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Local news from the great white north.
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So yes, there are drawbacks to living in colder climates.
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But on the flip side, some lucky chickens get to live indoors.
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This happens more often than you’d think in our town.
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Perhaps they’ve started a Union and are on strike?
“No pay?
No lay!”
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It’s well established that I am not a fan of that horrible green leaf called kale.
I don’t like kale chips or drink kale smoothies, so stop asking.
I won’t eat it and you can’t make me, no matter how constant the bombardment.
So imagine my horror when I saw the advertisement for this abomination of a product….
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No!
Not the children!
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A kale chew toy?
Wouldn’t that be more suited for a dog?
What the utter Hell!
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Here’s hoping this one won’t suck as much as the last two…
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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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