Have you ever done this?

August 20, 2018 Rivergirl 23 Comments

I know better, and yet…..

Stomach rumbling, I sashay up and down the aisles tossing HoHo’s and Ring Dings in my shopping cart at will.

(If they called them Cellulite Starters and Butt Wideners I wouldn’t, so you see…. it’s really not my fault.)

I buy salad tossers I’ll never toss, fizzy fruited drinks I’ll never drink and worst of all…. more deli meat and cheese than a school cafeteria will use in a month.

Oh, the pressure of the deli counter!

You take a number, wait in line, peruse the 307 varieties of flavored sliced turkey breast and when it’s finally your turn? You can’t just order a 1/4 lb of roast beef and call it good…. can you?

(Well I can’t. Which is why you should all come to my house for lunch tomorrow. BYOB. Bring your own bread…. because I never seem to buy the correct corresponding amount.)

And the paper products!

Why can’t I ever remember if I need them? I always buy too many which results in episodes like this:

Note to self –

Never leave the closet door ajar when you’ve purchased too much Charmin.

To say he enjoyed it would be an understatement.

The beast was positively orgasmic.

And none too eager to relinquish his prize as I cleaned up around him.

Moral of the story?

Buying too much at the grocery store can not only be wasteful and expensive….

But bloody as well.

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Because Maine highways have a sense of humor.

August 19, 2018 Rivergirl 10 Comments

It’s not often that summer traffic makes me smile, no less laugh.

But that’s what I did yesterday when I drove by this flashing sign on I-295:

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So what’s up with Kale… and why does everyone want me to eat it?

August 18, 2018 Rivergirl 33 Comments

(Disclaimer – I am not a kale fan, and the popular leafy green will be heavily disparaged in this post.)

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I’m a good girl. I eat my veggies, green and otherwise.

Yes, Popeye I even eat my spinach.

Hell, I live in Maine… I have been served dandelion green and Nasturtium bloom salad and smiled. (Although I do draw the line at Fiddleheads, those slimy aborted fern fronds people in New England go beserk for every spring. If I’m going to ingest something I pick alongside the road it had better be blackberries. Preferably in brandy form. But I digress.)

Throw a little kale in my salad, fine. I won’t revolt. (Hell, if you smother it in enough blue cheese dressing, I will eat a brick)

But please…. stop trying to incorporate it into everything else.

My girlfriend served a big bowl of kale chips with French Onion Dip at a party. (Not cool…. bring back my Ruffled Lays.)

Another friend invited us over for an Italian dinner. Sweet! Until I saw the lasagna as well as the ravioli was stuffed with kale. (That’s just wrong.)

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I do not want your kale frittata.

Your kale burgers, your kale pie….

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And most of all your kale pizza!

That’s just sacrilege.

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The kale craze has gone too far.

Okay, it’s nutritious… but enough’s enough.

From now on I’ll be flying my new banner high and proud.

Long live Rocky Road!!

All hail Mint Chocolate Chip!

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For the love of all that’s holy….

Noooooooooo!!!!

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What the…… WHAT?

August 15, 2018 Rivergirl 16 Comments

Okay, so I know I’m not young anymore.

I’m not down with what’s hip or cool to the kids these days. (Proven by the fact I still say down with, hip and cool.)

But when I saw our neighbor’s son riding his bike yesterday….

I felt a tad bewildered.

Is this a thing now?

Or has the poor boy been swallowed by a giant lime green flesh eating amoeba?

I’m not on Instagram, so if one of those annoying Kardashian chickas has made this outfit popular…

Will someone please let me know?

Because otherwise the next time I see him…. I’m going to stand on our deck and throw darts to release him from his inflatable prison.

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Now that’s a birthday present!

August 14, 2018 Rivergirl 15 Comments

I’ve never been thrilled with celebrating my birthday.

I don’t want a party.

I don’t want to stand on a restaurant table and have waiters sing to me. What am I…. 3?

And please, don’t throw me a surprise party. If people jump out behind doors and furniture and scare me? They’re apt to get punched.

The older I get the less I enjoy the event, so a nice dinner out and some flowers is usually how my husband marks the occasion. But after seeing what my girlfriend’s hubby did for her?

I realize mine has been slacking for a long time.

This was her birthday present.

A convertible 442 Olds.

But the really amazing part was this was what it looked like when he first bought it:

Yikes.

A year long full restoration?

Now that’s true love.

💖

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A Booze Cruise….

August 12, 2018 Rivergirl 16 Comments

(The time honored Maine tradition that has very little to do with cruising and a lot to do with booze.)

This event was the annual “Blow off the steam of being a federal government employee” and trust me, a lot of steam escaped. My husband’s co workers may be Feds…. but they also know how to let loose.

The boat was two stories, with two full bars and a live band on the upper deck.

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My first clue that it was going to be a good time was the fact that we hadn’t even pulled out of the harbor….

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And were already doing the first round of shots.

