An exercise routine I can honestly say I would stick with.

I tried it…
And feel healthier already.

An exercise routine I can honestly say I would stick with.

I tried it…
And feel healthier already.

A woodpecker pecks wood 12,000 times a day.

But I did, because…

Did you know…
Welsh mercenary bowmen in the medieval period only wore one shoe at a time?

Well, you have to admit, a pair will definitely last longer that way.
Did you know…
The liquid inside a young coconut can be used as a substitute for blood plasma in an emergency?

It’s official.
I shall never bleed out…
Did you know…
During his lifetime, Herman Melville’s classic novel of the sea Moby Dick only sold 50 copies?
That’s a frighteningly small number of Dicks….

Did you know…
Alfred Hitchcock did not have a belly button?

It’s true, but you have to admire his work out routine.
Did you know…
Apollo 11 only had 12 seconds of fuel left when it landed?

That’s some high tech NASA equipment right there.
Did you know…
Babe Ruth wore a cabbage leaf under his hat to keep his head cool and changed it every two innings?
Why not…
Anything beats eating it.

Bird baths.
They’re not just for birds anymore….

These little guys never used to drink here until an apple tree sprouted in my garden bed a few years ago.

Now they’ve realized they can safely climb onto an overhanging branch and jump in.
Like I do…

Actual photo of me last Saturday night.
Pardon the quality of these shots, but it was dark and I was shooting through a window.

I’ve often wondered why the deer don’t stop to slake their thirst.

Now, I have proof that they do.
I’d like to thank the Academy….

The Liebster Award is an award that exists only on the internet and is given to bloggers by other bloggers. The earliest case of the award goes as far back as 2011. Liebster in German means sweetest, kindest, nicest, dearest, beloved, lovely, kind, pleasant, valued, cute, endearing, and welcome.
The award is a way to be discovered but also to connect and support the blogging community. A great idea in promoting your own blog and others. Originally it was given out to blogs with less than 2000 readers but this has slowly lowed as the reward has gained popularity. It is now only 200 readers or less. It’s really an arbitrary number. If you like helping other blogs out go ahead and do it regardless of its size.
With thanks to Rebecca Wallick at wildsensibility for the nomination….. ( I’m not sure sweetest and endearing are the first words people think of when my blog comes to mind, but hey. I’ll take praise where and when I can. )
If you love dogs, natural splendor and stunning scenic photographs, check out Rebecca’s page. She’s got them all in spades.
Onward!
You know the rules… I have to answer questions. Which I shall do with the utmost amount of seriousness.
1. What typically is the closest object on your right when you’re writing (not including a computer mouse)?
You’ll probably be sorry you asked that… but it’s a poop drone.

And yes, of course it flies.
2. What one-sentence bit of advice would you give to your 13-year-old self?
At 13… I was a shy little thing. Reticent to open my mouth or make my presence known. (Hard to believe, I know) So I would probably tell her…. Dance! Jump off that pier! Sing with the band! Say yes to all the adventures life lays before you and don’t worry so much about what other people think. By the time you’re sitting here blogging about it? It will be too late.

3. Describe your ideal writing space and place (assuming money isn’t an issue).
For me… that would be a treehouse.
A glam treehouse, with a frozen margarita machine and a never ending supply of tequila and limes. Surrounded by nature and the songs of birds, that’s where I’d like to be.

4. What is your most frequent photographic subject?
That changes depending on the season.. and my moods. Lately?
It’s a woodchuck who looks like Jabba the Hut.

5. Favorite quote?
“I’d rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy.”
With…. “I like to have a martini, Two at the very most. After three I’m under the table, after four I’m under my host.” coming in a close second.
Ole Dorothy Parker knew her stuff.

6. What does blogging (writing, and reading) add to your life?
A sense of connection. It’s like reaching my hand out across the globe and touching people I would never have otherwise met. (And by touching, I’m speaking metaphorically. Don’t call the vice squad.)
7. If you could choose to be any animal for a 24-hour period, which would you be and why?
A wombat.
And I have no idea why.

8. Do you have other creative outlets besides writing?
I used to draw. I used to write poetry. I used to make dried flower wreaths. I used to cross stitch. I used to stamp. I used to paint. I used to dry brush ceramics. I used to do a lot of things. Now… I just take crazy pictures and blog.
And drink.
I drink very creatively.

Amen, Tyrion. Amen.
Okay, now I’m supposed to nominate blogs I think you should discover and make them answer questions as well.
Of course, if you know me… you know my questions won’t be normal. Where’s the fun in that?
So…
liveandlethtai at Paul Dance Writer
Clever Girl at Clever Girl Writes
Kathy at KNJ Tales and Snippets
You’re my chosen victims nominees.

