I am so that girl.

 

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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!

 

 

 

 

I drink and I know things.

 

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!

A question for WordPressers….

 

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…

 

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

I found Blogster…

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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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If you stop and say hello…

I’ll bake the pie.

Men are very different creatures.

Example?

I’m neat and organized. When I start a job everything is laid out, prepped and ready to go.

The husband? Not so much.

His latest weekend project is putting up interior walls in our barn.

It’s a lovely barn, at least from the outside.

 

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And he built it by himself, nights and weekends for years.

 

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I love to sit on the porch and read….. but try not to go inside. It’s a large space and he’s filled it with totally useless crap.

So when it came time to put up walls? There wasn’t a lot of room.

 

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This is how he works.

 

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Clearing  a few feet as he goes along.

The very sight of it makes me twitch.

 

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And if you’re wondering why he has a microwave, a toaster oven and a broken water cooler in the barn? It’s because his office was throwing them out.

Need I say more?

 

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And yes.

That is a giant bullet behind the box of wooden shoe forms.

Please don’t ask.

Because Boothbay Harbor is never a bad idea…..

 

Of course in the summer, when it’s full of tourists it can be a bit crazy… but we managed to snag an outdoor table at our favorite place.

No, it’s not directly on the water…

 

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But ever since they tore down the old bowling alley….

 

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And the new condos that are slated for construction haven’t sprung up yet, there’s a view.

 

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But you don’t go to Boathouse Bistro for the views.

You go for the food.

Pan seared citrus scallops drizzled with orange oil on creamy parmesan risotto.

 Heaven on a plate right there.

 

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If you go, try a Harborside lemonade.

Proof positive everything is better with vodka.