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Because wasting your time is what I do best.
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Let’s see…
I’ll arrive with Jell-O shots, jalapeño poppers and some jerky.
Not the most appetizing ensemble, but J is not the most food friendly letter.
What are you bringing?
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Let’s play.
Tag Archives: humor
When you need some squashed cider ….
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Every fall I have to make a pilgrimage.
And while I used to drive to South Berwick, Maine this year I had to drive farther … down to Dover, New Hampshire because the cider I crave has moved in to larger new digs.
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This is small batch hard cider and has a very limited distribution range. Even if I do manage to find an elusive 4 pack in a store up our way, it’s never the seasonal flavors I want.
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With that many varieties, we had to do a flight.
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Which made me add a melon crush and a ginjah baby to the three packs of squashed I brought home. .
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You’re looking at $90 worth.
The prices make me gasp every time… $18 a four pack, which is $4.50 per can.
Insane.
But then so is the apple-y goodness.
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Autumn splendor.
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As I said before, the fall color in my area has been less than spectacular this season. Not wanting to miss the full glory of a Maine autumn, we headed north for some serious leaf peeping.
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Ah, that’s better.
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The Carrabassett Valley rarely disappoints.
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I have a friend who hates the fall and sees the changing of the leaves as a sign of death. She says it’s depressing because it means winter is right around the corner.
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Winter is coming, ‘tis true, but the last gasp of nature’s beauty before the temperatures plummet is a show I never want to miss.
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And no, that’s not dirt on my lens, they’re falling leaves.
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To be continued…
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Undoing all the chucker’s hard work.
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My husband needed something in the little storage room at the back of our garage the other day.
We rarely use it, but the woodchucks certainly do.
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It was all he could do to open the door…
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And even that required a shovel.
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From one little access point, they sure did make a mess.
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Once things were removed we found this:
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Tiny shredded strips of a tarp that used to be whole.
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An entire morning was spent putting things right.
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And not without my husband spouting a few choice words for our furry little digging friends.
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More from new favorite wild haggis FB page.
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I’m sorry, but I seriously love this silly group of people and their irreverent haggis sightings.
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For those of my non Scottish friends, the definition of haggis is as follows:
Traditionally, a Haggis is made from the lung, liver, and heart of the sheep. These are mixed with oatmeal and a few spices and stuffed into the sheep’s stomach. After being boiled, the Haggis is brought to the table with a great deal of ceremony. A piper ushers in the Haggis and all raise a glass of Scotch whiskey and “brrreath a prrayerr for the soul of Rrrobbie Burrrns!” It is then served with “neeps and nips,” mashed turnips and nips of whiskey. I think you have to drink a lot of Scotch before you can truly enjoy this dish, but a party of Scots without a Haggis is simply not heard of.
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While I proudly lay claim to Scots ancestry, I cannot honestly say I’ve ever enjoyed their much beloved national dish.
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But that doesn’t stop me from chortling over the continued quest to spot the elusive wild haggis.
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Wily creatures, those haggi.
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Ouch!
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A serious case of wagon envy.
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The antique transportation museum is always a favorite at the Fryeburg Fair.
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They have some truly amazing, well restored vehicles.
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Beautiful, but I can’t imagine traveling across country in one.
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Even back then they knew discussing politics and religion was a sure way to ruin a journey.
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Sharing your bottle on the other hand, is a sure way to make instant friends.
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My husband always has wagon envy when walking around this building.
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Or maybe he just wanted a beer.
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I loved this little Swedish ice sleigh. Wife on the seat in front, husband in back.
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A hearse, complete with laying out table.
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I hustled my spouse right past this sign before he could read it.
One antique carriage in our shed is more than enough.
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Outside, we found this one… which is very similar to the one he bought, though in a bit better shape.
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News you can’t use.
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And even if you could, you wouldn’t want to.
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No more nanas?
Say it isn’t so…
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And to think we only spent $30,000 redoing ours.
What a deal…
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I can honestly say this is s a situation I’ve never had to stress over.
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Wombats rock.
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They rock, and apparently can use their butts like rocks. You have to love that.
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Cruise ships are floating germ factories.
And what’s up with the constant gastro distress? Is Chipotles doing their catering now…
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Strange viewing..
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My husband’s television viewing habits are usually limited to news, westerns and classic cinema but every once in a while I’ll walk by and be surprised.
The other day I saw this…
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And had to do a double take.
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Yes, that’s a disembodied head in the background.
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The doctor’s wife’s head to be precise.
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Is it any wonder I escape to the den to read?
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Cow!!
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Being that I’m the annoying person on road trips who always announces cow! when one is passed, you know I thoroughly enjoyed the bovine section of the fair.
Cows of every size, shape and color were on display and I was a happy camper.
This is Fred.
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We petted Fred and Fred didn’t mind.
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This prize winner was sectioned off with multiple warnings not to touch. And as hard as that was… his coat was delightful!…even my has to touch everything husband obeyed.
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There were stocky legged cows…
( I feel you buddy, I really do)
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And Oreo cows…
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And tufted ears cows.
Isn’t that the sweetest!
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I did feel sorry for this particular cow.
Poor thing had the worst name ever.
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This next lady also had a do not touch sign.
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And with those horns it was easy to comply.
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Want to feel small?
Spend some time in the ox barn.
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Room with a view.
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Cow!
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A little bit of controversy, a whole lot of nothing specific.
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Let’s start with some roadside autumn color.
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Is it any wonder this is my favorite time of year?
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Nice try.
My booty does not have a phone.
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I post this for a reason.
Not being a religious person, I take the separation of church and state seriously. In the United States we have the freedom to worship as we choose and I fully support that. If you want to promote bring your Bible to school day at your private Christian academy… fine, please do so. But this announcement was released at a public, tax payer funded school and yes, I have a problem with that.
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That’s pretty much where I am.
I don’t need a supreme being to shame/suggest/command me to do the right thing and help others.
I just do.
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There.
That’s it for my controversial topics. Religion and politics. Checked them both.
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Now, a little of our backyard autumn color.
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And since my husband finished two walls and the roof on the shed extension? Since his new toy is covered and protected from the elements?
He thinks he’s done and hung an old cavas tarp instead of building a door.
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Boy, have I got news for him.
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Greenhouse support hoops are starting to appear across the road.
Our lovely view’s days are numbered.
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But voila!
My husband attached the new light fixture on the front porch properly… and though I was beginning to think it would never happen?
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We are officially calling the remodel complete.
When I have time, I’ll dig out some before and after pics for comparison.
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