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A cow-less cow palace, more useless crap and one mad cat.

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During a recent pilgrimage to our favorite New Hampshire butcher shop/restaurant/pub, I saw a sign for “The Cow Palace” and made my husband turn around.

A palace of cows?

You know I had to see that.

Turns out it was an ice cream shop, which is fine… I love a good scoop of coffee or mint chocolate chip.

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There was a pond.

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A barn.

A cow themed parking sign.

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And a crowned cow on the wall.

But.

No.

Actual cows.

Boo to false advertising.

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And boo to my eagle eyed husband who saw a sign for an estate sale down the road, climbed up to the top of their barn and came down with a broken Amish wooden scythe that he had to purchase and bring home.

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Sigh.

Junk collecting is an addiction, don’t let anyone tell you differently. And if there was an Antiques Anonymous? I’d be signing my guy up for weekly sessions.

Upon returning home we found a pissed off cat…

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Who had to access his viewing window in the laundry basket because his mother forgot to move it before leaving.

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I have a feeling I’ll be paying for this transgression later.

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Fryeburg Fair, part three – he’s talking cows.

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When I see cows in a field as we’re driving in the country? I’m compelled to announce it.

“Cow!”

But when I’m walking around the Fryeburg fair surrounded by bodacious bovines?

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I just sigh with adoration.

My husband was raised on a dairy farm and the man knows cows. Which is why I think it’s cruel he won’t let me have one.. or ten. Of course I don’t want to muck out stalls or water them when it’s 10 below, which could be a deciding factor in his refusal.

So I get my cow fix when we go to fairs. I love the Belted Galloways which we always call Oreo cows.

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The one in the middle is clearly a double stuff.

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And look, there’s a vanilla cream.

While I was adoring?

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The husband was talking.

And talking.

And talking.

About cows.

And after 20 minutes, about politics. Which is odd because I don’t think cows vote.

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Did you know a cow isn’t technically a cow until she has a calf?

Now you do.

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Can I get an awwww?

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Scottish Highlands are so fuzzy I just want to curl up with a few and stroke them for hours.

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This little beauty was only three days old! Momma delivered at the fair.

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There’s the husband, talking cows again.

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Did you know your veal parmigiana is almost always male?

Now you do.

And because no fair visit is complete without a beauty pageant.

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Cow!

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A mooooving experience.

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Still at the fair, and still admiring old farm equipment.

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Well, one of us was.

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While he was doing that I wandered over to meet some geese.

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With strict instructions not to feed or pet, I stood and photographed.

Next up was the youth calf competition.

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If you’ve never seen one of these, you really should.

Taking care and responsibility for livestock is a full time job and these youngsters were doing their best to show off their accomplishments.

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If you’re showing momma?

Better bring baby along.

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Such sweet faces!

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I do love cows.

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After the show we wandered a few barns.

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Always my favorite part of the fair.

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These are Belted Galloways, but we call them Oreo cows… for obvious reasons.

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At the end of our cattle tour, the husband stopped to talk to one of the owners and her daughter.

Husband likes to talk.

Husband was raised on a dairy farm.

Husband talked for over an hour.

Husband talked to so many people for so long we didn’t see the other half of the fair, I didn’t buy a fried dough and when he finally stopped chatting…. it was time to go.

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Back over the bridge of flowers to a small town seafood restaurant we always try to visit when we’re in the area.

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It doesn’t look like much.

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And the atmosphere is more family style diner than anything….

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But the clam chowder is to die for. Thick, rich, creamy and chock full of clams … it’s almost a meal in itself. (deckhand lemonade with Tito’s, because yes… they serve alcohol)

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The meals are always amazing, and their fresh seafood is cooked to perfection. I had a massive platter of fantail fried shrimp with baked potato and cole slaw, husband had a garlic butter broiled haddock with butternut squash and a bowl of cottage cheese. Neither of us went away hungry.

Two soups, a cocktail, a beer and two more than ample seafood dinners for $82. In our neck of the woods that amount barely gets you past appetizers.

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Miscellaneous smiles.

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A few random things that have made me laugh this week.

I figure we can all use more laughs.

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There’s a banana missing in New Hampshire.

Please help.

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That’s one chill pooch.

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I love to look at cows… and am that annoying person who yells, “Cow!” on road trips.

Imagine if I had some right in the back yard like these people.

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I could just point.

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Now there’s a job custom made for me.

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New rule – if you sell it?

You have to learn how to spell it.

And yes, they had multiple signs like that.

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Anyone remember these?

Burning children’s fingers with molten plastic since 1964.

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Very cool.

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Not your average map.

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A few more amusing regional maps for your consideration.

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Lewiston, Maine is an old mill town gone to seed. It tries to put on a pretty face with downtown rejuvenation projects but to my mind will always be a poor, sad relative to its coastal cousins.

If I lived there? I’d be drunk as well.

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This is a map no one really needs to see, but Italy?

What the utter hell!

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Proud to have the most trees, that’s me!

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Most excellent.

I love cows.

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Though it seems a little strange Wisconsin was singled out for cow ratio when it turns out they didn’t make the top bovine tier.

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Cow!!

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Being that I’m the annoying person on road trips who always announces cow! when one is passed, you know I thoroughly enjoyed the bovine section of the fair.

Cows of every size, shape and color were on display and I was a happy camper.

This is Fred.

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We petted Fred and Fred didn’t mind.

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This prize winner was sectioned off with multiple warnings not to touch. And as hard as that was… his coat was delightful!…even my has to touch everything husband obeyed.

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There were stocky legged cows…

( I feel you buddy, I really do)

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And Oreo cows…

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And tufted ears cows.

Isn’t that the sweetest!

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I did feel sorry for this particular cow.

Poor thing had the worst name ever.

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This next lady also had a do not touch sign.

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And with those horns it was easy to comply.

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Want to feel small?

Spend some time in the ox barn.

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Room with a view.

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Cow!

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Taking in a few shows.

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What’s a fair without a livestock show?

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Boring, that’s what.

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So we found ourselves in the bleachers for the dairy cow beauty pageant.

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My husband was raised on a dairy farm and provided a helpful running commentary.

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There were multiple categories and weight classes and we enjoyed a steady parade of bodacious bovines.

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A winner having her portrait taken.

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After that show, my husband headed for the pulling ring.

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This is my least favorite show because I hate to see the animals straining. Thankfully our timing was bad and it was over shortly after we arrived.

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A boy and his oxen.

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Do you moo?

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Being that I’m the annoying person in the car who has to announce, “Cow!” every time one is spotted during a road trip…. it amuses me that some Subaru owners have taken my quirky habit one step further.

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Yes, this really is a thing.

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Having owned Subarus since late 2013, I’m feeling terribly neglected and un -moo’d.

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No one has ever left cow themed paraphernalia on my vehicles.

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But I really wish they would.

So tell me…

Do you moo?

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News you can’t use.

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It’s probably all useless these days, but mine is extra ridiculous.

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Ever had a dog hump your leg?

Imagine if it was an eight foot, 275 pound ostrich. Not so cute anymore.

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I’d buy that.

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Note to self – do not update to iOS 18.

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I’ve been touting hydrogen fuel for years.

I also announce “cow!” whenever we pass one on a road trip.

It’s a perfect combination.

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Is it me… or does AI seem a little too interested in sex lately?

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