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I found a product I might just have to buy.
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While I’m not a huge fan of pigs in a blanket, I can easily see pig shaped brownies and pig shaped cornbread.
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Pig shaped ice for my cocktails?
Yes please!
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Admit it…
You want one too.
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Tag Archives: pigs
It’s a miracle!
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Somewhere …. pigs are flying. I know this because I went out to the big barn and saw something I never thought I’d see.
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My husband sorting through and …. are you sitting down?… actually throwing things out!
It’s true. And I might have wept with joy. (After an orgasm. Or two. )
Not only did he throw things out….
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He chopped some up and cut them into little pieces.
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Okay he did it with a saw that was on the floor because the tables were covered in crap… but still!
The old rotten shelf with the 40 degree lean that was filled with useless stuff? Gone!
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Whatever this was?
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It and all it’s relatives… gone!
I couldn’t figure out why this was happening, but it’s like extended happy hour at your favorite bar…. you don’t ask why. You just drink till you pass out.
And then I noticed where all of these things were going.
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In piles alongside the deck.
One minute there was a rusty folding camp bed and broken sewing machine table…. the next minute? They were gone.
I assumed the husband was loading up his truck for a dump run, but no.
It turns out the man who we hired to paint our barn wanted it.
All of it.
And was filling up the back of his truck.
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Pardon the terrible through the screen photo but I was so happy to see the crap leave our property I had to.
So miracles do happen, and the best miracle of all?
We’d hired a fellow hoarder! And I realized the husband wasn’t throwing out his treasure…. he was gifting it.
Why in the world didn’t I think of this sooner?
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I love my town….
And their slightly off balance Facebook page.
Not off hand, no.
But I hope he finds one. Pigless is a terrible thing to be.
This picture of our local sheriff’s truck was posted by a resident.
Because really, who needs blue lights when you have a chicken?
This post was met with the incredulity and the scathing derision it deserved . Reveal your fiddlehead location? To a stranger!!
Mainers have been killed for less.
Fiddleheads are a precious ($15-$20 per pound) and extremely fleeting commodity in the spring. Locals protect their secret gathering spots like they do their virgin daughters. Personally I can’t stand the slimy things…
But Mainers go berserk for them.
And speaking of barely edible food, some well meaning townie posted this:
Now really, if I’m not going to eat the delicate unfurled leaves of a fern?
You can damn sure bet I’m not baking helicopter seed pods that look like bugs.
Damn.
I love my town… chapter 4.
My town’s FB page keeps me up to date on all the important local happenings…
And some of the not so important ones as well.
There were a lot of takers for this next one…
I’m just hoping this wasn’t their mode of transportation.
Another lost pig made the news…
And he seemed pretty happy to stay that way.
Then there was a woman wondering if anyone was interested in a group she was getting together.
Singing bowls?
Clearly she attended one of those crazy adult education classes I’m always riffing about.
And finally there was this one, posted on the day Maine made cell phone usage while driving illegal.
Technically it’s not about my town, but funny all the same.
Goat horn foreheads should never be overlooked.
Thank you Google Images for providing my nightmare material for the foreseeable future.
**Shudders**
I love my town… Part 2
More blurbs from my town’s FB page that are too good not to share.
Lots of things were lost this month….
Along with Batman, there was the weekly pig escape.
Before moving here, I never knew errant pigs were such a problem.
And apparently sheep are as well.
Big white coffee tables.
Ya gotta love it.
This next one was amusing as well.
I’m not sure a bat circling your couch is a valid reason to call 911…. but I never saw the update, so maybe I’m wrong.
And finally, there was this….
Glad I wasn’t in town that day….
Thankfully our air was fish stink free.
Going hog wild…
I’m beginning to wonder if my town has a problem.
A pig problem.
On the contrary, I love pigs….
But I’m starting to think they’ve all heard about the backyard buffet we lay out and are on their way.
You see, they’ve been escaping at an alarming rate.
Every time I check our local FB page –
Well, they’d be pretty hard to miss now wouldn’t they?
And as much as I love seeing new wildlife at out house, technically these guys aren’t wild…
And usually make a mess of their lawns.
So unless they’re housebroken and well groomed?
Kindly keep your piggies corralled.
I’d hate to explain that accident to my car insurance company.
Fun at the fair…. and balls.
We hadn’t been to the Topsham Fair in years, and after going the other day I remembered why.
Maine has some fabulous county fairs….. but this isn’t one of them.
With a $12 charge per person to get in? There should have been more… everything.
We started with the livestock, because I do love me some critters.
I got up close and personal with sheep….
While the husband chatted up a cow.
This cow was lying down.
As was her owner…
And it took all my willpower not to yell at him to drop his phone and learn how to spell her name properly.
Sorry El….
This cow had a little speck of something on her nose…
Which proved to be no problem.
