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Sharing some things that made me smile.
I saw the first Baltimore Oriole of the season yesterday and rushed to fill the feeder before they move on.
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They’re such glorious bursts of winged color I try to keep them around as long as I can.
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Perfect for that new Stephen King book.
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Because Lord Dudley Mountcatten always makes me smile.
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This would definitely make me smile.
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Bluebirds.
Always pretty, always look mean.
What have they got to be mad about?
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Sometimes you just need a stupid laugh. And I found quite a few the other day when this stupid page appeared on my Facebook feed.
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And yes, they’re as delightfully bad as you’d expect.
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I’m guessing that won’t be easy listening.
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Wow.
And you know he was proud of that hair.
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That’s got to hurt.
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I’m guessing Jesus would pass.
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I like to think I have a wide and varied knowledge of music… but I have to admit, this album escaped my notice.
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There is a platypus on our spare bed.
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If you’re wondering why, I have one word. Hysterectomy.
And the two word reasons for these?
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Renal arteriogram and uterine artery embolization.
Okay… that’s actually five, but you get the idea. Every time I go into the hospital my husband buys me a stuffed animal for company.
They’ve been on our beds for years but it’s only recently that Lord Dudley Mountcatten has decided the platypus makes a good snuggle buddy.
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Most afternoons you’ll find him here, napping with his new friend.
At times it’s hard to tell where he ends and the platypus begins.
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But whatever you do, don’t disturb his slumber.
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There will be Hell to pay.
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With thanks to whoever introduced me to Goodreads… Mark?… I’m really enjoying the app and being able to keep track of all my books.
The option to connect with friends and fellow reading obsessed people is fun and the reviews are helpful.
But… you knew there was a but… then there’s Gregg.
I have no idea who Gregg is but he found me on the site and keeps sending friend requests which I continue to deny.
This is Gregg.
And while most people say a little something about themselves and their reading habits, Gregg took a different route. A rather desperate I’m striking out on eHarmony and Tinder so let’s troll Goodreads for chicks route.
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Don’t believe me?
Check out his friends list.
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Notice anything strange?
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There’s a decided lack of testosterone here.
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And if you still need more convincing?
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Gregg doesn’t seem to be much of a reader either.
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I dare you not to smile at this story.
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We’re often in Brunswick and I have to say, I’m sorry I missed Chuck.
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I’d go bar hopping with that handsome fella any day.
P.S…. don’t Google ‘beaver meme’ first thing in the morning looking for a featured image.
No good can come from that.
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Before joining Goodreads I never gave much thought to how much I read. I knew it was a lot, books are stuffed in every nook and cranny of our house and my Amazon deliveries are epic. But I don’t keep all the books I’ve finished… I couldn’t, they would literally bury me… so I never did a yearly count until now.
Goodreads has a annual challenge where you set a goal and check off as you go.
My prediction of the number of books I’d read this year was slightly off.
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I thought 75 seemed like a good number… but clearly it was a little low.
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It’s early May and it looks like I’m 50 books ahead of schedule.
Oops.
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Because there’s simply so much of it…
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I’m not sure I need a reason other than the title, but thanks all the same.
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Now that’s one seriously old clam. How he avoided the chowder pot for that long is impressive.
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My only question when reading things like this is… why?
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Finally, a prescription I can get on board with.
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Just a couple of things that made me smile.
Like this picture of a receipt from our local pub one of the bartenders posted .
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I’m afraid to ask what she did to deserve that kind of tip….. but kudos to her all the same.
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Cats.
Proof positive you can nap anywhere.
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I know what to do.
Run!
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No doubt about what they sell here.
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This photo popped up in my Facebook memories the other day and made me cry.
Our beautiful boy Huffington. A stray who wandered in, stole our hearts and was tragically run over by a car two years later. As a pet lover you always hate to say you have a favorite, but this guy was special.
And to be honest? He got more use out of that exercise bicycle than we did.
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We’ve had some seriously weird clouds recently so you know I had to stand out in the middle of the backyard and photograph them.
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The pictures don’t really do justice to how strange they were …
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But it will give you an idea.
The next day? I saw this..
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Their photo is much more dramatic, but we’re a good 75 miles from Gorham so the effect was probably lessened at Casa River.
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Still beautiful though.
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As I mentioned a while back, my husband purchased a new weed whacker. He’s always had great big gas powered things, but with the ethanol additives in fuel and our cold winters it seems they’re always breaking down and dying.
This time around he went battery operated because he bought this brand’s battery hedge trimmer last year and loved it.
Naturally, he put it together in the living room… because that’s what one does.
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Excited to try his new toy, upon completion he took it outside and starting whacking the first thing he saw… grass along the edge of our garage.
You know, the section you see immediately upon exiting our kitchen door.
Apparently my spouse did not realize the power of his new tool because…
This happened.
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Yup.
He weed whacked a nice long strip of the vinyl siding.
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Ain’t that just ducky?
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