We eased out of Portland…

And started cruising… (read, drinking) … in earnest.

We passed the Portland Breakwater lighthouse….

Which, for reasons unbeknownst to me, is called Bug Light.

The cruise was 3 hours long…. and let’s just say no one went thirsty.

The band was pretty good, even if their name was Rock Hard Johnson.

(Yes, you read that correctly. They might have been good, but they certainly weren’t subtle.)

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Of course, when this drone flew over a booze cruise full of FAA inspectors… inside the illegal 5 mile from an airport radius?

Not everyone was pleased.

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At 3:00pm we slid back into Portland, past DeMillo’s… the city’s famous floating restaurant. The food is mediocre, overpriced and geared toward tourists but it’s a refurbished old Staten Island Ferry and lots of people love it.

So we had a great time… even though the weather didn’t cooperate.

Yes, it rained.

And no, no one cared!

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I am so that girl.

August 10, 2018 Rivergirl 20 Comments

I do.

I really do….

I love not doing it so much, I haven’t even attempted it since I first moved to Maine when I was a teenager.

(So I brought a lighted make up mirror and blow dryer along with my sleeping bag on that trip. Sue me… I’m originally from New Jersey. My idea of camping was a two story colonial on the lake with hot and cold running HBO… )

To this day I have a friend who asks me which tree stump I intend to plug my appliances into. (And it’s still not funny.)

Now don’t get me wrong, I’m a total nature lover and no shrinking violet. I will happily spend the day hiking and exploring God forsaken country. (There just better be a nice resort with a bar at the end of the journey… otherwise things are going to get real.)

Point of this blog?

We were invited to two events on Saturday. A camping trip…. ( no electricity, no toilet) and a booze cruise… (full bar and live band).

It didn’t take me long to decide.

Cheers!

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I drink and I know things.

August 8, 2018 Rivergirl 12 Comments

Really.

And it must be true because I have the t shirt.

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Game of Thrones reference aside, I do know some strange things.

Useless things – like Hitler’s favorite movie was King Kong.

And – in ancient Greece women counted their age from the day they were married. (If only!)

My husband calls me a font of useless knowledge, and I guess that’s true. Grasshoppers have white blood. (Are you impressed yet?)

Mind you, storing these eclectic facts in my brain has never done me any good. Knowing that Abraham Lincoln’s mother died because their cow ate poisonous mushrooms and she drank the milk may be fascinating…. but it doesn’t plump up a resume.

Kemosabe means soggy shrub in Navajo. (Makes you rethink his relationship with the Lone Ranger huh? You’re welcome.)

In Jasmine, Saskatchewan? It’s illegal for a cow to moo within 300 kilometers of a private home. (Wonder how many were arrested.)

Yup. That’s me. I rock at trivia and am completely worthless in real world applications.

In Taiwan women hire strippers to dance in their husband’s funeral processions. (My husband already asked. The answer was no.)

So yes, I carry around a lot of weird facts. (But a leech has 32 brains, imagine how much crap I could stuff in there!)

And I love learning new ones. I was thrilled to discover that Dr. Seuss invented the word nerd in his book “If I Ran The Zoo”…

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And I learned that right here on WordPress… on Roughwighting ‘s blog. (Many thanks, it’s a keeper.)

As for the drinking? Okay… I’ve been known to have a margarita or two.

But did you know Margarita means daisy in Spanish and the agave has to mature for 8 years before it’s ready to harvest? (See, I can’t help myself.)

I also can’t wait that long.

Cheers!

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A question for WordPressers….

August 6, 2018 Rivergirl 49 Comments

From a relatively new WordPressee. (Okay that’s not a word, so sue me)

I’ve been blogging for a while now.

Started with Yahoo 360 back in the day…

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(Admit it, you hear the yodeling)

And lived through their horrible experiment Mash.

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Let’s Mash?

(Let’s not and say we did.)

Moved on to Multiply…

Which instead of proliferating like rabbits as the title suggests, died a slow death and left me adrift.

I found Blogster…

Which had a great platform but a disinterested owner who let it become rife with trolls and go belly up with technical issues.

Yes… I’ve outlived more sites than I care to admit.

So now I’m here, feeling my way around.

WordPress has some wonderful writers, and a plethora of blogs way more interesting than mine. ( Although if you’re into watching someone wage war with woodchucks and the occasional Tequila bottle, I’m your girl ) (Okay, more than occasionally… geesh.)

But I have to admit I’m not feeling the sense of community I felt with other sites. No one stops by to say hello, or welcome you with a pie. ( btw, I like blueberry )

I can’t even implement the time honored tradition of poaching my friend’s followers because they’re not listed here. (What’s up with that!)

I’m in the habit of reading a post and commenting… even if I have no intention of returning for a second helping. ( Pie reference again, apologies )

So am I jumping the gun…. expecting too much connection, too soon? Or is this really the drive by of blog sites? I know you’re out there… I see the visitor stats.

And hey, our blueberries are almost ripe.

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