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Here’s hoping this one won’t suck as much as the last two…
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Happy New Year!
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News headlines I could happily have done without reading.
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It’s been a shitshow of a year hasn’t it?
While I normally roll with the punches, I have to admit sitting here on the last day of 2021 has got me a trifle depressed. Our lives have been put on hold for too long and I’m more than ready to disconnect the pause button.
With that in mind, reading the news probably wasn’t the best idea… but what the hell. How much worse could it be?
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*Note to self – don’t ever ask that question*
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Of course it will. I would expect nothing less.
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I’ve never been on a cruise, and to be honest that type of vacation never interested me. ‘Floating petri dish’ has done nothing to change my mind.
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Apparently NASA is going to rent space stations from private companies in the future. I don’t even want to know how many billions of dollars will literally go up in smoke when the current station goes poof.
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Is that what I look like in my skinny jeans?
Now I really am depressed.
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A recipe book for the rest of us.
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In general I’d say I’m a good cook. People like to come over for dinner, my dishes are requested at potlucks, and Lord knows my husband doesn’t complain. But every once in a while I’ll try a new recipe and things will…. how shall we say? … go astray.
I read the directions, I do just what they say… but the result is often inedible.
Perhaps I need this:
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I wouldn’t count on it, but let’s see.
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Who knew there was such a thing.
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Cheese? Good.
Kale? Bad.
Got it!
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I’m afraid I can’t follow that rule. Growing up with a father who died after his fifth heart attack… and living with a man who has had triple bypass, I don’t add salt to anything.
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Well, if the lobster says so… it must be true.
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Always read the reviews!
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After careful consideration… I decided I needed some festive chickens for next year’s Christmas display.
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I mean really, how could I not? They’re delightful.
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I have to admit I was a bit put off by the price. $63 per bird seemed a trifle much.
It was then I decided to read the product reviews and see if the clucking things were worth it.
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A bright light of nothingness? How could that be! They looked so wonderful in the ad.
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Well that is a seriously disappointing hen to be sure.
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It’s…. flat.
Exactly how flat?
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Flatter than my high C note when I’m singing in the shower flat.
And no one wants that.
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Let’s play.
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Come on…
It will be fun.
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I have to admit I got a kick out of reading the answers to this one.
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See?
Funny!
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Admit it…
You’re laughing.
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While mine won’t be as clever as those, here goes…
You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Sausage.
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Raindrops Keep Falling On My Sausage.
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Girls Just Want To Have Sausage.
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Your turn!
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A query.
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To tag or categorize… that is the question.
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As you know, I tend to be a prolific blogger. Since the global plague threw a monkey wrench in our retirement and travel plans… I’ve posted twice a day and disproved the old adage ‘less is more ’.
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But back to my question…
When you write a blog, do you tag or categorize? And what’s the difference?
My previous blog sites only offered tagging, so that’s what I’ve been doing since migrating here … but I’m wondering if I should categorize instead. Will more readers find my treasure trove of useless nonsense fascinating posts that way?
Dazzle me with your vast knowledge on the subject dear readers…
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To snow, or not to snow?
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We finally got a few inches of white stuff on the ground and I figured it was time to make Lord Dudley Mountcatten walk the proverbial plank.
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He was a bit hesitant…
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But made a mad dash to the shallow patches beside the house.
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When he hit the slightly deeper parts he looked back as if to say… wtf?
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After which he plonked the Royal butt down and refused to move. A few minutes of chilly bird watching later, he called it quits and ran for the house.
I’m calling this progress.
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She’s definitely back.
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The husband and I were chilling in the man cave a few weeks ago…
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When I noticed something on the floor…
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Knowing that he used that color insulation to block off the sliding barn doors during transformation, we investigated outside…
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And found proof that my nemesis is back.
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That little red bitch of a squirrel was back… and building (yet another) nest.
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A few pokes of the broom handle later…
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And down it came.
That’s the fourth nest in a year and a half. Two in the house, two in the barn.
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She’s persistent, I’ll give her that. But she’s also too damned destructive to let move back in.
Been there, done that. Still trying to fix the damage.
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Shop locally. You never know what you’ll find.
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I love our local Agway and the man who runs it. I go there regularly for bird seed, deer food and gardening supplies. And while the staff is always helpful and friendly… this week they were extra special.
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Best.
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Customer.
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Service…. ever!
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Let there be light.
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In a previous post I shared photos of the lamp my husband gave me for my birthday. And though I have no reasonable explanation why it should be so… that was not the first lamp I’ve received for the occasion.
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It started with this ridiculously expensive hand done reverse painted Fenton. It’s pretty, if a little froo froo for my taste.
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A few years later? Another froo froo reverse painted frosted glass lamp.
Did we require more bedroom lighting? No.
Did I have the heart to tell my husband I wasn’t overly thrilled with these floral ( and paisley! 😳 ) gifts? Again, no.
But somehow he got the hint and no girly lamps were given for at least 5 years. Because that was when he switched to stained glass.
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A definite improvement, but one must ask…
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How many lamps does one girl need?
And mind you, every time I receive one of these low level, don’t use a high wattage bulb or you’ll damage the shade! gifts I have to remove the existing enough light to read and not bump into furniture lamps. So basically, our home is a dimly lit cave.
Traverse at your own risk.
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God help me, this one looks like a giant fish scaled helmet.
I try to hide it behind a plant.
* Note to self – buy bigger plant. *
I’d like to tell you that’s all of them.
I really would.
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