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Think of me as the anti Walter Cronkite.
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And I thought I had trouble finding shoes because of a bunion. Damn!
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Nothing says down to earth Royal like a couple of hens.
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Proof positive there is such a thing as too much tech.
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Do I need to feel like I’m competitive skiing while voiding my bowels? No. I do not…
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Sorry night owls, you’ll have to get up with us early birds if you want to top our Trivial Pursuit scores.
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I woke up this morning to one very relaxed cat.
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Went to a craft show where I didn’t buy anything but did have a few laughs.
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Lunch?
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It came with a flight of margaritas. Blood orange cranberry, traditional and passion fruit.
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It’s $500 more for the W.
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I’m not sure how I rated $2,035 change from a twenty dollar bill,… must be that new math. Sadly I was unsuccessful in procuring the change, no matter how many times I argued computers are never wrong.
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Before humans went to space, there were chimps. And not all of them were lovable.
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With a name like Enos, it was inevitable.
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Naked space travel. Who knew?
And if that’s not enough of a mental image for you, here’s a paragraph about the horrors of elimination while floating above our planet.
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The fact that there are slews of researchers and scientists being paid the big bucks to design high tech Pampers makes me chortle.
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No gravity means no showers. That would be it for me.. sayonara NASA.
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Nope. No way. Not this chick.
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You may thank me or curse me for sharing these tidbits. Only time will tell.
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Damn. My husband is bored with retirement… but if he starts eyeing the fleshy part of my upper arm and licking his lips? I’m outta here.
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It’s bad enough everyone else is talking behind my back on Facebook, but now the robots are doing it in their own language? Geesh.
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There’s a bit of trivia you can use to impress your lumberjack friends.
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No. Thank. You!
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Vampire butterflies.
You heard it here first.
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As reported, I was gifted with kitchen appliances this Christmas.
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Though we didn’t need new…
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These perfectly functioning (not really) old machines are now destined for donation.
Though I’ve repeatedly (you’d think 38 years of repetition would be enough) told my husband appliances are not a desired gift, I receive them on a regular basis.
And because my spouse loves to buy overpriced gadgets that savvy saleswomen tell him will change our lives…. this year there was a deluxe Breville microwave with self closing door. ( That I keep slamming shut out of habit and will probably break.)
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I never cook in a microwave, just reheat… so this was a tad over the top.
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But won’t that shiny stainless steel interior be fun to keep clean?
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And then?
There was the toaster to end all toasters.
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We be fancy now.
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Our days of raucously ringing in the New Year are in the rear view mirror (as are the hangovers thank god)…. and more than likely, yours truly will be tucked into bed at midnight when 2023 comes sliding in.
No parties, no funny hats, no noise makers, no watching the ball drop.
Unless it’s this kind of ball and Lord Dudley is responsible.
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We’re going out for a nice meal and quiet drink (or two) this afternoon… then popcorn and a movie at home will round out the end of the year for us.
But however you choose to celebrate, here’s hoping you have a wonderful night and a happy, healthy New Year!
❤️
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Since my husband has been wasting time and money working in the basement, it was inevitable he’d discover some treasure. And for the first time in a long time… I’m not being sarcastic when I say that.
To my delight, he came upstairs the other day with these.
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A box full of old photo albums given to me by my late father’s sister years ago when she was moving. She gave us all kinds of unwanted things that were basement bound but these must have gotten mixed in with the rest, and sadly I’d forgotten all about them.
The photos are old, taken in England between 1910 and 1920… and just for fun I thought I’d share a few.
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My father as a boy. A well dressed dapper little lad, no?
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My grandfather and my aunt. Another dapper gentleman.
Unfortunately I never met him, as he died when my dad was 10 years old.
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My grandmother and another aunt.
I was 2 when my grandmother passed and have no memory of her. It may have been the era, but I don’t possess a single photo of her smiling either.
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My grandfather with two unidentified children. Apparently one of them was a daisy.
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My father loved the sea, as is evidenced by him taking the tiller at an early age.
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This is his older brother, who clearly was only trusted with toy boats.
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My grandmother and uncle. Oh, that hat!
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My grandfather, left, with an unidentified man in Cuba. Pops was a world traveler.
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My grandfather and father. Did no one ever smile for pictures back then?
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My father, building his own mini Stonehenge in Cornwall.
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The husband is still hard at work down in the basement.
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And has turned the proverbial as well as literal corner.
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Although safety is clearly not a high priority.
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Does our basement need a ceiling? No.
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But it’s certainly getting one.
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And a white one at that.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten? He seems baffled by the strange noises rising up through the heating vents and is keeping a close eye (ear?) on the progress.
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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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To pea or not to pea. That is today’s question.
Personally, I do not pea… but the husband is a huge fan so when hams are on sale for Christmas and I’m left with a bone, there’s only one thing he wants.
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Split pea soup. Which happens to be the easiest soup to make… so it’s hard to refuse even though I can’t stand the smell or taste.
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5 hours later ? A pot full of slop with the consistency of sludge as far as I’m concerned.
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But the husband is in leftover pea heaven, and hey… I have to throw him a bone now and then.
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