Post these rules:
1. Acknowledge the blog which nominated you.
2. Answer the questions your nominator asked.
3. Nominate two to six other bloggers who might appreciate the boost.
4. Ask them several unique questions.
5. Let them know you have nominated them.
And answer these questions –
1. You’re a pigeon newly arrived in Hollywood. Who do you poop on first?
2. Donald Trump has been impeached. Mike Pence has been trampled to death at a gay pride parade. Nancy Pelosi has resigned her position and run off to Tahiti with a member of BTS. You’ve been chosen to be the next President of the United States. What’s your first executive order?
3. The Brussels Sprout is a much maligned ( and extremely gassy ) cruciferous vegetable. You run a PR firm and have just been hired to tweak it’s image. Go!
4. Your lifelong dream of being a stripper has come true. What’s your stage name?
5. Your cruise ship is sinking and you’ve scrambled onto a life raft only to realize it’s overloaded. What… or who… do you push overboard? A case of craft beer, your significant other, the oars, a beloved pet wombat, or the ship’s navigator ?
*Note – if you say beer or wombat, you are dead to me*
Yes, those really are the questions.
If you were expecting, “Name the most influential person in your life” or “What is your favorite memory of childhood” you’re reading the wrong blog.
We do things differently here.

Yes, I realize you can’t unsee that.
But if you’re struggling for a stripper name… feel free to be inspired.
I don’t like….
Weed wacking around one of our stone walls and having a frog jump out in front of me.
I swear I didn’t see him…

And literally cut him in half.
*Gulp*
I don’t like…..
Sitting at a bar and having a creepy disembodied head on a stick tied to a doll stare at me all night.

Like I need another reason to drink?
Ack!
I don’t like….
Being disappointed.
Remember when I posted about the miracle of my husband cleaning out the garage, and how the old sink he brought home from the dump was gone?

Yeah. I found it in the barn.
Very disappointing.
And finally,
I don’t like….
Pressure.

Since my husband can’t decide when he’s going to retire, he’s forbidden any travel this year so he can sell back his leave.
Doesn’t he realize I’m duty bound to blog our adventures?
Damn it…
Now someone will beat to me to it!
1. Kicking back on the barn porch on a summer evening after a long day of mowing and trimming the lawn?
Wonderful.

Margarita in a can?
Not so much.

But it’s alcohol.. with a view.
So I like.
2. With a shout out to Mona at Wayward Sparkles who introduced me to this marvelous piece of mechanical engineering)
I read her blog and thought, damn…. I have to have one.
And then I thought, gifts!
So I had to have 2 more.

Are you all here?
Good.
Viola!

A bell you can ring to summon the elixir of the Gods.
In pink no less!
I believe this little darling will be getting quite a work out at Casa River.
If only I could order the hot cabana boy to go with it…
I like.
And finally, ladies…
Do you have old, dry wood?
No, I’m not talking about your husbands.

We have stained wood moulding, doors, window frames and sills, and built in stained bookcases etc. basically every piece of trim is unpainted wood. They’re original to the house and tend to dry out/fade from sunlight and winter heating.
So I found this on Amazon –

Half a bottle did 12 doors and frames, 5 windows and frames and 2 large tables.
It’s good stuff. Witness the before and after…

Brings back the shine and feeds your thirsty wood with very little effort.
I like.

Thank you..
Thank you very much.
Saturday we had tickets to an afternoon festival promoting local beer and food. It was called The Taste of Summer and was being held on the old Navy base. The band were friends of friends and we were looking forward to it. Until the heavens opened up on the way over….

It was raining, thunder was booming and people were standing on line wearing trash bags.

We sat in the car for a while, thinking it would pass… which is when it started to hail and festival goers ran for cover.
Seeing that trash bags aren’t a good look for me, and I generally prefer to do my drinking while dry…. we left and headed for Boothbay Harbor.

Which is always a good idea.

Boothbay is one of our favorite places to walk…

To sight see…

To eat…

And yes, to drink.
(Don’t be shocked, it’s been know to happen on occasion.)

First stop… The Boathouse Bistro.
Best damn food in Boothbay Harbor.

Appetizers were Coconut Lime Ginger Mussels for the husband and my friend.

Those babies were huge!
Cajun Shrimp and Cheesy Grits for me.

