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This week’s question is in honor of a certain Spam obsessed blogger who shall remain nameless.

Oh, who am I kidding?

It’s Mark, he’s crazy for the stuff.

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As far as I’m concerned Spam is a four letter word. A more disgusting gelatinous meat wanna be you’re not apt to find.

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Blech.

🤢

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Fresh off the assembly line in 1937.

I’ve heard rumors they’ll be making a second batch any day now.

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Health food it’s not.

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My late MIL was the queen of spam. Spam loaf, spam spaghetti, spam and beans… hell, she even made spam pie.

I’ve never been able to stomach the canned abomination and don’t understand why anyone would voluntarily consume it.

So my question is… yay or nay?

Where do you stand on Spam.

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Because it’s better than eating kale.

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Here are mine.

While reading The Life Impossible, which is set in Ibiza Spain, I read a chapter about a massive nightclub called Ku… think Studio 54 on steroids. It said Freddie Mercury and Montserrat Caballé filmed the video for Barcelona there so I had to check veracity.

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It’s true.

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Poor Freddie, gone too soon.

Next was a search about the benefits of glucosamine chondroitin.

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I’ve tried everything else for my knee pain, I figure it can’t hurt.

Search #3 was for the Say Hey kid.

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Being a baseball (and baseball history) lover, I just watched an HBO documentary on this amazing athlete and needed a few more facts.

Lifetime batting average? 302.

❤️

Your turn.

Last three searches… go!

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Because you’re already here. What else is there to do….

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My twenties were awesome.

My thirties rocked.

My forties were blissfully happy.

Things started to go downhill physically in my fifties when I went from a perfectly healthy woman who had never been in the hospital (and still had all her original parts, including tonsils, appendix and wisdom teeth) to a menopausal shell of my former self, drenched in hot flash sweat with achy joints, a bum knee, 35 extra pounds and bunions.

So yeah.

Any age before 50 is alright with me.

How about you?

What age do you want to stay…

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You won’t get paid, but my undying gratitude should be reward enough.

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This is an easy one for me….

Nurse/doctor.

I’m not good with open wounds, serious illnesses, and bodily fluids. Sure, I’ll pamper you through a cold and bring you an ice pack for that sprained ankle but when the husband had a gaping hole in his stomach from a post op gall bladder removal infection that needed to be swabbed out with antiseptic every day for a week? We had to drive to the clinic each morning because the first time I tried to do it I almost vomited into the incision… and that’s the opposite of disinfecting.

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How about you?

Which profession should you avoid at all costs…

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Because your brain needs a work out every now and then.

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I figure I would have lasted about an hour and a half, and only if I didn’t leave the cave.

I’m a lot of things, but a survivalist isn’t one of them.

I don’t camp. ( nowhere to plug in my blow dryer )

I can’t make fire. ( without a lighter )

I don’t fish and I don’t hunt. ( unless it’s down a grocery aisle )

Hell, I can’t even tell a good mushroom from a poisonous one. ( though in the late 70’s I discovered a different kind of good ‘shroom 😉 )

Yup, an hour and a half sounds about right.

How about you?

What’s your prehistoric survival time limit…

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No snarky comments necessary, I’m aware humans and dinosaurs didn’t co exist.

Or did they…?

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🤣

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Because it will make me happy, and I know you live for that.

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My morning starts like this:

Up between 5:00 and 5:30am.

Feed cat. Feed birds. Feed woodchuck.

Cup of tea.

Quick check of online news, email and social media.

Then, my new obsession. The New York Times game app.

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I used to do Wordle when it first came out, but not with any regularity. But since I discovered the free app?

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These brain teasers are how I start my day.

(Except for the Sudoku. I’ve always hated math.)

More games are available if you purchase the full version, but these are enough for me.

So…

How do you start your day?

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You know you want to.

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I can do one better,..

I’ll show you.

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There she is, a 1963 Ford Falcon station wagon… complete with wood on the sides.

I don’t have to tell you this was more than slightly mortifying to a teenager. The Falcon was a lot of things, but cool wasn’t one of them.

That picture was taken in the late eighties… judging from the head to toe acid washed denim… and yes, my mother was still driving her. She grew up in NYC where no one in her era drove or even bothered to learn. The woman got her first license when she moved to the suburbs at age 40 right before I was born and didn’t enjoy it. She was a nervous and overly cautious motorist and never felt comfortable behind the wheel. She learned to drive in that Falcon and it was literally the only car she ever drove her entire life.

It had vacuum wipers, no seatbelts, an am radio, a manual choke and by the time I drove her? A top speed of 51 before she started to rattle so badly you had to slow down. It was a good thing we lived on the Island because the old girl would never have tolerated a highway.

How about you?

Name the car…

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It’s less embarrassing than an enema, but only just.

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I have a long list of bonehead moves but my most recent was a few years back. I’d pulled into a bank’s ATM machine… it was next to their drive thru window and on top of a short hill. For whatever reason, I wasn’t paying attention and when I realized I was too far away to reach the machine I opened my door, dropped my card and leaned out to retrieve it….

Without putting the car in park.

On a hill.

Not my brightest move.

Gravity is indeed a fickle b*tch… because the car went rolling, and so did I. Fell right out of the car on my knees and was dragged alongside it until I managed to reach in and push the brake. Unfortunately not before the left front fender slid along the concrete barrier and went crunch.

The drive thru teller saw the whole thing and half the bank emptied out in the parking lot to make sure I was okay. Other than a ripped knee on my jeans, the only thing hurt was my pride because I felt like a right royal idiot.

As soon as I got home the local police called and made me go downtown to fill out an accident report. When the officer asked what happened… I told him I had a blonde moment.

A moment that cost me over $1,800 in body work.

Duh.

Now you.

Share your stupidity!

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