook recipes. I know I’ll be disappointed. But then I see a new one… and I can’t help myself.

Hope springs eternal.

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