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Because I’m still getting a kick out of this crazy FB page.
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I’d buy that album.
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Lock your doors.
And your liquor cabinet…
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Clearly the wee beasties are not easily trained.
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I’m speechless here.
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A wee bit more haggis..
Tag Archives: Scotland
Haggi (haggii?).
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According to the new FB group I follow, Wild Haggis are everywhere… if you know where to look.
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And next Halloween?
Beware…
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Some people have named their resident haggi.
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Maybe my Scottish friends can help with this next one as I am unfamiliar with Buckfast.
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Tragic, that.
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Everything is a little different in Australia.
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Interspecies cooperation is a beautiful thing.
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More from new favorite wild haggis FB page.
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I’m sorry, but I seriously love this silly group of people and their irreverent haggis sightings.
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For those of my non Scottish friends, the definition of haggis is as follows:
Traditionally, a Haggis is made from the lung, liver, and heart of the sheep. These are mixed with oatmeal and a few spices and stuffed into the sheep’s stomach. After being boiled, the Haggis is brought to the table with a great deal of ceremony. A piper ushers in the Haggis and all raise a glass of Scotch whiskey and “brrreath a prrayerr for the soul of Rrrobbie Burrrns!” It is then served with “neeps and nips,” mashed turnips and nips of whiskey. I think you have to drink a lot of Scotch before you can truly enjoy this dish, but a party of Scots without a Haggis is simply not heard of.
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While I proudly lay claim to Scots ancestry, I cannot honestly say I’ve ever enjoyed their much beloved national dish.
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But that doesn’t stop me from chortling over the continued quest to spot the elusive wild haggis.
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Wily creatures, those haggi.
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Ouch!
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You know I had to join.
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I was scrolling through my Facebook feed the other day and saw something ridiculous. Or rather, something wonderfully ridiculous as opposed to all the eye rolling ridiculousness FB is flooded with lately.
It was this:
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Being proud of my Scottish roots, I had to investigate the page from whence this jewel came.
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And as you can see, I joined my people.
I mean really…
How could I not?
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I have a feeling I’m going to enjoy this page immensely.
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Lesson learned?
Never trust a wild haggis.
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News you can’t use.
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And if you can use it?
I’d rather not know…
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I heartily disagree with this statement.
Someone has to drive after cocktail hour and it’s not going to be me.
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Take that Jello!
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I think the answer to this question is directly related to how much weed you’ve smoked yourself.
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Because Covid wasn’t annoying enough, let’s reawaken some Cretaceous plague. What could go wrong?
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Scotland has 790 islands.
I think this is a no brainer.
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I’m not a Swiftie, but come on people.
Chill.
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You can’t blame the guy. If anything is going to make me nauseated these days, it’s politics.
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S Rioghal Mo Dhream
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Scotland. Home to fine whiskey, rugged highlands, a mythical lake creature, bagpipes, my ancestors… and haggis.
(If you don’t know what haggis is, consider yourself lucky and leave it at that.)
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Since the owner/bartender of our local pub is a Scot born and bred, I thought it might be fun to show up wearing a mask of my clan’s tartan the next time we drop by for a pint. Enter Amazon.
Sure enough they had one…
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Though by the look of the packaging, I’m guessing it was not made anywhere near a peat bog or by Clan MacGregor.
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Oh, and in case you’re wondering….
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The post title is my clan’s motto in Gaelic. Royal is my race.
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Well, yes.
There’s that too.
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He knows me so well.
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My Facebook page popped up with a memory that was fun to read the other day.
It was one of those silly quizzes… with a twist. Instead of answering the questions yourself, you ask the questions to your spouse/partner/significant other to see how well they know you.
If you want to see how my husband did, read on.
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1. What’s something I always say?
I‘m a font of useless knowledge.
He nailed that one, I say it all the time.
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2. What makes me happy?
I do.
Cheeky answer, but it’s true.
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3. What makes me sad?
Injured animals.
Very true.
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4. What’s my favorite thing to do?
Read.
He’s got me there. If I don’t have a book? I’m not a happy camper.
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5. What do I do when you’re not around?
Read.
Fair enough. I probably do.
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6. What makes you proud of me?
Everything.
Good answer. My man didn’t just fall off the turnip truck you know.
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7. What’s my favorite food?
Bread.
I might have to disagree with that, but it’s true I eat my fair share. And maybe your share… if you’re not paying attention.
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8. If I could go anywhere in the world, where would I go?
Scotland.
I’ve often spoken of my desire to see my father’s homeland, so yes.
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9. Do you think you could live without me?
No.
Smart man.
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10. How do I annoy you?
You prove me wrong too often.
And that… was my very favorite answer by far.
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So yes, after 36 years of marriage I’d say my other half knows me pretty damn well.
Can you say the same?
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Random drivel.
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Before walking to the mailbox yesterday, I was unaware a voting report card even existed.
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But huzzah!
I think I got an A.
And if there’s anything better than walking into your local grocery store and finding the Kool Aid man wearing a hat full of handmade hedgehogs?
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I’m sure I don’t know what it is.
Now, I don’t claim to be the brightest bulb in the pack…
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But I’m not so dim that I get easily confused by plaid. (Unless I’m throwing back shots. When that happens, I can barely figure out how to open my purse.)
And finally, Maine.
We rarely make the top of any list unless it’s moose or lobster centric so I was quite pleased to see we were number 2 in the fewest amount of Covid cases from June to mid October.
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In case you don’t see your state, here’s the other half of the list.
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North Dakota is the worst in the nation?
I admit that surprised me.
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