I hate grits. I love these.
Enough said…

A Harborside Lemonade and a Summer Bliss later, I dove into Pan Seared Scallops on Parmesan Mushroom Risotto with Citrus Wilted Arugula. You could have killed me right then and there… and I’d have died happy.

Husband had a deconstructed Beef Wellington with split lobster tail and goat cheese mushroom compote.

Girlfriend had 2 rum punches and a Bourbon Brown Sugar Glazed Ribeye with rosemary fingerling potatoes and broccolini.
We were happy campers.
But onward.

Technically it already had, we were two cocktails in… but the bar hopping portion of our afternoon/evening will now commence.
Trust me when I say a good time was had by all.
Second stop… The World is Mine Oyster. A bit of a dive, but keep walking… through the hallway, up the winding stairs, thru the restaurant and out on the deck?

One of the best views of the harbor.

And 2 sea green margaritas.
Life is good.
Third stop… The Harborside Tavern.

This was a place we’d never been before and though we sat at the bar instead of enjoying the view….

One extremely strong bourbon filled Perfect Storm later?
I didn’t much care. The bartender was so heavy handed she either loved us.. or hated us. I still don’t know which.
Fourth and final stop…. The Boothbay Harbor Inn, where things got interesting.

Needless to say we were feeling no pain by then.
This is across the harbor from where we started and has a beautiful view as well.
Our bartender was an adorable little exchange student from Romania named Meihi.

With whom my soon to be divorced friend was instantly smitten.
Of course Happy Hour Blueberry Mules may have had something to do with that.

At this point it started to pour again….
So what else could we do but stay and drink?

We drank. And made friends with a group that was staying at the inn.

We drank. And watched the cute bartender play bar games.
We drank. Until the sun started to set and I figured we shouldn’t drink anymore.
For this…

My cheeky friend flipped me off.

Sunset.

In Boothbay Harbor…

Is a beautiful thing.

My girlfriend trying to pole dance on the parking meter?

Not so much.

Clearly some of us had a better time than others….
In 1700’s London, you could purchase insurance against going to Hell?
Proof positive there’s a policy for everything.

And yes, it’s that time again.

President Andrew Jackson’s parrot Poll cursed so loudly during his master’s funeral he had to be removed.
Parrots…
You never know what the little bastards will do.

The LEGO company was founded in Denmark in the 1930’s.
It’s name is an abbreviation for the words leg godt which mean “play well”.

A crocodile’s tongue is attached to the roof of it’s mouth so it doesn’t accidentally bite it when snapping down on prey.

There is a canine condition known as Frito Feet.
It’s a bacterial foot infection that smells like corn chips.
Sorry Fido.

In ancient Greece women counted their age from the day they were married.
This works for me.
I’m 35.

The Hawaiian alphabet only contains 12 letters. Five vowels and seven consonants.
You’d think that would make spelling their names easier, but it doesn’t.

The most common name for a goldfish in America is Jaws.

And not just any holiday.

Please celebrate accordingly.

Well, that’s disturbing.
I was thinking more along the lines of…

We tried Kume last week.
A Japanese restaurant with an interesting…. although slightly disturbing, statue out front.

A giant (think full sized pick up truck) red sumo wrestler.
Okaaay….

Inside, the decor was modern and lit with neon colors.

As were the cocktails.
Blue Hawaiian Martini? I have no earthly idea what was in it… but highly recommend two. Or three.
There was a Hibachi Room, as well as a sushi bar.

And I had to laugh at the healthy purple rice announcement.
It’s coming…
We just don’t know when.

(Sorry, I had to.)
And yes, I’m that annoying person in your party who has to point out all the grammatical errors on the menu.

Slamon ?
Not once, but twice.
And I think tarta meant the tuna was raw, not slutty….
But I could be wrong.

Google’s Slutty Fish Halloween costume proves it.
Our appetizer plate of tempura treats was tasty.

Though I’m not sure how or why their shrimp looked like Italy.

Every meal came with miso soup and salad.

Not being a seaweed and bean curd fan, I passed on the soup…. with basically tasted like hot salt water anyway.
But can someone please explain to me why they’re serving salad at a Japanese restaurant? It was awful. Hard as a rock iceberg lettuce with a hulled out chunk of unripened tomato. Blech!
Nothing remotely Asian about that.
The chicken Yaki Soba entree was good, and plentiful enough for me to eat as lunch the next day.

The grilled seafood plate was also quite nice with lobster, scallops, shrimp and assorted veggies.

Too full for the fried tofu ice cream…

We exited.
And ran smack into this –

A pick up truck sized red Sumo wrestler’s *ss.
Good times.