Yes, that’s her tongue. And she knew how to use it.
Did you know…
Cows can’t vomit?
I live to enlighten.
We saw ox, and horses.
Some huge.
Some small.
We saw pigs…
With lots of baby pigs…
And goats..
With some pretty big…
Sorry…. but holy crap!
How do you walk with balls that big?
We strolled around looking for the chicken barn….
Only to discover there wasn’t one.
Very disappointing.
And then we walked past the “Decorate a Bale of Hay” contest.
Which… yeah.
Was a bit odd.
I temporarily lost the husband to some old rusty crap.
And found him checking out some sweet old vehicles for sale.
We meandered through the collection of carriages and sleighs which we always love…
And found a cannon…
With a strategically placed ball.
In a sack.
Tell me someone doesn’t have a sense of humor….
We made the obligatory walk through the exhibition hall.
But the Blue Ribbon rhubarb failed to thrill.
And aside from the carnival rides we didn’t ride and the roach coach junk food that we didn’t eat, that was it….
Until I spotted George.
And fell in love.
I mean… look at him!
George is an Emu.
Homely…
Humble..
And despite the prehistoric raptor like gaze, quite friendly.
Here’s some riveting video of him drinking water.
And a little something closer up.
He’s over 6 foot tall, with coarse dense feathers.
Yes, we bonded…. and I petted him.
Totally worth the $12 admission price.
I love my town.
Want to put your finger on the pulse of your town?
Check out the Facebook group pages.
No matter how large or small your particular hamlet is, chances are someone, somewhere is administrating a page for it.
I haven’t had so much fun in years!
You’ll learn very quickly who the town gossips are, where to find a free 40 year old slightly faded recliner, which families have been feuding since 1923, who stole the carrots off the honor system garden cart, the residents you should avoid at all costs, and where the best wild raspberries are found.
There are also important things like this:
That’s news you can use people!
Neighbors helping neighbors…
*Note to self- avoid the White Road*
Granted, if you live in the city you won’t have such interesting headlines.
But loose chickens can be a problem anywhere…
Things I like today… chapter 5.
I like….
Finding that just right product at T.J. Maxx.
Pig collagen.
Because have you ever seen a wrinkled pig?
I like…
Taking the guess work out of what to get me for my birthday.
Good clean fun…. yes sirree.
I like…
Hummingbirds who pull up a chair and sit a while.
As this one did the other day on our back deck.
2,000 meals a day and sleep the whole night thru?
I totally want to be a hummingbird now.
I like….
Okay, technically I don’t know if I like it yet because I just bought it.
But a 100 calorie cocktail?
What’s not to like?
And finally, I like….
This sign.
Because who can argue with that?
Vermont, where I make friends with pigs.
As we were leaving Lake Champlain behind…
We (read, the husband) took a wrong turn. How this is possible when I’m constantly pointing and screaming “LEFT!” or “RIGHT” at the top of my lungs I really don’t know, but it happens.
So where did he choose to turn around?
Here.
In a field full of pigs.
Why yes, yes I am.
And when I rolled down my window to say hello, all his brothers and sisters came running out of the woods.
**Note to self – Add Pig Whisperer to resume.**
Driving south through Burlington to eat at a restaurant the husband remembered, we passed this.
Yes, those are fire hydrants.
Though, as usual… the husband was driving too fast for me to get a good picture. But apparently this is a famous sculpture in those parts and a bit of a tourist attraction.
Ah, Vermont. Ya gotta love it.
Arriving at the Windjammer after lunch but before dinner (4:00) we weren’t allowed to sit in the dining room and had to go upstairs to the bar where I had the worst cranberry orange mule imaginable. Blech. Pink dishwater…
There was also a limited ‘in between’ menu which always ticks me off. If you’re open? Serve. If you don’t want to serve? Close. It’s a simple concept.
I was starving from missing lunch and ordered the rather interesting sounding meatloaf.
Naturally I wanted mashed potatoes with it… I mean, hello? It’s meatloaf!
But since it was 4:00? No dice. (Or potatoes.)
I settled for broccoli.
Sadly, no. I’m not.
Order placed, we clomped downstairs to the salad bar which was shaped like a ship.
Isn’t it just.
The salad bar was mediocre, nothing to write home about… but the meals? Lord love a duck, they were horrible. The husband didn’t eat his Shephards Pie, it was as dry as the Sahara and while I tried to struggle through the pasty, how can it be this tasteless meatloaf, I gave up rather quickly and ended up having a plate of broccoli.
No pictures…
Agreed.
You really weren’t. Management took it off our bill, but I really have nothing good to say about that place.
As we drove back to the resort to pick through left overs in the fridge, I made the husband slow down so I could take a few quick pics of the fabulous silo that greets you when you come into the town.
How fun is that?
