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I don’t care if you want to, just do it.
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I could be saccharine sweet and say my husband, and while that’s true… I’ll add a few others to round out the day.
Tea. I’m not a coffee drinker, so those lovely little leaves are my go to pick me up.
A good book. I’m like Dustin Hoffman in Rain Man, if I’m not reading? I’m twitching.
Green. Be it trees and grass in season or indoor houseplants in winter, I’ve got to see some green.
How about you?
What can’t you do without..
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It won’t take long.
And you are already here.
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I think it was 1976…
Kean College, New Jersey.
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I told my parents I was at a sleepover with my girlfriend, but we really hitched a ride with her older brother who had extra tickets.
Bruce… and The E Street Band.
The Born To Run tour.
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It was early days and Bruce was just starting to make a name for himself. The venue was small but Clarence was in fine form and I loved every minute of it. (Having a crush on my friend’s older brother may or may not have had something to do with my enthusiasm.) It was a short concert by today’s standards… but I’m a Jersey girl born and bred.
It was epic to a 13 year old.
And it’s still my favorite Bruce Springsteen album. Thunder Road. Jungleland. Tenth Avenue Freeze-out….
It doesn’t get better than that.
How about you? Share your first concert experience with us…
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This one will be fun.
I promise!
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I love it.
This one is right in my wheelhouse.
I’ll start….
Wind In The Pillows. (as someone married to a baked bean lover I am well acquainted with this phenomenon)
Rodeo and Juliet. (ride ‘em cowboy takes on a whole new meaning here)
Gone With The Wine. (wine, it’s always gone too soon)
Lord Of The Pies. (if there’s a lady of the pies, I humbly volunteer)
Of Lice And Men. (eww, but I had to)
The Lizard Of Oz. ( I think that’s Jim Morrison)
To Pill A Mockingbird. (I’ve pilled cats, can’t imagine birds are any easier)
A Tale Of Two Titties. ( sorry, I couldn’t resist)
The Old Man And The Pee. ( if you know, you know)
Little Souse On The Prairie (if I lived on the prairie back then I’d be soused too)
Silence of the Hams. (with pineapple and brown sugar please)
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I could keep going, but I’ll leave some for you.
Dazzle me!
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Go on.
It won’t take long.
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I could say jewelry, jam or jellybean because who doesn’t love those?
I could say jasmine, jokes or julep because they all make me smile.
But I think I’ll go with joy…
Because I’m f*cking delightful.
Now you…
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You know you want to.
If you’re like me you’ve held multiple jobs in your life. Some you liked, some you hated.
So let’s have some fun by picking a profession from this 1881 list.
What would you have been doing?
Choose and defend.
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I’m going with turnip shepherd. There’s got to be a lot of down time with this career. Turnips aren’t well known for straying… so I’m imaging myself kicked back under a shade tree tending my flock with a good book and a pitcher of margaritas.
How about you…
How would you be earning a living in 1881?
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Because if you’re here, you clearly have nothing better to do.
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A few of my top picks:
Marlon Brando in The Godfather.
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Anthony Hopkins as Hannibal Lecter.
And of course…
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Now you.
What actors crushed your favorite roles?
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It’s been a while since we gathered friends for cocktails and a game, but after seeing this one advertised I think it’s time.
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Weird and perhaps a little disturbing…
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It seems perfectly suited to my sense of humor.
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And I do love a game that doesn’t take itself too seriously.
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Cheers!
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Because my vacation series is finally over.
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I have to be honest and say this question stumped me. While I know most children cycle through dreams of being a fireman or an astronaut or an actress or a professional sports star… I can’t remember ever wanting to be anything.
I loved dinosaurs when I was a kid… ( still do) but I never dreamt of being a paleontologist.
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I loved taking pictures as a kid… (still do) but never dreamt of being a photographer.
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I loved to read as a kid… (still do) but never dreamt of being an editor.
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I guess I never set myself for up disappointment by dreaming of a career. I’ve had multiple jobs in my life, but I married young and thankfully never had to work.
How about you?
What did your childhood self dream of being…
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Because it’s better than whatever else you’re doing right now.
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That’s easy.
I’m a constant straightener.
You get up from the couch? I’m straightening the pillows.
You get up from the table? I’m straightening the placemats.
You leave work on the desk? I’m straightening the papers.
You turn off a lamp? I’m straightening the shade.
I straighten books on the shelves, paintings on the wall, knick knacks on the table, towels in the bathroom. If it’s there, I’m straightening it… which I can imagine, would quickly become annoying.
How about you?
What’s going to annoy your roommate …
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Because it’s 2024 and I’m still here.
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I could take a world view and hope for an end to the war in Ukraine and peace in the Middle East.
Or I could take a national view and hope for sanity to return to politics and an end to the partisan and cultural divide in this country.
But I’m going to take a smaller, closer to home view and hope for the continued health of my (still thinks he’s 20) husband. Many of my blog friends are experiencing the grief of loss or catastrophic illness of a spouse or loved one and it makes me realize how truly blessed I still am. I may moan and groan about his crap collecting and his inability to enjoy retirement, but I have him.
And he has me.
That’s everything.
But maybe… just maybe?
I’ll hope for better luck with our home improvement projects as well.
I think I’m due for some of that.
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How about you…
What are you hoping for this year?
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