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Happy Friday!
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Since I don’t drink coffee, I’m going to take blogging liberty and switch mine to tea.
I doubt it will come at as any surprise that I hate the heat. I detest sweaty, humid summers and long for cool, crisp autumn temperatures.
I drink iced tea all year long. Fresh brewed, unsweetened with a slice of lemon.
So yes, I pick cold in winter.
How about you?
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Because into every summer a little corn must fall.
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Mmm… this is tough. I usually just roll it in butter and call it a day. But if I had to choose toppings?
I’d be torn between pesto and elote.
What’s your cob of choice?
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One question.
One minute, tops.
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This is a tough one. If we still had a mortgage, I probably would have said that because it was a doozy … but that’s not a life long bill. It just felt that way.
And with the uncertainty in the Middle East, filling our tanks with heating oil this winter is going to make my cry, no doubt about that.
But I think I’ll have to choose groceries.
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We may not live in a mansion, may not drive Ferraris, but we like to eat … and we eat well. Which results in some eye popping receipts at the grocery store. Have you priced a decent pot roast these days? It’s criminal.
So yes. I’ll pick free groceries for life.
With all the money I’ll save, I’ll be picking out that Ferrari before you can say 5 pound boneless chuck.
How about you?
What bill do you want paid for life.
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Because it’s Friday and that’s what we do here.
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I can’t say any of the Maine adjectives surprised me.
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But I do think my home state of New Jersey is getting an awfully bad rap.
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I have wonderful memories of growing up there and yes, Jersey might be expensive, Italian (though that’s not a bad thing, the food is fantastic) and densely populated…. but I assure you, it’s never boring.
Now you.
Why is your state so….
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Because it beats work and will only take a minute of your time.
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Our neighbors have the most adorable Corgis and though I’m a cat person at heart, I do enjoy watching their sweet little guys run around and frolic on the lawn.
They always seem to have a smile on their face, and who doesn’t love that?
#4 for me.
Now you.
Pick a seat mate.
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I’ll ask you to put your thinking cap on, but the weekend is almost here.
You can take it off soon.
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Here are mine…
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I had to go back and watch this a second time right after I saw it because I didn’t believe the premise.
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Same situation as the first. My original thought? No way!
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Great movie. I never saw it (him) coming.
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Not quite as good as the others, but a decent legal drama twist.
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Now you.
Give me a movie with an insane plot twist.
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This may require a bit of thinking, but don’t let that put you off.
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For Lord Dudley Mountcatten?
I have two…
1. Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.
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When His Lordship is in full attack mode, it’s very dragon like.
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Even when there’s a window between him and his prey.
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I think you can guess this crouch didn’t end well for the tree.
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2. The Big Sleep.
When not actively stalking, His Lordship excels at napping.
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Usually for 18- 20 hours a day.
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And don’t think about interrupting his slumber if you value your skin.
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We call this the do not disturb.
❤️
Now you…
What movie title describes your pet?
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Because it’s Friday and the weekend is almost here.
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We live in Maine for many reasons but high on the list? The scenic beauty.
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Rocky shores, coastal plains, virgin forests, rolling pastures and small pristine mountains. I love the change of seasons… the crisp colors of fall, the winter wonderland of snow.
I lived down south for 17 years and while parts of it are beautiful, it was never home. Too hot, too flat, too depressingly brown for Christmas.
So give me the blue zone. The cool air, the lakes, the mountains, the northern coasts. Quirky New England villages and Montana’s wide open valleys. I’ll be a happy camper. (Metaphorically speaking as I don’t camp.)
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How about you?
Pick a zone.
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Dip back into your childhood memories and answer this one.
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I remember neighborhood rounds of Spotlight.
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Though not with the “put up your hands or I’ll shoot” vibe Wiki is working here.
It was basically nighttime hide and seek with a flashlight and I doubt kids play it today.
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The world isn’t as innocent a place as when I was playing. Hiding in the bushes at night and being flushed out with lights is probably a good way to get shot today.
What (hopefully less dangerous) game did you play as a kid that’s faded into oblivion now ?
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We all have favorites.
This shouldn’t be difficult.
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For me, two immediately come to mind.
I’m a Jersey girl born and bred, and when I was growing up? Bruce ruled.
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I still have my original vinyl from 1975. I played it endlessly, learned all the words to all the songs and can still sing along verbatim to this day. Including a perfectly timed grunt on the title track. IYKYK.
Bruce’s raspy vocals filled with angst, Clarence’s mournful horn…Thunder Road, Jungleland. I can almost smell the shore.
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My second perfect album?
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The year was 1992, MTV was all we watched and Clapton was mesmerizing. Stripped down acoustic guitar performances that seared right through your soul. Bluesy and heartfelt, it was a masterpiece. His tender version of Layla rocketed to the top but the lesser known songs like Before You Accuse Me and Nobody Knows You When You’re Down and Out still resonate. Tears in Heaven? I can still feel the pain.
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Now you?
What’s your album of pure perfection…
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