Sunshine Blogger Award

 

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With thanks to  Nowhere Tribune  for the nomination.

He thinks my posts are fun…

So there!

 

 

Rules:

Thank the Blogger that nominated you.

Answer the questions.

Nominate new blogs to receive the award and in this case, ask them to list 5 to 10 random facts about themselves.

List the rules and display the Sunshine Blogger Award in your post/or blog.

Notify the nominees about it by commenting on their blog post.

 

Since my normal blogs are already filled with completely useless, random tidbits of my life this might be a challenge…. but I’ll give it a whirl.

 

1.   I can’t tolerate nuts in any form. Don’t hide them in my salad or ruin my ice cream with those nasty little things. And if you come near me eating peanut butter? I will don my gas mask and cover you in Febreze … blech!

 

 

2.    If I step in or on a boat…. and it moves? That boat is too small. I may live in Maine, surrounded by water, but I’ve been dumped in the ocean  (lake, river, etc.)  by too many canoes and punts in the past to venture out on anything tiny ever again.  Uh uh. In my 50’s? It’s all about holding on to my margarita while boating. Kayaks need not apply.

 

 

3.   In my teens, I snuck into a night club through a rest room window. No one was in the stall at the time… and thankfully, it was the ladies room. But I landed head first on the toilet and that’s never good.

 

 

4.  I have the feet of a 90 year old woman. People say I don’t look like my mother, but I sure as hell inherited her deformed feet. Bunions, the beginning of hammer toes…. I’m prematurely geriatric from the ankles down and a podiatrist’s wet dream.

 

 

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5.   As I child I never got to act in the class plays. While my friends were Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz? Or Betsy Ross on Independence Day? I was the narrator because I was always the only kid who could read quickly and correctly without missing a beat. Not nearly as much fun, but at least I didn’t have to memorize anything….

 

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Okay, he wins.

Grass is worse than narrator any ole day.

So there you have it, 5 randomly ridiculous things you might not have known about me.

Huzzah! Your life is complete.

 

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Of course having to nominate only 5 people off the long list of fabulous blogs I follow is the worst part…

I love you all equally. But rules are rules.

My 5 –

Angel Who Swears  because she is snark incarnate and I admire that in a person.

Wayward Sparkles  because she always makes me laugh, and sometimes snort.

The Rebel Fish  because I haven’t been able to figure out how Tim’s mind works yet, but I’m sure there’s an aardvark scrambling around in there somewhere.

Actual Conversations With My Husband  because she’s a little bent, and eavesdropping on their conversations is an absolute hoot.

Go Jules Go  because sharing the crazy journey she calls life is a rollicking good ride.

 

So if you want to play along, tell us 5 things we don’t already know about you.

And if you could care less?

I get it. Feel free to ignore me…

It won’t be the first time.

 

 

 

We will prevail….

 

Time for our annual battle with the flowering quince.

My husband hates trimming this bush. Hates it with a passion.

 

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The monster is covered in thorns and not easily tamed. Cutting a path through uncharted Amazon rain forest while being chased by pygmies with poisonous darts might actually be preferable.

Every year we do it, and every year he grumbles.

This year he suggested using the chain saw.

But I had visions of this:

 

 

And managed to dissuade him.

I started with the electric hedge trimmer…

 

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And managed to cut smaller branches away from the house.

 

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Then the husband brought the ladder and the muscle.

Quince bushes are hard wood, and mature ones like ours fight back.

I was tempted to suggest something like this:

 

 

 

But managed to hold my tongue.

While he was angrily hacking away at that, I moved over to the also out of control Burning Bushes.

 

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These turn a vibrant red in the fall and are much easier to trim.

But I didn’t get very far because hidden in between them and the boxwood? I found a catbird’s nest.

 

 

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No, not that kind.

 

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This kind.

 

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And I scared the poor mother right off it.

(Worry not, she’s back.)

 

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Avoiding the nest meant the bushes are still large, but at least you can see the windows now. The top half anyway.

As for the quince…

 

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My idea of a neatly shaped shrub differs greatly from the husband’s …

But he had a sharp implement in his hands and I figured I shouldn’t push the issue.

 

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Yes, dear.

It looks fine.

 

 

I wish WordPress had Smell-O-Vision.

 

I really do.

 

 

 

Because it’s apple blossom time at Casa River.

 

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And next to lilacs, they’re my favorite natural scent.

We had a long wet spring….

 

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And now even the smaller trees are bursting with blooms.

 

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Every little branch is covered in fragrant blossoms…. and when the breeze blows?

Pure heaven.

But since Smell-O-Vision isn’t available, you’ll have to take my word for it.

 

 

It’s that good.

Fun fact : Every tree we’ve planted in the past 15 years?

Dead.

 

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I don’t know why… they just died. Some lasted a few years, others mere months.

But this apple tree?

 

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The one I didn’t plant? That must have sprung up from a floating seed….

Grows 3 feet every summer.

