We didn’t have any specific plans for St.Patricks Day so after running a few morning errands we decided to stop at our local pub for lunch on the way home .
Appropriate beverages were consumed.
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Noticing the owner, and our favorite Scottish bartender, was slightly out of sorts… we inquired as to the reason.
Turns out he’d wanted the day off… because while most people enjoy that holiday? He hates it.
Naturally I asked why.
“Because I’m tired of everyone asking me what part of Ireland I’m from.”
Which probably explained the sentiment on his shirt.
My husband’s brother posted a few photos on Facebook after our last big snow storm.. and though he lives in a old farmhouse north of us and has a lot more property than we do? I was surprised at just how run down he looked after finishing his snow blowing.
Lord Dudley Mountcatten is not thrilled with snow and shoveled pathways.
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Winter walkies are lasting approximately 2 minutes these days.
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Spotted this in the crap cave cellar the other day but was unable to peruse the contents as the husband had it sealed in plastic. From the look of the cover, my idea of hippies and their idea of hippies are two different things.
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While I don’t usually share recipes… I tried this one the other day and thought it was quite tasty, as well as easy to make, so here we are.
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Saw this grill set in a store the other day and thought they must have been made with Shaquille O’Neal in mind. That’s my foot for size reference.
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Talk about a big burger. Damn.
And lastly, here’s Lord Dudley having his morning coffee.
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Don’t worry, he doesn’t really drink any… just tries to lick the residue of cream.
The giant N’Or Easter predicted to slam the Maine coast came and went yesterday with admittedly high winds…. but not nearly the amount of snow they were promising.
The weathermen said a foot, we got roughly 4 inches. But it was the heavy wet crap that weighs down tree branches which then take out power lines. And at 9:00 last night?
Poof.
We woke up to darkness and no electricity today.
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Thank goodness for a fireplace. It doesn’t heat the whole house but kept the living room a toasty 63.
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And thank goodness for powerful battery operated lanterns that light up the kitchen so His Royal Highness can be fed.
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Turns out the problem was right next door where a tree fell on the main line that feeds the whole road. The power company was out early …
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As was the husband… who won’t use the snowblower when it’s heavy and wet because it clogs the auger. It was still snowing when I took the picture so his newly cleared driveway was filling back up behind him. Why didn’t he wait till it stopped?
Because we had no power, which means no satellite, which means no television. He was bored.
Thankfully the power came back on late morning and nothing in the freezer or fridge was lost. The temperature is supposed to be 48 tomorrow so it will all melt again.
I swear I have winter whiplash this season.
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The culprit. The wind lifted it right out of the ground…
Lord Dudley Mountcatten is an exemplary feline with very few destructive habits. When he first agreed to cohabitate with us and let the husband and I be his slaves… he did however choose one chair to sharpen the royal claws. Not wanting to have shredded upholstery, his minions shopped for an alternative.
But when… after 4 replacement items were tried and rejected … an acceptable substitute scratching post was purchased? He transferred activity there and has been happily loyal to his sisal ever since.
As you can see, His Lordship gives it a workout. Which is why he has to have one with a weighted base so it doesn’t tip over and scare him back to the chair.
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His servant has repeatedly glued, tied, cut and attempted to fix the damaged areas but came to the conclusion a new post must be purchased.
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Problem is, the favorite can no longer be found.
Oh! The horror!
After repeated shopping trips to every pet store in the area, Amazon was checked. And May I say… the selection was impressive. Had His Lordship wanted a palm tree …
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An orange…
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Or even a cactus it would have been no problem.
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Though I can’t say that cat looked too thrilled.
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A cherry? Sure…
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A giraffe that could swallow Lord Dudley whole?
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It could be his for a mere $265.
Hell, there was even a carrot.
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But what there wasn’t …. was the only plain, square, weighted base scratching post he wants.
I am an extremely happy camper and the reason is beer.
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We’ve found a delightful new brewery that doesn’t overload their brew with hops, hence the title.
The latest trend in Maine microbrews is IPA’s. Hoppy, bitter, double and triple IPA’s… which is fine, unless you’re me and don’t like them. I can’t tell you how many tasting rooms we’ve visited where every single beer on tap is hop forward.
Enter Olive Pit Brewing… a small, dog friendly, woman owned operation whose main goal is offering creative options.
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I should have flipped that over and photographed the other side… but I was too busy sampling. Please note there was a margarita inspired beer. Be still my heart.
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Yes, both those flights were mine. Don’t judge… variety is the spice of life.
And if you noticed the flight boards are dog bones?
There’s a reason.
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Meet Olive, the inspiration. A rescue dog the owners adopted from down south, Olive became seriously ill shortly after moving to Maine… but $25,000 later ( no, I’m not exaggerating ) she’s a well loved and happy pup.
So the brewery welcomes dogs, inside and out. Dogs and beer. What’s not to love?
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Did I mention there are beer cocktails?
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You know I had to try that!
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Weird, but quite tasty. And perfect for our one friend who doesn’t like beer but agreed to come because she’s a good sport.
We had a great time and definitely plan on going back.
Swag? Of course I had to buy some.
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Forest green t shirt…
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With appropriate tagline on the back.
They don’t bite because they’re not hoppy.
They don’t bite because the dogs are friendly.
And after tasting every single brew they offered? I can attest to the fact their product most definitely doesn’t bite taste wise either.
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A few glasses for the Barn Mahal bar.
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