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A few more sunrise photos, because if I’m up early?
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There better be a show.
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Any idea?
It’s Rick Dees and His Cast of Idiots – Disco Duck.
Which admittedly, was pretty darn bad.
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I might have to argue with this one.
It’s Soft Cell’s Tainted Love, which I found rather annoying.
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The birds.
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I admit this surprised me.
Coffee and tea.
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Ugh.
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I don’t drink coffee and have never ordered hot tea on a plane…. so I’m safe.
Are you?
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I grew up in New Jersey and had many Italian friends. These Italian friends had Italian mothers who cooked. Boy howdy, did they ever. So when I saw this list the other day I knew I would do pretty well…
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Though I do have a tendency to make my bruschetta a soft middle consonant instead of hard.
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It’s bush hogging season in the country and when the man comes to do our neighbor’s field …
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We have him do our back half acre to the woods as well.
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Our backyard leaves have turned, but like the rest of the state not vibrantly.
Are you thinking about moving? Maybe into a slightly larger home?
If so, I’ve got your back.
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And if the high cost seems out of reach, just know it’s the house where Dark Shadows was filmed years ago. Walking the halls with Barnabas Collins? You can’t put a price on that.
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Am I the only one who does this? You’re driving down the road when you hear a song you want to add to your iPod so you take a picture of the radio for future reference?
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Considering no one uses iPods anymore, I’m going to guess yes.
I’m the only dinosaur who does this.
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I’ve long considered myself a tree hugging liberal without ever giving much thought to actually hugging a tree.
Until I read this..
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Who knew?
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I love to read. And since I do a lot of it, I love a library book sale.
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Two dollars for hardcovers, $1, for paperbacks makes me feel less guilty that these two stacks will be finished in a month and a half.
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This martini is for Mark. Made with fresh watermelon puree it was utterly delightful.
Really!
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This makes me even more glad I can’t stand the stuff.
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Remember I spoke of this a while back?
A third less tourists is not good for Maine’s economy.
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The husband, examining a wagon wheel fence he saw at a yard sale. Needless to say he was disappointed the wheels were not for sale.
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This is Pia.
I’m cat sitting for a neighbor this week… and when Pia wants to be petted?
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You’d better pet.
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Best advice I’ve heard in a while.
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Humor me.
And hopefully yourself as well.
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This is going to be fun!
Bread Zeppelin.
Bruce Spring Rolls.
Iggy Pop Tarts.
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The Almond Brothers.
Green Bean Day.
Fleetwood Mac and Cheese.
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Shish KeBob Dylan.
Elton Johnny Cake.
ZZ Top Ramen.
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Grapeful Dead.
Black Pudding Sabbath.
Pearl Strawberry Jam.
Your turn!
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You know I’ll never run out of stupid headlines. The world can be a stupid place…
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I have to wonder about this. Wouldn’t 30 bottles of bull sperm have been sufficient?
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Kendall, give your nipples a rest. I’m tired of their antics.
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I’m gonna go out on a limb here and say swim.
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I think I’ve been listening to music incorrectly for a long time. Damn.
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Ear boners.
I have officially heard everything now.
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Just… wow.
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Sometimes you just need a stupid laugh. And I found quite a few the other day when this stupid page appeared on my Facebook feed.
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And yes, they’re as delightfully bad as you’d expect.
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I’m guessing that won’t be easy listening.
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Wow.
And you know he was proud of that hair.
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That’s got to hurt.
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I’m guessing Jesus would pass.
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I like to think I have a wide and varied knowledge of music… but I have to admit, this album escaped my notice.
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You know the drill.
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While I can think of quite a few songs that pull at my heart strings or choke me up on occasion…. there’s only one that turns me into a blubbering mess every single time.
I’m an only child of older parents and was a daddy’s girl from day one.
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I lost him when I was 15 and to be honest, I still haven’t gotten over it.
The song that makes me cry every time?
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How about you?
What tune always makes your eyes leak?
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Yes, I hate to admit it…. but I do.
I like a Miley Cyrus song.
The annoying, immature, in your face, twerking, sexpot daughter of the Achy Breaky Heart guy. Ugh.
I never thought it would be possible but her new song “Flowers” has burrowed its way into my head and is happily stuck there.
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Guess I’m not the only one.
Is she telling her ex husband Liam Hemsworth she’s finally over him and ready to move on? Definitely.
Is it turning into a monster women’s anthem of independence and empowerment? No doubt about it.
I still don’t like her… but it’s an ear worm that might be with me for a while.
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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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Too many antique stores, too little time. Not to mention money.
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Mantiques? That sounded like trouble…. and as soon as we walked through the door of the large converted barn I feared my checkbook might not survive.
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1939 Rockola Art Deco juke box with unusual pop up speaker? Fabulous! The husband drooled on behalf of the man cave, but I broke his heart and refused to fork over $9,995.00.
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You know it’s not your every day thrift store when you see things like this.
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Embalming pump? That’s a coffee table piece sure to spark scintillating conversations.
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Any ideas what that is…?
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Apparently pumps of all sorts are popular.
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I got a huge kick out of the price tag description on this item.
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Lock the kids in the sweat box. That’ll keep ‘em quiet.
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If a naked blonde doesn’t encourage Junior to save his pennies, nothing will.
Three full floors of amazing items later we almost made it out the door without purchasing anything and then…
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The husband fell in love.
A long conversation with the owner followed. Photos of the Barn Mahal were shared, placement of the item was discussed. Meanwhile, I sought the price tag…
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And while slightly less painful than the first jukebox, it was still a tad more than I planned on spending that day.
Husband eyes were flashing that “I have to own it!” look and yours truly had to do some quick thinking.
A jukebox.
From 1946?
It only played 78’s!
Perry Como, Doris Day, Mitch Miller, Bing Crosby? Not man cave music. Nope. Not even close.
Phew! That was close.
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