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News you can’t use.

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You … and everyone else.

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Because they’re more bored than I thought humanly possible?

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I stand corrected, there are one thousand and two uses for duct tape.

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Right now I’d settle for reaching back before the past few administrations.

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Sh*t just got real.

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Of course they did.

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What?

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“While Texas grapples with its worst measles outbreak in decades, its Republican lieutenant governor has moved for the state’s restaurants and groceries to change the name of the “New York strip” steak cut to the “Texas strip” in what he evidently hopes is a blow to liberals.

And, perhaps anticipating reproval for his choice to focus at least some of his attention on renaming meat after a child in his state became the first person in the US to die from measles in a decade, Patrick’s statement said: “In a world filled with serious issues that address every day at the Texas capitol, this simple resolution will help better market Texas beef.”

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Unvaccinated people are at risk…. so he wants to rename a steak?

This only makes sense in Texas.

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Snow memories.

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These winter pictures popped up on my Facebook memories recently and I thought it would be fun to share.

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Backyard deer on their path. They don’t stray very far from it once it’s cut.

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That’s my husband shoveling out our neighbor who thought she could make it down her driveway in her car before plowing.

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She couldn’t.

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And here’s my husband a year later pushing his snowblower next door….

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To help dig out her husband’s plow truck.

My husband is a good neighbor to have.

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This is Mr. White, a beautiful boy who is no longer with us. He always wanted to go outside in the winter…

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But didn’t really like it once he got there.

❤️

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Who wants a wash, cut and style with their ravioli?

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After we visited the delightfully quirky Calefs General Store in New Hampshire last week, we were hungry for lunch. Not being familiar with the area we asked the ladies who worked there for a recommendation.

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They directed us to Dante’s, an Italian restaurant we were assured was popular, crowded and always delicious.

Unassuming from the outside…

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And not at all crowded on the inside, I was beginning to doubt the review.

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The bar is always my husband’s preferred seating choice and since it was completely empty, we got started.

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I like arincini, but have never in my life been served any this large.

Seriously, they were the size of tennis balls.

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Almost as big as my blood orange and vodka spritz.

Shame they were cold in the middle and virtually tasteless. If they’d been tasty I could have eaten them as a meal.

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This was supposed to be ravioli carbonara, but instead of pancetta they used ham and instead of garlic there were large chunks of onion.

The portion was huge, but again… rather tasteless.

Vowing never to return to this disappointing place, we noticed a woman walking out of a doorway adjacent to the bar with a brush and a can of hair spray.

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Turns out it’s a hair salon.

Right there.

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And next to the hair salon? A fitness center.

It was a regular one stop shop!

You could work out, blow out and pig out all in the same building.

Now that’s multi tasking.

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Let’s play.

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Try.

You might even enjoy it.

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I don’t mean buying a big waterfront house with hot and cold running gardeners or a snazzy little Lamborghini for running errands…. those go without saying.

I mean something that’s insignificant to others but seems like pure bliss to you.

I’ll go first.

I want…

A personal hair stylist at my beck and call to keep my big ‘80’s hair looking perfect all day, everyday!

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She/he doesn’t have to follow me around with a brush and a can of hair spray all day, but my hair is labor intensive and not having to worry about styling it would be a real treat.

How about you…

What rich person luxury would you give yourself?

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What we’re not taking… Part one.

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In anticipation of our possible trip to the Antique Roadshow taping this summer, I’ve been silently walking around the house wondering what we should take.

Yes, we have hundreds of antiques… but it should be something special.

Something unusual.

Something expensive.

Something the dealers won’t roll their eyes at once we step away from the appraisal desk.

In a perfect world I would have taken this…

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A large Audubon print of canvas back ducks in Baltimore harbor.

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Years ago we thought this was the real deal. It was the right elephant folio size to be an original…

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It had the correct identifiers…

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The right printer and date.

It was a gift to my parents from a wealthy family friend and had been hanging on my parents wall since the 1960’s. My mother always told me it was worth a fortune.

She was right about that..

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But when my husband and I took it to Christie’s auction house in NYC 30 years ago we were told it was an only a good quality restrike from the 1940’s, worth approximately $3,000.

While that’s not chump change, and it may have appreciated some since then….

Nope.

Not Roadshow material.

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You can’t beat a good old fashioned general store.

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We drove down to Barrington New Hampshire recently… specifically to visit this store.

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Calefs was opened in 1869 and run by the same family for 150 years. Walking through its doors is like stepping back in time.

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Filled to the rafters with quirky products you’re not apt to see anywhere else, it’s a wonderful place to browse.

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Here’s the husband examining some pickled quail eggs.

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You can’t go wrong with peace, love or cheese.

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Beer?

They have that too.

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People still fill buckets with pickles from a wooden barrel.

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Though as I was taking a picture of this briny abomination the man behind the counter said, “Go ahead… no one’s tried them yet!”

Can’t say I’m surprised.

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Even the hot sauce was fun.

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The creaky uneven floors of the old farmhouse were great and my husband thoroughly enjoyed gawking at all the antiques lining the top shelves. The woman standing next to him works there and shared some story history.

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Naturally, we came home with goodies.

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Dinosaur wine gummies anyone?

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February was a good month for snow.

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Are you tired of winter snow photos? If so, you have my permission to depart the pattern now…. because that’s all there is today.

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No adult beverages on the deck last week I’m afraid.

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The above is a rare deer track free shot of the backyard. Taken early in the morning, it didn’t last.

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The wind has been killer this season. The above is a shot of my husband shoveling the driveway when it was 6 degrees with 53 mph gusts.

Yours truly stayed inside.

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Driveway clearing after a storm is the Maine equivalent of the office water cooler. Everyone crawls out of their snowbound homes and chats.

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And if you’re lucky, your neighbor cracks through the ice crusted snow your snowblower won’t with his tractor plow.

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How weird is your state?

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Apologies for not posting every state, some of you just aren’t that weird.

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This sounds perfectly reasonable to me. There are entirely too many fake cowboys.

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Do pickles bounce in every state, or just Connecticut?

Is my recently dormant pickle algorithm to blame for this blog?

I have questions…

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If I have any Hawaiian readers, please try this and report back.

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Okay, so that’s not very weird, but it’s my state so I’m including it.

I’m also adding this picture …. of the absolutely only billboard I’ve ever seen here. It’s on the Lisbon road heading towards Lewiston and was supposedly “grandfathered” in.

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I don’t buy that excuse. There were plenty of older billboards, someone is just too cowardly to rip down God.

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Kudos to Nebraska for their honesty.

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Finally, a reason to visit Notth Dakota.

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Do you love this as much as I do?

I’m not sure why they thought a giant plastic potato would draw tourists to their state, but I’m all in.

It also might explain something my husband and I are puzzled by every time we drive by this house…

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Yes. This is real.

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Clearly the homeowners are from Rhode Island.

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Seagulls have been known to wreak havoc here. I’ve had them steal a loaf of bread from my tote bag and dive bomb our cat. They will flat out f**k you up.

I’m definitely not spitting on one.

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We’re doomed.

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As many of you know, we’ve battled a certain red squirrel in the past.

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She’s chewed holes in our barn, our garage and our wood shed.

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She’s gnawed her way into the eaves of our home and given birth to a large brood we physically had to evict. She attacked my husband when he was cleaning gutters and built a nest in his truck engine, destroying wires that required it to be towed to the repair shop. I could go on, but I think you get the gist.

She’s a menace.

So the other day… when I saw she had a friend?

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I was concerned, but before I could fully process the horror? I saw this…

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Four!

There are now four red menaces in residence.

We’re doomed.

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