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Let’s play.

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It won’t take long.

And you are already here.

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I think it was 1976…

Kean College, New Jersey.

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I told my parents I was at a sleepover with my girlfriend, but we really hitched a ride with her older brother who had extra tickets.

Bruce… and The E Street Band.

The Born To Run tour.

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It was early days and Bruce was just starting to make a name for himself. The venue was small but Clarence was in fine form and I loved every minute of it. (Having a crush on my friend’s older brother may or may not have had something to do with my enthusiasm.) It was a short concert by today’s standards… but I’m a Jersey girl born and bred.

It was epic to a 13 year old.

And it’s still my favorite Bruce Springsteen album. Thunder Road. Jungleland. Tenth Avenue Freeze-out….

It doesn’t get better than that.

How about you? Share your first concert experience with us…

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Commando … or no?

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Because only serious topics are discussed on this blog.

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I’m going to do something I don’t normally do here and share something personal…. so file it under ‘more than you ever needed to know about River’ and then call it a day.

When I get ready for bed, everything comes off before the pajamas go on. No sleep panties, no nighttime bra. Hell I can’t wait to rip that sucker off after wearing it all day, I’m certainly not putting on another one.

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This, as you may have guessed… was a ridiculous article.

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I am so not ordering The Penis Book from Amazon.

Uh uh.

No way.

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So there you have it.

Or don’t as the case may be.

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Someone is a little too interested…

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Our empty space was filled yesterday.

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And the arrival of our new dining room set was a definite hit with the furry four legged family member.

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He sniffed, he circled, he explored….

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Sometimes a little too much.

It seems like every time I left the room, this happened…

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Which is odd because His Lordship is very well trained not to jump on tables and countertops.

Until now apparently.

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Oh…

That can’t be good.

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Better pics later.

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Zeppelin greenery and superhero corn.

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I’m pretty sure this first photo is AI generated, but I admit it made me smile.

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Rock on philodendron Robert.

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Adamantium corn skewers.

Need I say more?

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I had a good laugh at this article because it would totally be something I’d do. Mystery solved why the poor little thing wouldn’t eat.

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I saw this diabetic coma inducing treat on the menu when we went out to lunch the other day. Talk about overkill…

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It would be worth making these just to be able to answer the question “ What are you bringing to the potluck?” with… Moose Farts, but I’ll leave it to the more adventurous cooks amongst us. (Please note that’s not the full recipe. Don’t make farts and blame me when they fall apart)

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Only in Maine…

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I love my state for many reasons.

Scenic beauty, fresh seafood and a huge selection of craft breweries to name a few.

But it’s the bizarre and completely quirky things that constantly reaffirm its perfection to me.

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No.

I’m not making this up.

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It positively screams for a meme.

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No doubt.

At least the male dorms…

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Perhaps the word crotch didn’t have the same connotation back then.

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And because I always do my due diligence when blogging about strange things, I punched “Katie’s Crotch Road” into my map app.

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It does indeed exist.

Though my iPhone seems a little puritanical when it comes to spelling.

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Forget the plastic surgery and anti aging creams…

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All you need is a tardigrade.

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The dude needs a manicure, but okay… I’m listening.

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At the rate my body is currently declining I would love to pause my biological clock. And if possible, reset it to age 29 when all my joints didn’t creak.

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That is one freaky looking fellow….

And is it me… or does he remind you of Robot in Lost in Space as well?

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Impressive, no?

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Sure, not physically. But the little guy could have survived Chernobyl… props for that.

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Sign me up for that flick!

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I have to admit the more I look at this critter …. the more I like him.

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I mean, come on….

He’s smiling.

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Admit it, you want one.

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Choking the cherry.

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During our last N’or Easter, my poor choke cherry tree took a hit.

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It’s an old ragged tree that was here when we moved in 20 years ago, but the blooms are lovely in the spring and the cherries are bright red in the fall… even if they are inedible.

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With all the rain and melting snow we’ve had, the high wind busted off quite a few limbs.

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So my husband went out to deal with the mess.

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And disturbed a few woodchucks who were sunning themselves on the stone wall in the process.

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It’s been a while since my husband has fired up the chain saw.

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And the fumes were toxic.

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But once the air cleared, my poor tree got a trim.

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And the wood shed got a pile of cherry.

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The urine apocalypse … part 2.

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Because you enjoyed part 1 so much.

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Good luck out running that.

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You might want to get an umbrella instead.

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Trillions of peeing insects would be enough to send me scurrying for cover.

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Their idea of Mardi Gras fun and mine differ greatly.

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While bugs don’t bother me, I have to admit I’m glad I’m not in the peeing path of their hatchings this year.

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Don’t drink bug pee.

Words to live by right there.

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So, yeah.

Have fun with that.

And please remember to blog the event.

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