Tag Archives: travel

More pandemic chuckles.

 

Because if you don’t laugh, you’ll scream.

 

 

That’s the very definition of symmetry.

 

 

I can relate to this.

My bags are lonely… as well as heartbroken.

 

 

I’m not a religious person, but first plague…. now insects.

It’s mildly convincing, but I’m still holding out for water into wine.

 

 

Finally,

A protest I can get behind.

 

 

Well that’s depressing.

 

 

Because the answer to “what’s new?” has never been more boring.

How big is big?

 

Big is a relative term.

I think my butt is big, but then I look at J Lo and Beyoncé and feel positively svelte.

So in an attempt to answer the title question..

 

 

Yes, traffic lights are that big…. which makes your go to excuse of “But I didn’t see that red light officer” a trifle lame.

Moose are this big.

 

 

This might surprise people who don’t live in Maine or Alaska, but yes. Hit one with your car and you’ll find out just how freakishly gigantic they really are.

The pyramids?

Yup.

Pretty big.

 

 

And to be honest, this picture made me cross climbing to the top of one off my travel bucket list.

And finally, for Masercot. Who has never fully gotten on board the wombat bandwagon.

There’s wombat big.

 

 

Big and beautiful.

Yes sir.

They got that right.

Pandemic humor.

 

Because we all still need a laugh.

 

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Now that’s just rude.

 

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This looks like a great idea since I always whup the husband at gin rummy and he won’t play with me anymore.

*Note to self – borrow neighbor’s rooster*

 

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I really do miss traveling.

Even if it’s just to the next town.

 

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Indeed.

 

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Yeah.

Gwyneth  (correct spelling)  can bite me.

( Did I already post this one? Maybe… but the sentiment holds true. )

 

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Cats.

They think they know everything. It happens to be tequila.

Stuff it Mittens.

 

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Jesus… neither do I!

We’re doomed.

 

 

I think I have to go there!

 

(Please try to refrain from telling me where to go, although I know it’s tempting.)

 

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Fair enough.

But since we’ve previously established my fondness for rocks…. it shouldn’t come as any surprise that I had a sudden itch to visit Spain when I saw this:

 

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A town that’s literally built into a rock?

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Oh, yes….

Hell yes!

 

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I’m in.

 

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Singular?

How about fan-fucking-tastic!

 

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Check it…

 

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These people love rocks more than I do!

 

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Is this wonderfully bizarre… or what?

 

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I totally want to go.

 

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Free air conditioning!

 

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Sign me up.

 

 

 

Wording.

 

I love to word.

I love to read them, write them, and learn them.

And I love weirdo words most of all.

When you travel you hear words unique to certain regions and words used in different contexts.

Words!

Ya gotta love them.

 

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So when I saw this the other day?

I knew I had to share.

 

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I admit I’ve been known to make use of dingleberry, dicombobulated and kerfuffle now and then…. although I’m not nearly old enough to drop whippersnapper into a conversation any time soon.

In Maine we tend to say things are wicked. As in “That margarita is wicked good”  or “That beer is wicked cold”.

We also can lose control of our cars and end up in the  puckerbrush.

Mainers say  ayuh  when we mean yes.

We call submarine sandwiches Italians.

If you’re cute? We’ll call you  cunnin’.

If something is the best? We’ll say it’s  finest kind.

If you live far away from town? That would be the willy wacks.

And if you live really far away from town? That’s  bumblefuckEgypt.

 

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So educate me.

What words do you use in your backyard?

 

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Pandemic weekends.

 

Weekends during the pandemic don’t look like they used to.

While we’ve been staying home like good little citizens, we did have a big day out last Saturday…. which I’ll share with you now. (Since we won’t be vacationing in the foreseeable future and I know you’ll miss my travel blogs.)

 

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We drove to the Limington Harmon airport.

 

 

Which, as you can see…… is not quite Chicago O’Hare.

 

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As travel destinations go….. it lacked a certain something.

 

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But the husband was investigating an incident/accident and had to take pictures of the runway.

 

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So at  least we walked in the fresh air…

 

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With absolutely zero chance of anyone breathing infection on us.

 

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And I guess that’s about all you can ask from a day trip these days.