I think my satellite radio is trying to tell me something….

I think my satellite radio is trying to tell me something….

Because some things you just can’t get enough of.

This is quite true, at least for me. I’m constantly amazed at the stories on social media of how productive people are being with their forced spare time. Amazed, and a little annoyed.
Stop it over achievers…
You’re making me look bad.

It was all right there…
We just didn’t see it.

If only I had stocked up.
My dream home in Tuscany would be that much closer.

Nothing.
Not a single thing…
It’s back.
The ongoing baby barn remodeling saga…. and for those of you just joining us? Consider yourself lucky you missed the first 300 episodes.
Winter is over in Maine, we think…. so work has begun anew.
On Saturday afternoon rotted wood was replaced.

And the silly man I’m married to tried to make everything square.

Look at him with his little level. Isn’t that cute?
If you remember anything from last year, you’ll know the terms level and square are completely relative when dealing with this nightmare of a building.

But hope springs eternal, and maybe sometime before we’re through that damned bubble will be in the right position.

The last of the Zip siding was installed…

And yes, that’s my husband’s back…. as he refused to smile for my camera.

I can never quite figure his modus operandi when he works on a project……. and wondered why he made his way from the outside in to meet in the middle.

This doesn’t usually bode well when you’re using a tongue and groove design.
I (oh so) helpfully told him this, but of course he paid no attention because I’m a woman and what do I know?

Well, yes.
As a matter of fact he is.

But when he tried to fit that last piece?
I admit it, I chortled while he cursed.
Which I enjoyed, because really… the world needs more chortling.

Apparently I did chortle a little too loudly because I also got the look.
Which, after 36 years…. he should know has positively no effect.

A little trimmed tar paper later and he called it day.
I’m speaking of the (oh so helpful) post I did the other day about that most wonderful product…… the butt mask.
I hate to say it, but I’m afraid that bit me in the ass.
You see, right after I posted it? I noticed I had a few new followers:

Not the shoe woman or the wine lover… those are totally understandable.
No, I’m talking about Pistol Pete.
Whose blogs are a little out of my area of expertise.

Am I ready for men’s thong underwear?
No, Pete. I most assuredly am not.
And if Pete wasn’t bad enough? I also picked up his alter ego Daniel Alexander.

I must not know about this.
Really. I mustn’t.

Nothing. There’s no occasion that calls for male G string underwear.
Office party? Nope!
Dinner with friends? Nyet!
Your mother in law’s birthday? Well, maybe….

I’ll throw this one over to my male readers.
What do you say guys… are they comfortable?

In closing, the moral of the story is….
Don’t blog about butt masks.

And say goodbye to Pistol Pete as fast as you can.
You knew where this was headed.

Our beautiful pair of foxes from last year are back.

Which means I’m laying in a steady supply of grain free vitamin filled dry dog food with taurine.

Along with fresh strawberries and blueberries.

Why?
Because a veterinarian friend told me that’s the best thing to feed them.
And because this:

Is only available for sale in England.

Let’s jump right in shall we?
porn
We are a group of volunteers and starting a new scheme in your community.
Your site provided us with valuable information to work on. You’ve done a formidable job and our whole community will be thankful to you.
I’m a little disturbed a group of volunteers named porn are starting anything in my community, no less a scheme.
But please, if they found valuable information on my site?
No thanks are necessary.

Titus Segler
Hello, i read your blog from time to time and i own a similar one and i was just curious if you get a lot of spam feedback? If so how do you stop it, any plugin or anything you can advise? I get so much lately it’s driving me insane so any help is very much appreciated.
This one is interesting, as it’s spam…. about not wanting spam.
You don’t often find that kind of symmetry in life.

Kenda Wimbush
And on the 8th day, the government starts screwing with our vacation…
Today, I went to the beach front with my children. I found a sea shell and gave it to my 4 year old daughter and said “You can hear the ocean if you put this to your ear.” She put the shell to her ear and screamed. There was a hermit crab inside and it pinched her ear. She never wants to go back! LoL I know this is totally off topic but I had to tell someone!
Thanks for sharing.
Not.

Coleman Calle
Hello! Someone in my Myspace group shared this site with us so I came to check it out. I’m definitely enjoying the information. I’m book-marking and will be tweeting this to my followers! Outstanding blog and terrific design and style.
Myspace?
Clearly this spammer is using a Tardis.

Tyler Torrance
Jennette’s Pier Part 2…. and some fish whispering.
Hi Jennettes Pier Part 2…. and some fish whispering.
Article is well written and is very useful.
Have you heard about this new way to make your baby fall asleep
in minutes? – http://bit.ly/Gets-Your-Baby-to-Sleep
Your baby is wonderful!! Kiss you All!
I’ve had a lot of nicknames over the years, but fish whisperer wasn’t one of them.
And my baby is wonderful?
Damn. I don’t even remember being pregnant.

OMG…
Junior!!!
Our resident chucker was a bit ticked off the other day.

He was out back in the sun, enjoying a few apples…

Happily posing for pictures….
And an hour later?
Bam!

One cold woodchuck.

We had a squall move in from out of nowhere.

And I’m sure he was rethinking the decision to come out of hibernation.

No, he wasn’t happy.

With the snow…. or me.
While I’m not a huge television person, I do tend to leave the husband to his own devices at night ( and by this I mean John Wayne and MSNBC, not self gratification ) and curl up in bed with a remote of my own on occasion.
More often than not? I’ll be watching some dry as toast documentary that no one else finds the least bit appealing.
Case in point?

Yeah…. I loved it.
And if you’re wondering why the husband and I have to watch separate tv’s?
I once made him watch a 4 part series about Kublai and Genghis Khan called “Mongol Horde… Storm From The East”. He fell asleep 10 minutes into every episode and still never forgave me.
On my current DVR list?

Forbidden History is my jam.
Juicy secrets from the past….. what’s not to love?

I just discovered Unearthed.
And have been walking through the Valley of the Kings, marveling over ancient Thebes and reading hieroglyphs from the Temple of Karnak …. in my pajamas.
You can’t beat that with a stick.

I also record PBS’s Nature.

And now want a pet Pangolin.

I mean really…

How could I not?
I know tax time can be a stressful time of year, even now when the deadline has been rolled back.
And I know some people are still anxiously awaiting their stimulus checks.
But please, can we all just take a breath and have a little common decency?
The following is a recent FB post from the mother of a friend of mine. She’s a widow in her 70’s who works for H&R Block at tax time to supplement her fixed income.
The fact that she even has to say this saddens me.

So please, calm down.
We’re all in this together.
Even the tax accountants.

You can thank me later.

I was flipping through a magazine the other day and saw this little blurb of a review.

Needless to say, I was perplexed.
Buttne?
Exfoliating ass masks?
Excuse me while I crawl back under my rock where such things don’t exist.

Yes…. it’s a real thing.
And according to the description? Will get your behind ready for prime time.

Here’s a helpful product review.

So if you’re looking for a new beauty regime… or if your posterior just needs a little freshening up?
You know who to thank.