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Feeling a little crabby?


If you’ve ever gotten hangry, you’ll appreciate the peculiar talent of the next weird creature on my calendar.

The Yeti crab.



At any given moment, this fellow has a veritable refrigerator full of yummy snacks at his fingertips.

You can’t argue with that.



And now let’s check how close the drawing is to the original.



I’m giving that a 3.

The general idea is there…. but it’s lacking the magnificence of those wonderfully hairy legs.

And aside from the fact it looks like a giant tick, that leg fuzz is begging to be petted.



Well, I didn’t say petting it was a particularly good idea.


Let’s play.


Stop groaning, this one is easy.



I’m sure I must have seen other movies before this one… we had a lovely old fashioned theater in my hometown complete with velvet covered balcony seating… and I’m sure my mother took me to all the Disney classics, but the first film I have full actual memories of seeing is The Poseidon Adventure.



It was 1972 and Irwin Allen’s gigantic blockbuster disaster movies were all the rage.



The premise was simple. Assemble a huge cast and blow them up. Or burn them down. Or in this case, sink them.

I’ve seen the film many times since then ( not by choice, because the husband is always tuned to the old turkey channel ) but my first time will always be special… because I was with my dad.

My late father was not a movie person. Hell, we didn’t even have a television in the house when I was young and when we finally did get one …. it was banished to a small rarely used room.

But on that day my mother was busy and my father offered to take me to the movies. I was an only child, a total daddy’s girl and the mere idea of it was heaven.

We picked the perfect seats and had the perfect snacks. (Hot buttered popcorn and Milk Duds in case you’re wondering) The lights dimmed, the music swelled and I settled in for a wonderful afternoon. I chattered like a magpie in the beginning and my father patiently and quietly answered all my inane questions.

Then it was happening. The actors were in place, the music changed to something ominous and then… the wave. The huge wave was about to sink the ship! It was loud! It was thrilling! People were screaming! Oh, the horror! I glanced over to gauge my father’s reaction to the cinematic magnificence before us….. and saw that he was sound asleep.

I didn’t have the heart to wake him… he worked long stress filled hours as the Vice President of a stock brokerage firm…. so I sat silently and watched the rest of the movie by myself.

He roused near the end, and pretended to have seen the whole thing. I pretended to believe him. And after all these years, it’s still one of the silly little memories of him that makes me cry.

So how about you?

What was the first movie you remember seeing.


Get thee to a hair salon!


Covid has changed our lives in a myriad of ways, and while I’d like to say I’ve come to appreciate the smaller things and learned I don’t need things like dinner out, travel, shopping trips and concerts ( though I do, I really do! ) what I’ve discovered is somewhat different.

Basically I need two things.

#1….. I need to step away from the bacon, cupcakes and potato chips. Who knew sitting on the couch blogging while stuffing your face with snacks for a year could lead to none of your clothes fitting properly ? Not me, that’s for sure.

And #2….. I need to find a hair salon ASAP. Because along with socializing and vacations, the other thing I haven’t done in a year is get my hair cut.


Last spring it was healthy and perfectly layered, this spring it’s dry, full of split ends and suffering from my crazed butchering with the kitchen scissors.



No layers, no shape, no bounce. I’ve never gone this long without a stylist working their magic and it’s beginning to show.



And no, I haven’t touched the color, it’s just different lighting in the photos.



To be honest I thought a solid year of unchecked growth would result in more inches but it only seems to have lengthened on the top. Leave it to me to have weirdo hair.



Super Bowl food horrors.


If you’re not familiar with the tradition , every year Google releases a map of the most popular Super Bowl food searches by state.



Being game day, I’m posting this helpful hint of what not to eat while watching Mahomes take Brady down a peg. Maine clicked in with traditional nachos, but some other states seem to have lost their minds.



Vermont went a different route. But then again, they usually do.



Oh, hell no Nebraska.



This just keeps getting worse.



Jesus. Do people not know how to snack anymore?

Chia seed at the Super Bowl. WTF!


Grocery store giggles.


In what universe are these an acceptable substitute for Lays?



Give me potatoes or give me death.




And have you wandered down the bottled water aisle lately?



One puts you to sleep, the other wakes you up.



I bet this one makes you crave junk food, and I’m not talking about the beet variety.



But is it?

Is it really….


Things that fall into the WTH? category.


When checking out at the grocery store last week I saw these….




Rap Snacks.

I’m sorry, but no one needs Cardi B. flavored potato chips.

The woman wore a coffee filter to the Grammys. Enough said.




Something else no one needs?





I believe I actually said WTF when I first saw it.




Now come on…. if you have that much facial hair to catch?




Skip shaving altogether and put your beard in a pony tail like all fashion forward men do.


I think by now you all know of my lifelong aversion to dolls.

They’re creepy…. and if you don’t want me to spend the night? Put a few of them in the spare bedroom and watch me run.

But this?




This is the stuff of nightmares.

And speaking of that?

I was cruising Atlas Obscura a while back for an interesting day trip and their recommendation gave even me pause.




Yes, you and your significant other can visit the picturesque vistas of Turkmenistan and tour the Gates of Hell.

And if you think I’m kidding?

I’m not.




Admittedly…. as tourist attractions go, it’s a little strange.

But I’d still rather go there than back to Busch Gardens.




Cape Cod Day 4….Martha’s Vineyard


The forecast for Veteran’s Day was warm and bright so we decided to book passage on the Steamship Authority’s car ferry over to the Vineyard. This is something I’ve always wanted to do and I was tickled pink. Having no idea where, how much, or when…. we dropped by the ticketing office the night before and were rewarded with these –




Free tickets for the husband.

How sweet was that?


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We reserved a spot on the 9:30am ferry from Woods Hole and were told to arrive half an hour before departure. Ever the type A personality, I made sure we were there 45 minutes prior and as soon as we pulled up, they pointed us towards the 8:15 freight trip and boom!

We were on board.




With a giant load of Christmas trees.




Being used to small Maine island ferries, I was amazed at how large these ships were.




And how clean, and how spacious, and what great views they afforded.




We happily roamed around taking pictures…




And found a snack bar!




Okay…. it wasn’t open off season, but still. If you want a snack on a Maine ferry? You better dig in your purse for that crushed pack of Nabs from 2003.

And then, before we knew it….




We were there.




Approaching Vineyard Haven.




And yes, it was just as beautiful and quintessentially coastal New England as you would imagine.




Here’s another ferry getting ready to depart, so you can see how large they are.




We had booked an 8:30pm trip back, so we arrived ready to spend the whole day exploring.


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Of course none of the tourist information kiosks were open this time of year and we had no utter clue where we were going. ( I didn’t find this map until we were ready to leave.)

So we just drove.




Past weather beaten waterfront homes…




And homes…




That had their own private lighthouses.




How cool is that?