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Because every now and then a girl needs a 7 page cocktail list with lunch.

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Replacement windows.

They’re enough to drive a girl to drink.

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And what better place than the Blind Pig with their extensive cocktail menu?

First up… a spiked pear margarita.

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In a word?

Yum.

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This isn’t one of my husband’s favorite places as the food is hit or miss, but the cocktails can’t be beat.

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Round two was the mad mojito, but I requested it without the coconut milk top.

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Mmm…. fresh strawberries and mint.

And thankfully the chicken tenders were amazing that day. Fresh and juicy with a nice crisp coating. Even the husband approved.

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Thanksgiving fun.

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As I mentioned before, we spend Thanksgiving with close friends. So close we’re like family. The homeowner grew up with my husband, and his neighbor is my husband’s ex BIL.

A good time was had by all.

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Great minds think alike and there was twice as much Sangria.

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Though mine emptied more quickly.

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My husband found the dart board before dinner and a close game of sharply pointed projectiles ensued.

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And then we all had to trot out to the garage to check out our friend’s new (old) toy.

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A fully restored 1972 Jeep.

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Later that afternoon it was time to carve the turkey and make the gravy.

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And sit down to feast.

I stopped taking pictures at this point and happily sampled a little bit of everything.

Hope your holiday was full of food and fun as well.

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Ooh Babe-y.

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I love baseball.

Growing up in New Jersey, I was raised a Yankee fan and if my father’s office didn’t have a visiting client, we had free use of the firm’s box seats. Lots of good memories for me at that old stadium.

We moved to Maine in 1978 but I stayed loyal to the Yankees for decades… which did not endear me to New Englanders believe me. But by the turn of the millennium I gave in and switched my allegiance to the Red Sox.

I was a Sox fan in 2004 through Schilling’s bloody sock in the ALCS and the long awaited curse breaking World Series win. Good times.

It took us 86 years to break the curse of the Bambino after we sold Babe Ruth to the Yankees in 1918. And growing up with that story from both sides, I always thought the Babe started his career with the Sox.

Turns out I was wrong.

He started with Baltimore.. and his rookie card is about to go up for auction.

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I have a handful of baseball cards, nothing special … just a few players I like. And I’ve never paid more than $20 for any of them. But boy, I sure wish I’d stumbled across this one in a box at a yard sale.

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My husband swears he had a Mickey Mantle rookie card as a kid. And he could have. The time frame would be right. But … are you ready?…. he says he put it in between the spokes of his bicycle tire to hear the nifty flapping noise.

$12.6 million.

Sigh.

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Finally!

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Thoroughly disgusted with everything about Hammond Lumber due to our ongoing window fiasco, we instructed our contractor never to buy anything from them for us again. This includes the back doors that poorly run excuse for a store couldn’t manage to find after 3 weeks of trying.

The mind boggles.

With those instructions… our poor, beleaguered, probably sick of us contractor went across town to another building supplier called Hancock Lumber and opened an account.

Within minutes they found the odd sized bedroom door with the decorative window we wanted in the correct size.

It’s a miracle!

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They actually laughed when told what an issue we’d been having with it.

And not only did they promptly order that door, but they had the full glass panel door with built in blind we need for the living room…the one that baffled the other place… on the display floor.

Another miracle!

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Our contractor was so thrilled he took photos and texted them to me.

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And that my friends is how it’s supposed to work.

You go to the store.

You tell them what you want.

They order it.

In a matter of minutes.

I’m not religious, but thank you Jesus!

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Oh, sure. We paid more than I expected…but the damn things will here in 10-14 days and with any luck will be installed before it snows.

Finally!

Some good news.

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The name says it all.

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It was a crisp fall day, so we headed down Route 1 south to Saco to try a brewery I’d been hearing about for years.

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It’s housed in a refurbished mill complex on the river…

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And the atmosphere was wonderful. Brick walls and rustic wood.

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Naturally my husband headed for the bar where we sat behind some fancy taps.

See who’s in the middle of them?

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Rex.

Bar dog extraordinaire.

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Being a brewery we had to try a flight of everything they had on tap.

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And I enjoyed them so much I ordered a strawberry basil vodka lemonade.

How can so many different beers be so bad? Lager, stout, ale, IPA, amber, brown. Seriously, they were all sub par.

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I really wanted to like this place, but it wasn’t meant to be.

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And while my crab cake appetizer with remoulade wasn’t bad…

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The husband hated his French onion soup so another pub will be added to our never return list.

I guess I should have paid more attention.

It was all right there in the name.

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Good morning!

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It wasn’t for me as I spent a miserable night wide awake and trying to get comfortable with sciatic pain.

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I’m never sure how I tweak that particular nerve, but boy it lets me know when I do.

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Rolling out of bed this morning was a slow painful process…

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But I definitely had a gorgeous view.

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I’m off to sit on an ice pack and crunch some Tylenol.

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Hope your day is starting a little better.

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The post where we waited a month to find out what we knew a month ago.

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The day finally arrived, as did the supposed window expert.

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We’d had rain, sleet and snow in the morning but by the time he showed up at 2:30 it was just wet and cold.

After a thorough exterior examination with our contractor, the inspection moved inside.

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Measurements were taken, levels were checked…

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Pieces and parts were removed and given a complete going over.

The result?

A determination that the windows themselves weren’t square and one was 3/16ths off plumb. Which is what we told them a month ago.

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Pictures were taken for the report and we were left with two options.

1. Completely new sashes could be ordered for four out of the five windows. This would take at least 7-8 weeks with no guarantee they would be any better than these.

2. A complete refund could be requested and 5 new windows ordered from a different company… which will also take 7-8 weeks.

I can’t stress how much of an inconvenience this has been and will continue to be. Either option will force our contractor to be installing windows in January.

In Maine.

Grrr… not to mention brrr.

We’ve decided to go with door #2 and will be heading over to the store later today to argue for a full refund and begin the entire window selection process again.

Needless to say I’m not looking forward to it.

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Odds and ends

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As you know, I’m all about the creative cocktails. Infusions? Yes.

Fresh herbs and dried fruit? Perfect.

But lately I’ve noticed a disturbing trend toward absurdly over sugared, cake and cookie rimmed dessert in a glass concoctions and I think they’re getting a little out of hand.

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Enough already. Sitting at a bar shouldn’t rot your teeth. Your liver, sure. But no one needs a vodka driven cavity.

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Do not f*ck with the British.

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Pot is legal in Maine and has been for a few years. Stores have popped up everywhere and while that’s hard enough to get used to…. I had to laugh at this flyer I saw the other day. It was distributed by the government who apparently have an “Office of Cannabis Policy”. My teenage self… who went to great lengths to hide her stash… is silently chortling that a free lunch is provided. At least they know their audience.

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The required photo of Lord Dudley Mountcatten, just because.

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This should be fun. Not.

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The Marvin window specialist didn’t show up the day they were scheduled, which for once was a good thing. Our contractor is back in town now and thankfully will be meeting the rep at our house later this afternoon.

That’s the good news.

The bad news looks like this :

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Not exactly optimal window repair and/or extraction weather.

And while I feel sorry for our contractor… it seems like the expert is getting what he deserves for making us wait an entire month.

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