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Because it’s time to reflect.
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Kale.
After the window installations disaster, roof leaks, the loss of a toenail, my husband’s eye surgery debacle, numerous home remodeling nightmares, crazy property tax increases, catching Covid, a cancelled holiday trip, a non existent Christmas and a dead water heater? I cry uncle!
Kale.
My 2024 was wall to wall 🥬 .
Now you. What food represents your year?
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A little post Christmas fun.
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I’ll start.
It might be hard to wrap, but you’re getting a 50 lb bag of Stock and Stable sweet feed.
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We feed the deer with it, but feel free to swap out your popcorn the next time you settle in to watch a movie.
Your turn.
What gift will I be receiving?
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Just a quick question this week.
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You either love it or hate it. There’s rarely any middle ground.
I am not a fan. My husband is.
I make it for him every once in a while, but have never added it to special holiday meals.
This year we went to a friend’s home for the traditional feast… and while she didn’t cook it, another guest brought one.
So though I wasn’t responsible, technically I have to say yay.
How about you?
Yay or nay to the controversial beans…
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Because it’s Friday.
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I’m not a kitchen gadget person.
I don’t have a Panini press, an espresso machine or a waffle maker.
So 6 for me, which should really be 7…. because our air fryer is in our toaster/convection oven and I’ve never once used it.
How many appliances do you not own?
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It will be quick today, I promise.
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One point for every place you’ve visited.
My number is 14, which at a little less than half isn’t bad.
How well traveled are you?
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This week’s question is in honor of a certain Spam obsessed blogger who shall remain nameless.
Oh, who am I kidding?
It’s Mark, he’s crazy for the stuff.
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As far as I’m concerned Spam is a four letter word. A more disgusting gelatinous meat wanna be you’re not apt to find.
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Blech.
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Fresh off the assembly line in 1937.
I’ve heard rumors they’ll be making a second batch any day now.
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Health food it’s not.
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My late MIL was the queen of spam. Spam loaf, spam spaghetti, spam and beans… hell, she even made spam pie.
I’ve never been able to stomach the canned abomination and don’t understand why anyone would voluntarily consume it.
So my question is… yay or nay?
Where do you stand on Spam.
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You won’t get paid, but my undying gratitude should be reward enough.
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This is an easy one for me….
Nurse/doctor.
I’m not good with open wounds, serious illnesses, and bodily fluids. Sure, I’ll pamper you through a cold and bring you an ice pack for that sprained ankle but when the husband had a gaping hole in his stomach from a post op gall bladder removal infection that needed to be swabbed out with antiseptic every day for a week? We had to drive to the clinic each morning because the first time I tried to do it I almost vomited into the incision… and that’s the opposite of disinfecting.
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How about you?
Which profession should you avoid at all costs…
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Because we don’t play enough these days.
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My husband and I are very different people who have different likes and styles. We were raised differently, in different types of families with different backgrounds in different eras. And while most of our differences compliment each other and enhance our strength as a couple… there are times when the differences can rub up against my last nerve.
( I’m sure he can say the same, but hey… this is my blog. 😉 )
I was born an only child of older parents. They were quiet, well educated people who rarely watched television. Our home was peaceful. My husband had 8 siblings, an alcoholic father and a volatile upbringing. It was anything but peaceful.
I’m a reader. I like quiet.
My husband is a tv watcher. He likes noise.
So much so, that he turns the damn thing on and leaves the room with it blaring away. And mind you, he doesn’t just leave the room… at times he leaves the house and our property altogether. The man will turn on the tv, and then go get gas, or go out to breakfast… with the tv still on.
It’s a little thing in the grand scheme of life… but it drives me nuts.
Turn. Off. The. Television!
How about you?
What does your significant other do that drives you crazy….
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Just in case you’re bored and have nothing better to do.
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We have a closet next to our hutch.
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And like the junk drawer in our kitchen, it’s my guilty secret. When I don’t know what to do something, or other proper storage areas are full?
I cram it in the closet of shame.
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There are tools and Tupperware.
Batteries and basting sauce.
Flashlights and flour.
Mayonnaise and markers.
A crockpot and crazy glue.
There’s no rhyme or reason…wood stain is next to beef broth and egg noodles rest on a tube of epoxy.
Once a year I organize and rearrange, but it doesn’t last long. Chaos wins every time.
And if the shelves are nuts, the tiny floor isn’t much better.
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It’s crammed with 50 lb bags of bird seed, fox food, deer grain and now duck pellets. Which, by the way… the ducks don’t like and won’t eat.
My name is River, and this is my closet of shame.
How about you?
What brings shame to your household….
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Because it might make you smile.
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I’ll start…
Grab your hat pussycat.
Wish me luck Momma Chuck.
Hit the ground basset hound.
Take the bus rhinoceros.
Bake a cake rattlesnake.
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Now you…
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River's world..... 