After my husband cut the wood and dragged off the small branches from his apple tree butchering….
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We were left with a veritable apple graveyard.
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I filled buckets and totes and gave a large box to our friend but there were still hundreds on the ground.
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I love to bake and will occasionally dehydrate but I’m not a canner. Which means we had too many apples. I tried to gift them to our neighbors but they all have trees loaded with fruit this year as well.
Enter our town’s Facebook page.
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I was immediately flooded with messages and let 3 women come over and harvest the bounty. They all filled big buckets but there was still more on the ground.
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Perfect! The porcine owner showed up with her kids, buckets, totes, bags and a wagon. She totally cleared out the area and I thought how nice… their pet piggy will be happily munching on sweet treats. I asked her to send me a picture of the cutie and sadly realized that little piggy won’t be happy for long.
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*gulp*
I thanked her, but declined the offer. Come on, if you name him? You shouldn’t eat him.
Have you noticed the new trend in flour? They make it out of everything now. Back in my day you had Gold Medal and the only choices were 1 pound or 5. Now? There’s rice flour, almond flour, spelt flour and….
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Good grief, don’t people know the only acceptable alternative use of watermelon is margaritas?
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I saw this coffee table in Home Goods the other day and it made me wonder….
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Has caging misbehaving children and dinner guests now become acceptable?Because I’m fine with that.
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Crocs…the hideous abominations are everywhere.
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They’re basically the Honey Boo Boo of footwear and people need to stop wearing them.
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And fruit themed Crocs?
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Do nothing to alter my opinion of these pathetic plastic horrors. Please… for the love of all that’s holy, let these things die the natural death of outdated ugly footwear.
Like Jellies.
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They were hideous, but at least they had the decency to die.
After the landing rebuild fiasco, I thought my husband was done for the day….. but then I heard the chain saw.
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And went outside to find that he had cut off the fallen section of apple tree we just had an arborist look at.
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I wanted to pay a professional to trim the trees properly and what I got was this…
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I swear how that man hasn’t killed himself is one of life’s biggest mysteries.
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I sputter at him to be more careful all the time, to no avail…. but I figure I might as well video his escapades in case the life insurance company needs documentation for my claim.
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The afternoon was spent cleaning up the mess.
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And our poor tree did not look happy.
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But at least there’s a nice wheelbarrow full of applewood….
Many projects are underway at Casa River and much thought is being put into them.
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The little deck landing my husband threw together from leftover brick pavers years ago had heaved out of place and needed a little work.
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But instead of telling me about it so I could purchase new stones that actually fit and lined up properly…. he asked a friend to help while I was picking apples.
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It’s been a banner year for fruit up this way and our trees are bursting.
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I see….. pie!
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The downed section of tree was a bonanza.
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Back at the unsupervised project?
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Things were not going well.
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And now we have a landing with faded bricks that is just a bit less than square.
Yes, I finally chose a beer to tap. Naturally it was the most expensive one out there at literally twice the price of my husband’s.
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But look how much more fabulous my tap handle is.
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Duchesse de Bourgogne…. a richly textured sour red Flemish ale with a chocolate top note and wild cherry undertone. Brewed in Belgium and aged in oak barrels for 18 months, it’s pure heaven!
And the husband hates it so it’s mine. All mine.
*cue the evil laugh*
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Look at this handle. I mean really, it doesn’t get much better than that.
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Except for the fact mine towers over the husband’s. That’s pretty sweet as well.
The combination of marshmallow fluff and cream cheese is enough to make me hurl, but I suppose it’s an appropriate name. Eat enough of that and your booty will definitely be dipping.
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If you’ve been in or around the military you’ll be laughing right now. If not, please continue reading.
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A talking pear?
Damn it… now I’ll have to go out and listen to ours.
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There’s no reason for this chicken. He just made me smile.
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That’s one bottle that will not be making it’s way into the man cave bar.
I found these on the grocery store shelf a while back….
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And I swear my arteries hardened just walking by.
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After posting this on Facebook, I was assured by numerous people duck fat is a perfectly delicious way to cook potatoes. And while that may be true, I’m still passing on that giant jar of pork lard.
I’m sure I must have seen other movies before this one… we had a lovely old fashioned theater in my hometown complete with velvet covered balcony seating… and I’m sure my mother took me to all the Disney classics, but the first film I have full actual memories of seeing is The Poseidon Adventure.
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It was 1972 and Irwin Allen’s gigantic blockbuster disaster movies were all the rage.
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The premise was simple. Assemble a huge cast and blow them up. Or burn them down. Or in this case, sink them.
I’ve seen the film many times since then ( not by choice, because the husband is always tuned to the old turkey channel ) but my first time will always be special… because I was with my dad.
My late father was not a movie person. Hell, we didn’t even have a television in the house when I was young and when we finally did get one …. it was banished to a small rarely used room.
But on that day my mother was busy and my father offered to take me to the movies. I was an only child, a total daddy’s girl and the mere idea of it was heaven.
We picked the perfect seats and had the perfect snacks. (Hot buttered popcorn and Milk Duds in case you’re wondering) The lights dimmed, the music swelled and I settled in for a wonderful afternoon. I chattered like a magpie in the beginning and my father patiently and quietly answered all my inane questions.
Then it was happening. The actors were in place, the music changed to something ominous and then… the wave. The huge wave was about to sink the ship! It was loud! It was thrilling! People were screaming! Oh, the horror! I glanced over to gauge my father’s reaction to the cinematic magnificence before us….. and saw that he was sound asleep.
I didn’t have the heart to wake him… he worked long stress filled hours as the Vice President of a stock brokerage firm…. so I sat silently and watched the rest of the movie by myself.
He roused near the end, and pretended to have seen the whole thing. I pretended to believe him. And after all these years, it’s still one of the silly little memories of him that makes me cry.
So how about you?
What was the first movie you remember seeing.
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