 

 

 

And this year, it’s bee nirvana.

 

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Sorry..

I had to.

 

 

 

More baby chuckers!

 

Remember how I warned you there would be  more pictures of baby woodchucks than you ever thought possible  future photographs of our backyard wildlife?

It starts now.

 

 

Calm down, they’re babies and they’re cute.

How bad can it be?

 

 

In the evening, it usually goes like this…

 

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Mother woodchuck comes out to see if the coast is clear.

 

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And must give some kind of silent signal…

 

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Because before long….

 

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The little ones are scampering around everywhere.

 

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They love our deck and run back and forth so quickly it’s hard to snap a shot.

 

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Two of them chase each other around and love hiding under the grill cover…

 

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While the other two are busy eating deer grain.

 

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With their mother…

 

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Who is in serious need of an 18 hour bra.

 

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Sorry girlfriend, but it needed to be said.

 

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I know you can’t un-see that. 

Apologies.

Maybe this bit of cuteness will make up for it.

 

 

 

He doesn’t quite have the hang of it yet…

But he’s trying.

 

 

They’re persistent, I’ll give them that.

 

 

So I hadn’t checked my Spam folder for a while and was surprised to find 32 from the same sender the other day.

Oprol Evorter clearly wanted to get his/her point across.

It started out innocently enough:

whoah this blog is fantastic i love studying your posts. Keep up the good paintings!

Paintings?

I don’t paint… other than the occasional wall, but whatever.

 

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Excellent items from you, man. I have be aware your stuff prior to and you are just extremely wonderful.

I don’t think I’m that wonderful, but okay… if you say so.

 

 

 

I am impressed by the details that you’ve on this web site. It reveals how nicely you perceive this subject. You, my friend, ROCK!

Clearly he read my Arizona rock series.

 

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Hi my loved one! I want to say that this post is amazing, nice written and include approximately all important infos. I’d like to see extra posts like this.

Loved one?

How ’bout we dial that back a notch.

 

 

Yeah….

No.

Then, perhaps because I didn’t approve the comments…. things started getting a little strange.

My brother suggested I may like this blog. He used to be entirely right.

Okay, fair enough.

I’m not everyone’s cup of tea.

 

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But then…

Hello, you used to write magnificent, but the last several posts have been kinda boringK I miss your tremendous writings. Past few posts are just a little out of track! come on!

 

 

Ya gotta love it…

Everyone’s a critic. Even the spam.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Who knew they could break your heart?

 

We had a really wet, cool fall last year with a really wet, cool spring this year…. and it was rough on the landscaping. The blueberry bushes look punky, the rhododendrons are spindly and we had 2 deaths.

While garden deaths usually don’t make me cry, these did.

For those of you who don’t know, my mother died July of 2014 from Non Hodgkins Lymphoma, and it was rough. I’m an only child and lost my dad when I was 15. I never knew my grandparents.

She was my family. Pretty much all of it.

Mom hated the fuss of funerals and wanted to be cremated. Said it was up to me to decide what to do with her ashes. Since she loved spending time at our home and enjoyed our gardens, I planted a tulip tree with part of her nourishing the soil.

 

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The tree had been growing well since then, but didn’t survive the winter and spring. We had to remove it…. and I cried.

Cried.

Silly, I know. And yes, I can always plant another one, but somehow it just feels…. wrong.

Then there was the beautiful red rose our neighbor gave me to mark her passing.

 

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It was stunning, and always filled with riotous blooms.

I would walk by, think of my mother and smile.

I mean damn…

 

 

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The crazy thing would even bloom in the snow.

I figured nothing would kill it… and then we had a really cool, wet fall and a really cool, wet spring.

 

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Yeah.

The beauty that I’d been enjoying for years…. gone. Just like my mom.

And I cried.. again. I couldn’t help it.

But I decided to replace the rose.

 

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With this flashy lady.

 

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The blooms looked almost painted….

 

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Which made sense when I removed the tag.

 

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I’ve always loved impressionist paintings, so that felt right.

 

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Fingers are crossed this one does well.

I think my mother would have approved.

 

Judge not lest ye be judged.

 

Excellent advice…. which I clearly don’t take.

I have a friend who’s always talking about her Meyer Briggs test results. She had to take the quiz when she wanted a promotion at work because her employers needed to know if she was management material.

If you’re not familiar…

The purpose of the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator® (MBTI®) personality inventory is to make the theory of psychological types described by C. G. Jung understandable and useful in people’s lives. The essence of the theory is that much seemingly random variation in the behavior is actually quite orderly and consistent, being due to basic differences in the ways individuals prefer to use their perception and judgment.

 

Not being considered for promotion, (unless being upgraded to your favorite blogger counts) I decided to find the free versions online and take a stab at finding out what kind of personality I am.

 

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Test #1

My results:

 

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None of my preferences were strongly one way or the other, which must mean I’m drab and quite tedious.

 

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A breakdown –

 

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Hmm… I’m a benevolent pedagogue who manipulates others with my unique salesmanship.

