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Momma chuck and one baby snacking on some carrots is a sweet sight.
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But when she turned around?
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All I could think of was that awful song from the 90’s… Baby Got Back.
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Even when another young chuck showed up.
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Yup.
Momma got back.
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I’m not a soccer fan.
I don’t watch the World Cup.
But the Tartan Army has invaded Boston and I’m totally here for it.
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40,000 Scottish fans descended on Foxboro stadium for a win over Haiti and in true Gaelic fashion… they enjoyed it immensely.
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My father was a Scot.
These are my people, and I’ve never been so proud.
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They drank, they sang, they marched en masse…bagpipers leading the way…. to Fenway Park to see a Red Sox game.
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https://youtube.com/shorts/W2L3PIFvuw4?is=hUaE8HMgsE5iEVVF
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Their enthusiasm is electric and contagious.
Their thirst?
Legendary.
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Sam Adams is the largest brewery in New England.
That’s A LOT of beer!
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Alba Gu Brath.
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Our new storm door arrived the other day.
It’s a nice door, not top of the line because I refuse to pay more for a custom order storm door than I would a used car… but it’s a decent quality. Better than the floor models they have in stock.
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And as you can see, my husband paid close attention to the opening instructions.
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The box promised “Easy Installation” so we figured we could handle it.
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We were wrong.
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The instructions were daunting, and not overly clear.
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We had to check them so many times, I taped the sheet to the kitchen door for easy reference.
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We spent a good hour getting prepped and making sure everything was positioned properly.
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And then spent another hour installing the hinge rail…. incorrectly.
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Which, by the Swiss cheese condition of the door frame? Clearly we weren’t the first to do.
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After another hour of fiddling… we high fived. The door was hung.
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This particular door has two hydraulic thingamabobs… you know, the doohickeys that hold it open. They’re not always easy to seat, so those instructions were taped to the door as well.
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The bottom one gave us trouble, as evidenced by the husband lying down on the job. It has this special whatchamacallit you tap with your foot to freeze the door open and it kept getting in the way of the screws needed to secure it.
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Another hour later, for a total of four, the door was hung. The whoosits were in place and we were ready to put on the handles and locks.
The ones the salesman told us came with the door.
The ones we didn’t have because they didn’t come with the door.
The ones the instructions said came separately.
The ones we had to make an hour long round trip to the store to purchase for an extra $100.
Grrr. 😡
By the time we got back, five and a half hours into the “easy installation”… we called it quits for the day and retired to the barn porch for adult beverages.
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With Lord Dudley Mountcatten trying in vain to push open the halfway installed door.
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The very definition of useless, right here.
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Bet you didn’t think you’d be reading about that when you woke up this morning.
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Damn. I’ve had dates that were hard to get rid of, but this guy takes the cake.
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I’ve felt that way ever since Trump was elected.
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To which I say…
It’s about time.
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Have you ever heard of/tried Bubs?
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Never fear, I just ordered a 4 pack and will report back after arrival.
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There’s a mental image I didn’t need.
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While I don’t usually post politically charged content, this seemed like a potent statement on our current climate.
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I had a good chuckle at some local Maine events recently.
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Whoopie pies are a thing up here. They come in numerous flavors, everyone makes them and everyone loves them. (Except my husband, for reasons I’ve never understood. They’re delightful) And while a wine pairing with whoopies might seem strange to some, it’s perfectly logical to us.
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Cocktails? Yes.
Fried bugs? No.
I’d have to be very, very happy to reach for those.
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Can’t believe I missed this one!
Maine has very few rabbits left in the wild and there are none in my area. I would totally have eaten pastries and cuddled bunnies!
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One of the baby chucks is visiting daily now.
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And learning the correct carrot consumption stance.
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He’s a little wobbly…
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And sometimes he tips over.
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But practice makes perfect.
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❤️
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As Father’s Day approaches, allow me to drop a suggestion for the perfect you’re the best dad! gift.
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If your dad appreciates a good Scotch?
This might be it.
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Because nothing is too good for dad.
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Or is it…?
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If you’re traveling internationally, this first one might come in handy.
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I’m not including the link to swipe. Just Google them for definitions and have fun with your future algorithms.
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If you’ve ever been to Maine, you know we’re very green.
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Maine is a great place to retire.
If you can afford it..
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My husband would call most of them slug a beds. He’s usually up at 4:00am.
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I haven’t noticed that many vinyl stores here, but maybe I’m not looking hard enough.
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Ticks can be a real problem here as we’re a very wooded state. My husband is a veritable magnet for the little bastards.
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No surprise ours is L. L. Bean
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Useless but (hopefully) entertaining. That’s my blog in a nutshell.
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Say what?
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I don’t call being two inches tall and looking exactly like a mouse normal for a human child, but what do I know?
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Mine is clearly an extra…. for when my front two wear out from excessive rolling.
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Leave it to a no nonsense Mainer. Angus King wants Medicare to pay for $12 bath mats for seniors so they won’t slip in the shower and break a hip. A simple and cheap solution, so naturally the government won’t go for it.
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I know nothing about the history of the pubic wig. And I plan on keeping it that way.
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I do believe I’ve found my spirit animal.
Cheers!
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Our new barn porch furniture has arrived.
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And it’s a whole lot bigger than our old ancient set.
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I can’t say I’m overly thrilled to have an outdoor recliner, but my husband sure is.
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You may notice that something is missing.
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And by missing, I mean on a table inside the barn.
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You’ll see there are five throw pillows. The set came with six. But the day after I set up the furniture and went outside to read?
There were four.
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I retrieved number five from under the barn.
Number six seems to be gone for good and I’m sure Momma Chuck is to blame. She’s been on an insane search for nesting material this year and it seems our porch furniture is irresistible.
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So since I can’t have color contrasting pillows due to thieving critters, I’m thinking of adding a rug .
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Even she won’t be able to steal that.
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