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I have a feeling this may be a rerun, but if so.. it’s funny enough to rate a repeat performance.
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I’ll start…
Roux Oyster Cult.
Pearl Spam.
Bruce Springroll and the Pea Street Band.
Grapeful Dead.
Nine Inch Snails.
Radiobread.
The Mamas and the Tapas.
Sage Against the Machine.
Crosby, Stills and Hash.
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Now you.
Give me a tasty band.
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Our nightly deer herd showed up a little early the other day and I was able to snap some pictures.
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On our snowless back yard.
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I dislike the lack of white stuff this year, but the herd happily munches the still green patches.
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We started with three in the fall…
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But now have 7-9 visitors.
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So sweet.
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I can’t say I’m overly fond of the tipping system in general and feel it would be better if employers paid their workers a living wage… but that being said, I understand how much people rely on the income and tip accordingly.
I’m a good tipper and rarely if ever drop below 25%. Yes, my husband gives me the stink eye when I leave tips for hotel housekeepers and slip the moving men some cash, but I’m happy to appreciate good service.
There’s only one place where I take issue with tipping.
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And that’s restaurant take out counters.
They’re not serving me. They’re not making multiple trips to my table to refill a glass or clear plates. They’re not reciting specials and making sure the food is properly prepared. No. They’re handing me a bag or box. And for that, I don’t tip.
What say ye blog friends… am I right, or do you tip takeout?
Oddly enough, when I was thinking about writing this post a memory popped up on my FB page. It was a picture I’d taken of a bill we received at a cafe in Vermont. The register had printed a helpful guide for tips.
See if you can spot the problem.
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I admit I don’t understand the new math… but even under those convoluted rules 20% of $39.19 shouldn’t be $17.49.
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I read an article the other day that has me a bit worried.
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Long time readers will know we have had intense battles over the years with a certain female squirrel we call the Red B*tch.
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But after reading this…
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We may have to rethink our strategy.
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Use is a relative term.
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That’s odd. Most grandmas take their secret recipes with them.
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I know, I know.
You’re all an extra large…
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Damn.
All I ever find in ours is deer poop.
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That’s Elon’s idea.
I just know it.
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Karma is a bitch.
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Imagine how much crabmeat stuffing you’d need for that sucker.
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Another year, another 192 books.
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That’s either impressive, or a sure fire way to show I have too much time on my hands.
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I’ve always been a quick reader and there’s nothing I love more than snuggling up with a good book. Ironically, I hated the book that was highly recommended ….
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And liked the two hardly anyone had ever heard of.
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I was down a book from last year and am blaming my 36 hour Covid related time out.
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I read a little bit of everything.
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But my favorites are usually mysteries and thrillers.
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Here’s to a book filled 2025!
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Are you a leftover person?
My husband was the second of 9 children in a home where food was never wasted. He loves them all. I was a picky only child and am a bit more selective.
There are meals I will happily eat the next day and others I’ll only eat when freshly cooked… but in our house? I’m not allowed to scrape plates into the trash.
Unfortunately, saving does not always translate to eating.
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My husband doesn’t want me to throw anything out, but he also doesn’t want to eat nonstop leftovers which means our refrigerator often looks like this.
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Three chicken and rice casseroles, a stewed pork chop with onion gravy, a Caesar salad from a recent restaurant lunch and two spaghettis.
Have you ever eaten leftover Caesar salad? It’s basically wilted slimey lettuce with soggy croutons. It’s not the least bit appetizing and even my husband won’t eat it the next day… but he brings it home.
Every. Single. Time.
And then throws it out.
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Remember my girlfriend who was hospitalized with pneumonia? Just when we thought she was improving…. her kidneys shut down, her blood pressure skyrocketed to 200/120 and she had a mini stroke. Multiple visits to the hospital and a week of worry filled days later… she’s home and on the path to recovery.
You just never know when life will throw you a curve. Hence the much needed mistletoe margarita.
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2025 is not starting off well.
I’m going with #1.
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And one more thing…
I’m not the least bit religious, but for his sake?
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I hope so.
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I’m stealing one from FB today because it made me laugh.
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Can you top these answers?
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There’s a show worth watching.
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Yikes!
I hope not.
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Apologies to the former Mrs. Arnold.
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Ouch!
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I can see that.
Okay, it’s your turn to make me laugh.
What is it?
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Judging from your responses to my liken last year to a food post, I’m not the only blogger who had a rotten 12 months.
Here are your nasty food choices… in order of posting not awfulness.
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Haggis?
Enough said.
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Cilantro, the devil’s weed.
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A shit sandwich is bad, though admittedly this one looks pretty happy.
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Mushed pea porridge, to which I always want to ask the question…. why?
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Meringue. That utterly tasteless abomination.
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Listeria laden grapefruit.
Google images didn’t have that particular culinary horror, but this looked gross enough to suffice.
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Cod liver oil.
Oh my.
Conclusion?
We’re all well rid of 2024.
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Over Christmas, our neighbors took a cruise on that gigantic new floating city, Royal Caribbean’s Icon of the Seas. It’s the largest cruise ship in the world and sounds like my idea of Hell, but to each their own.
While they were away? I had cat duty.
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And drove down their long driveway every day to their house in the woods.
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Sometimes with company, which is always a nice surprise.
The nicer surprise?
The thank you gift she brought home for me a week later.
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Oh my lord!
Have you ever tried these?
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The banana was to die for. Rich, moist and perfectly rummy. I had one slice, and then shamefully devoured half the cake with a glass of cold milk.
Dinner? Who needs it.
The cake was so amazing I had to research where I could purchase another. I hoped it wouldn’t involve taking a cruise… but honestly, I’d be tempted.
From the website:
….main claim to fame is its rum cakes, which are baked in Jamaica, Barbados and the Bahamas and employs machinery that ensures long shelf lives without using refrigeration or preservatives. “We still make the cake the same way it was made years ago,” says Hamaty-Simmonds, “which includes generous portions of Tortuga Rum from the Caribbean. You have to taste it!”
Upon further sleuthing, thank you Jeff Bezos…
I shall be ordering one from Amazon today.
My third nice surprise? A green plant I’ve had in our living room for over 5 years just decided to bloom.
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With weird and wonderfully quirky little orange flowers.
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How bizarre is that!
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