The definition of a pedagogue is a dull or pedantic teacher. Not exactly how I see myself, but online quizzes can’t be wrong.

 

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Test #2

My results:

 

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Not sure that’s the best likeness…. but I’m carrying cake and a book, so maybe it’s not too far off the mark.

 

 

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Quiz #2 shows me to be extroverted as well…. and feeling over thinking, though by much wider margins.

 

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Not quite sure what they mean by a turbulent identity, but it sounds badass…

So I’ll take it.

 

 

Test #3

My results:

 

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Another extrovert result, and apparently I talk too much.

Sorry… but that’s not exactly shocking.

 

 

 

 

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This quiz had me going both ways for cognitive style.

 

 

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And dead even for thinking over feeling.

 

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But the last part?

 

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Wow….

I’m a judgemental bitch if ever I saw one.

 

 

 

I also sound uptight and anal.

 

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Good thing I don’t take these things seriously, because from the sounds of that profile I’m a robotic taskmaster with a whip.

Of course, the whip thing could be interesting…

 

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Or not…

 

 

Random things I saw today….

 

In the parking lot of a restaurant I saw –

The best damn car seat covers…

Ever.

 

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If these don’t stop your mother in law from asking you for a ride?

Nothing will.

At Goodwill I saw –

 

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Technically no, Richard…. no one said sale.

It’s just thrifting.

 

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But may I say…..eeewww.

Clearly there is no quality control in the thrift store business.

This was a sleeve of a blouse with hair covered velcro on the end.

Why did it have hair covered velcro on the end?

 

 

It’s Goodwill. How the hell should I know?

And finally I saw…

 

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A full grown pregnant doe terrified of a chipmunk.

He was sitting on the edge of the stone wall, chipping… as chipmunks are wont to do.

And she wouldn’t come any closer.

 

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I don’t speak chipmunk, but maybe….

 

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He’d had a bad day.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Because I promised I would….

 

Squirrels.

Love ’em or hate ’em, you have to admit they’re marvelously clever and acrobatic creatures. Entire industries are built on deterring them from raiding our bird feeders, but squirrels?

They train for it.

 

 

Personally, I enjoy their antics and figure anyone who works that hard deserves a few seeds and nuts.

So as promised, here are a few of my favorite shots over the years.

When we moved to our house in 2002 it was a wasteland of gardenless grass, so I stuck a quick pole in the ground with a feeder.

 

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It didn’t take long for a squirrel to find it.

 

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Reaching it was a little harder.

 

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But eventually he got there.

 

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Although he had a hard time accessing the seed…

 

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It didn’t beat him.

 

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And he happily ate hanging upside down.

 

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Mind you, we have a large open backyard and the winds blow like downtown Chicago so a lot of the feeders actively swing.

 

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Which is what this one was doing. Back and forth, back and forth, with a squirrel happily perched inside and enjoying the ride.

 

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This one didn’t mind sharing the feeder with an orange.

He just used it as a cushion.

 

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Here’s another upside down eater.

 

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Maybe he was raiding seed…maybe he was doing handstands.

Tough call.

 

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Either way, I’m in awe of the leg muscle it takes to hang like that.

 

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This feeder posed a challenge at first.

 

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And for a while all he could do was hug it.

 

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But after a day or two?

 

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Upside down munching.

Squirrels….

 

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Is there anything they can’t do?

 

 

Apparently not.

 

Just throwing this out there.

 

I rarely blog about anything religious or political.

I have friends on both sides of the aisle. Left and right, liberal and conservative, atheist and Christian. Thankfully I’m an adult who can agree to disagree without coming to blows.

 

 

I don’t engage in Twitter wars or Facebook diatribes.

 

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Although truthfully, it’s been an eye opening experience to see how some of my oldest and dearest friends really feel.  Did I ever know them, know them?

Apparently not.

That being said, the recent attacks on women’s reproductive rights has me incensed enough to post this:

 

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Okay, it’s a little in your face, but basically on point.

Sorry gentlemen, but if you could get pregnant? The world would have drive thru clinics on every corner.

Yes, I’m pro choice.

And I don’t want to start a 350 comment battle of hate on the issue of abortion. But my mother had an illegal back alley procedure in 1943. She was 20 years old, in love for the first time and very naive. The man she thought would marry her…. paid for her to take of it instead. The “doctor” used dirty instruments. She hemorrhaged, almost bled out and had to be rushed to the hospital with a raging infection. Years later, when she married my father and tried to have children… she had 5 miscarriages because of that awful experience. I was her 6th and final pregnancy. Her late in life miracle child.

If the idea of abortion is abhorrent to you? I get it.

Don’t have one. No one’s forcing you..

But the current climate of gender inequality is trying to force women back into those horrible dark rooms…. and that makes me sick.

There.

That’s off my chest.

Now back to your regularly scheduled nonsense.

Tomorrow?

Squirrel acrobatics.