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Come on.

You know you want to….

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I have to be honest here and say I can’t think of one.

I was one of those weird kids who loved to turn out the lights and watch horror flicks. Alone, in the dark.

Nothing freaked me out. Nothing scared me. I never thought there were boogie men under my bed or monsters in my closet.

I was the kid who laughed when Linda Blair’s head started spinning in the Exorcist.

I happily went swimming after seeing Jaws.

The mad slasher films of the 80’s? Pfft. They made me laugh .

If forced to choose one, I guess I’d have to say the old Rosemary’s Baby. It didn’t scare me per se… but i remember it being creepy and atmospheric.

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How about you.

What movie scared the bejesus out of your childish self?

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You don’t have to, but where’s the fun in that?

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I don’t drink coffee, so that’s easy to give up.

Sugar? I could pull my sweet tooth if I had to.

Pasta? That would be hard, but okay.

Cheese? I’m not sure life would be worth living, but if I have to choose…

I’m going to cling to my bread.

The crusty French loaves, the sourdough, the potato rolls, the honey wheat, the brioche, the cornbread, the biscuits, the pumpernickel!

Give me a pound of butter and a knife? I’m good.

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Yes. That could be me.

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How about you…

What couldn’t you give up?

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Because there’s a little bit of child inside us all.

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The first thing that came to mind was my husband, but since that’s not an appropriate response?

I’ll have to go with this:

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It’s just an old dessert plate from Bavaria but it belonged to my mother and her mother before her. My grandmother was born in Austria and didn’t bring much with her when she emigrated to the states in 1923, but somehow this survived and was passed down to me. It’s not my style or taste, but there’s something about the kitchen continuity of the third generation of daughters still using this plate that makes me hold it dear.

How about you?

What’s the oldest thing still in use in your kitchen?

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Because it’s Friday and that’s what we do here.

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I’d love to say a green apple margarita or a strawberry basil martini…. but alas, it’s just a humble glass of freshly brewed unsweetened iced tea with lemon.

It’s my go to daily fluid and since I don’t drink coffee, what I wake up to every morning. I love hot tea, cold tea, black tea, herbal tea and yes, I even have a canister of strawberry chocolate tea. It’s a versatile leaf.

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No sugar, high in antioxidants… a lifetime supply? Bring it! I could do worse.

(As long as it’s not green tea. That tastes like swamp water.)

So what are you drinking for the rest of your life?

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You know I’m not going to stop posting these. You might as well play along….

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For me there’s only one answer. The band that provided the soundtrack to my adolescent formative years…

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Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young.

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Great harmony… and snappy dressers too.

When Neil left the band, I happily followed his solo career but still loved the remaining CSN.

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My iPod is full of their songs and my vinyl crates hold a lot of their albums. Timeless music and a sentimental walk down memory lane.

How about you? Who are your favorite harmonizers…

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Because everyone has a favorite film.

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This is a hard one for me as I have quite a few. And while I don’t mindlessly watch tv like my spouse, I do have a few movies that will make me stop what I’m doing and watch.

All time favorite film? Casablanca. But for something a tad more recent?

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For a history buff like me, you can’t beat this one. An important story of the 54th Massachusetts, the first black regiment to fight in the civil War. It will put a lump in your throat and pride in your heart. Hell, I weep just hearing the soundtrack.

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I cry unashamedly every single time I see this one. And with music from Neil Young and Bruce Springsteen? You can’t go wrong.

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You can have Stephen King’s horror movies for fluff, but the fact he can write books like these and chooses not to is sad. Pass the tissues, I’ll need them with both of these films as well.

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The extremely underrated and heartwarming true story of P.L.Travers, author of Mary Poppins, and Walt Disney’s battle to bring it to the screen. I laughed, I cried and will never doubt Emma Thompson’s genius again.

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I could go on all day, but I’ll just drop one more favorite.

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I’m not a huge Russell Crowe fan but this sweet and funny story about love and family stole my heart. Set in Provence, the scenery is stunning, the acting sublime. Grab a glass of wine and enjoy.

So how about you?

What movie can you watch again and again….

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Humor me. As well as everyone else…

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As I’m sitting here after dinner craving dessert, I’m going with the Good Humor truck.

No sound was more iconic to the summers of my childhood. We kept a bowl of change on the kitchen counter in anticipation of those glorious chimes. Doors would slam all over the neighborhood as every kid within hearing distance would run to the corner before it drove away.

My treat of choice?

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Seeing the picture I can almost taste it.

Ice cream on a stick. What’s not to love?

So what sound don’t you hear anymore?

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You don’t have to, but you should.

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Aside from every phone number of every place I have ever lived?

This:

Abou Ben Adhem

BY LEIGH HUNT

Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)

Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,

And saw, within the moonlight in his room, 

Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, 

An angel writing in a book of gold:— 

Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, 

And to the presence in the room he said, 

“What writest thou?”—The vision raised its head, 

And with a look made of all sweet accord, 

Answered, “The names of those who love the Lord.” 

“And is mine one?” said Abou. “Nay, not so,” 

Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low, 

But cheerly still; and said, “I pray thee, then, 

Write me as one that loves his fellow men.” 

The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night 

It came again with a great wakening light, 

And showed the names whom love of God had blest, 

And lo! Ben Adhem’s name led all the rest.

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If you know me, you know I’m one of the least religious people you’re ever apt to meet, but my late mother was forced to memorize that poem as a child and recited it ad nauseam during my formative years. Why it has remained firmly implanted in my brain I have no idea… but there it is. Uselessly taking up space.

So how about you? What useless thing are you storing in your grey matter…

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I have a shelf full of cookbooks I never use. Some are low calorie, some are comfort food, some are Italian, some are French. None of them however, are from Sing Sing.

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With all due respect to Goose, I think I’ll pass.

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Do I need to play Bingo with various shaped feces?

I do not. Nope. Not ever.

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If someone gave me this? I would probably do just the opposite and lob it at their head.

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Now where was this when I was young? Talk about missed opportunities. Damn.

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And finally, something for Mark, aka Swinged Cat, aka Madtown Migrant, aka Mark My Words…. who, for some unfathomable reason likes to eat this canned abomination. Throw them with abandon my friend. Personally, I’d rather eat the dice.

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Not everyone will be able to participate in this game, but you can always stick around to read the comments.

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1976 Plymouth Fury. She wasn’t pretty…

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But she was a behemoth with a powerful V-8.

I was 16, dating a much older man who drove me and my girlfriends around whenever we wanted to drink and get loud. Looking back, it wasn’t exactly kosher…. but not much of my teenage years was.

We had the radio cranked up, flying down some long deserted country road we’d never travelled before. My guy was driving dangerously fast, not that we realized it at the time… and then poof. The road disappeared from under us as we crested a hill we didn’t know was there.

Airborne? You betcha. We landed with a thud, broke the frame of the car and were damned lucky we lived to tell the tale.

I saw the speedometer reach 115+ … so I’m counting it.

How about you?

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