Tag Archives: covid

Do you need to hug a cow?

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Since hugging friends and family has been a definite no no for the past year, I’m offering an alternative.

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Bovine cuddles!

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I wish I’d known about this when we were in Arizona. Giving a cow a belly rub has to be better than the 3 days I spent in bed with altitude sickness. And in case you didn’t know, this is apparently a trend. Shortly after I read that article I found the following on my town’s Facebook page.

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I may not have to travel after all.

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No cows were available, but the goats are booked solid. Who knew livestock was so lovable….

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Pandemic humor.

Because it’s still here and we still to need to laugh.

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I don’t consider myself at all anti social, but Covid has certainly made me realize how much I enjoy my own company. I never disagree with myself, annoy myself or get in my own way. Ya gotta love that.

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Proof positive pandemics can make some things easier.

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I do feel sorry for the kids. They’re missing out on so many once in a lifetime experiences. But on the plus side, by the time they finally do go back to class? They’ll be old enough to buy beer.

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I shouldn’t laugh at this, I’m still only halfway through my stockpile.

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This one is a little old, but I missed it. 2020 won? That’s uncanny.

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Hey, at this point I say whatever works.

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Leave it to me.

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If there’s a one in a million chance of getting a weird side effect from the Covid vaccine? You know it’s going to be me.

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This is my kind of luck.

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So I got my second dose of the Pfizer vaccine Friday morning. By Friday afternoon, my arm was sore and I had a slight headache…. which was no big deal and to be expected. I went to bed at 10:00 and called it good. Until I woke up Saturday morning with body aches, sluggish fatigue, a bigger headache and an odd tenderness under my left arm. I was pretty useless all day, went to bed at 7:00pm but couldn’t sleep for the pain. By Sunday morning? I had a rock hard grapefruit in my armpit.

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Darth Kermit is an asshole.

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I admit I was a little freaked out and immediately hit the computer for some medical research. Yes, it is a possible side effect… though it’s rare and only hits 0.3% of the public. It usually lasts a week to ten days, but can be sore for up to a month.

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Ironically, I had a routine doctors appointment scheduled for today and I just got back. They told me they hadn’t seen a patient present with it yet, but they did have a male nurse with a bad case. Of course he didn’t have to worry about wearing a tight bra, so my sympathy only went so far.

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The doctor told me our lymph nodes are part of our body’s immune response system and they swell when they’re fighting infection. So the fact that mine are inflamed is actually a positive reaction to the vaccine.

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Maybe so. But I’m here to tell you, it’s not a pleasant feeling.

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Pandemic humor.

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Because we all need a laugh now and then.

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Wow. I might need to buy a new air conditioner.

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Don’t judge. It’s been a very long year..

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There’s a mental image for you!

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We do indeed.

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Rest assured, I will never be doing that.

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Technically that last one isn’t a pandemic meme. But if you’ve shopped for building materials lately… you know its pandemic related. Plywood has gone up about a million percent since last March. It’s insane!

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Pandemic humor.

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Still here. Still laughing… even when it’s not so funny anymore.

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Seriously, you’ve had a year to figure it out. WTH?

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Call me crazy, but I still think that’s a good thing.

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Yes, hang on to your Charmin…. toilet paper shortages could be just around the corner again.

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I think I still have 45 rolls from the first Oh no, I’ll never be able to wipe my butt again! apocalypse…. so I’m good. The rest of you? Good luck.

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It looks like home schooling is winding down now with kids going back to the classroom…. but something tells me mommy’s sippy cup might still have a bit of the grape left in it.

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True that.

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Random

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Remember when I posted about giving the husband some Red Sox memorabilia for his birthday?

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Here’s Lord Dudley Mountcatten sitting above the mint condition 1968 pennant. It arrived in a long padded box, wrapped in layers of wax paper, tissue paper and bubble wrap. It was cherry! Until Dudley pounced on it, ripping it in two places and punching a giant tooth hole in the tip. Sigh.

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Here he is eyeing the kinetic sculpture when my husband gave it an inaugural twirl.

Needless to say I put that out of reach shortly after.

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Cats, I love them… but it doesn’t mean they don’t drive me crazy.

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I got this announcement from WordPress the other day. And while I’m flattered they’re keeping track of my posts, I had to wonder at the random number. Is 1337 something to celebrate?

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I ordered this customized coffee mug for a friend and can’t wait to give it to her. ( our names are underneath the chairs but have been removed to protect the not so innocent ) That’s me on the left with the margarita and the figure I haven’t seen for 20 or so years. Hair, drinks, skin tone and shirt are customizable but they didn’t have an overweight and menopausal option, go figure.

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But I admit, it does describe our relationship perfectly.

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In other news…. I’m scheduled to receive my first Covid vaccine this morning. Maine has done a remarkable job with the roll out and I’m looking forward to being on the road to fully protected as well as doing my part to stop the spread of this horrible life altering virus.

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Get thee to a hair salon!

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Covid has changed our lives in a myriad of ways, and while I’d like to say I’ve come to appreciate the smaller things and learned I don’t need things like dinner out, travel, shopping trips and concerts ( though I do, I really do! ) what I’ve discovered is somewhat different.

Basically I need two things.

#1….. I need to step away from the bacon, cupcakes and potato chips. Who knew sitting on the couch blogging while stuffing your face with snacks for a year could lead to none of your clothes fitting properly ? Not me, that’s for sure.

And #2….. I need to find a hair salon ASAP. Because along with socializing and vacations, the other thing I haven’t done in a year is get my hair cut.

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Last spring it was healthy and perfectly layered, this spring it’s dry, full of split ends and suffering from my crazed butchering with the kitchen scissors.

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No layers, no shape, no bounce. I’ve never gone this long without a stylist working their magic and it’s beginning to show.

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And no, I haven’t touched the color, it’s just different lighting in the photos.

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To be honest I thought a solid year of unchecked growth would result in more inches but it only seems to have lengthened on the top. Leave it to me to have weirdo hair.

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Pandemic humor.

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Because there must be something left to laugh about these days.

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Hey, I don’t blame them a bit.

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I’m hoping this isn’t real.

I truly am.

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Postponed? After a year of non stop cooking ( not to mention barn drinking ) and 4 months of forced couch potato status with a bad knee….. I’m going with cancelled until further notice.

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If you haven’t watched the whole thing, take a few minutes. It totally cracked me up. And made me feel like a total Covid slacker.

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The kegorator arrival, and sadly… it’s departure.

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Why is nothing ever easy for us?

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After searching far and wide for a kegorator and coming up empty (thanks again for making everyone housebound alcoholics Covid 19) we broke down and ordered one on Amazon.

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Yay! Fresh beer would soon be flowing from dual taps.

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Boo.

The box was in rough shape when UPS delivered, the protective packaging broken. And when we tore off all the wrapping?

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The right rear side was dented and the access plate bowed out.

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Had it just been cosmetic I wouldn’t have cared, but the damage was right near the motor and something was rattling.

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So back it goes.

Damn it!

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