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Anne Taintor still gets me…


It’s time for another peak into my absolute favorite desk calendar.

And all these months later?

She can still read my mind.




I think that one is self explanatory.



If you’re not familiar with Anne, she takes those innocent snapshots of the perfect 1950’s housewives and gives them a little twist.




If that isn’t incentive enough to fly…

I don’t know what is.





Blue things have occasionally been found growing in the back of my refrigerator.

And we’re not talking Jello.



While I have often expressed this next sentiment…




If you look very closely…

Happy housewife on the right appears to have been holding something that was digitally removed…. and it seems to have been oblong.

Was it a Twinkie? A hot dog?

Or was this Lorena Bobbit’s  grandmother?

Tough call.



And finally…

This has always been my philosophy.





It’s so over rated.



Head for the coast…


When it’s hot in Maine? You head for the coast where the sea breeze cools the temperatures considerably.

So that’s what we did on the July 4th weekend.

We battled the tourist traffic on Route 1 and headed north with a cool and calm demeanor.



Seriously….. there’s a reason we call you people Massholes. You’re not going to find a barista on every corner in this state, please go back to Boston.

Boothbay Harbor was packed, so we kept going.




Through downtown Rockland where they clearly wanted us to eat something. Hopefully not the building itself.




And through downtown Camden where the cows are always smiling.



Camden is a gorgeous harbor town with lovely old homes lining both sides of the main street.





This one always catches my eye…




Not your typical New Englander to be sure.




We wanted to stop for a drink and a bite in Lincolnville….




But sadly the Whale’s Tooth Pub didn’t open till 4:00pm.




So we ended up in Belfast, down by the harbor.




Which is always a good choice.

To be continued…



If only it were on our list….


I often cruise our timeshare site looking for deals. Someplace we’ve never been, some lovely resort where we’d like to stay.

Then the other day I read an article that made me rethink my aversion to Airbnb.


We could rent a potato.




No joke.

Apparently this particular spud toured the US for six years on the back of a truck, and no one knew what to do with it afterward.




While my first thought wouldn’t have been,  ‘Hey, let’s throw a queen size Serta in there and rent that baby out!’

Clearly I lack vision.


  • A giant (fake) potato has been turned into a home that you can rent on Airbnb.
  • The Big Idaho Potato Hotel is a 6-ton potato structure that was created to promote spuds across the US.
  • A small-home developer turned it into an incredibly stylish rental property.
  • It costs $200 a night.


It’s a real hotel room, of sorts.


The potato sleeps two, with one queen bed, and there’s a small bathroom, a kitchenette, a fireplace, and air-conditioning too. With millennial-pink accents and house plants aplenty, it’s as Instagrammable inside as out.

Measuring 28 feet long, 12 feet wide, and 11.5 feet tall, the giant potato was created by the Idaho Potato Commission to promote the noble vegetable.






Granted the landscaping leaves a little to be desired.

And the views?

Well, it is Idaho.



IMG_4547 Which is probably why there are no windows.But still..  it’s a giant tater!! 

We’ve all dreamed about living inside a potato, with hash browns for cushions, fries as shelves, and a giant bowl of fluffy mash to snuggle into at night.


So if spuds are your one true love, you’re probably going to want to book a night in the Big Idaho Potato Hotel, which has been listed on Airbnb.


And there you have it…

The perfect vacation getaway.




You’re welcome.


And just in case you didn’t think I could tie Game of Thrones into this post?





Never doubt me.















What a deal!


As many of you know, we have a timeshare.

And no, I don’t want to sell it it you.




But timeshares aren’t what they used to be, and we aren’t stuck with just one week in Boca for the rest of our lives.




We travel when we want, where we want, for as long as we want and we’re loving it. When we no longer love it, we’ll give it to someone else so they can love it too.




Last year when we were vacationing in the Berkshires, we ran into a veteran and his wife at our resort in the mountains. Naturally, the men spotted each other’s Marine Corps hats and began an hour long conversation detailing where they were stationed and when. Fascinating as that was, I struck up a conversation with the wife and asked how she liked the condo. She said she loved it and you couldn’t beat the deals they get with AFVC.  ( Armed Forces Vacation Club )  7 nights in a 1 bedroom unit for $349.  (Turns out I could beat it with our timeshare last call program, 7 nights in a bigger 2 bedroom, 2 bath unit for $299… but I kept that to myself.)

But the idea intrigued me, so when we got home I joined. For free.

It’s open to:

Not usually…
But this time, yes.
AFVC constantly sends me emails with promotions and so called deals.
Like this recent one:
Am I reading this correctly?
I’ll pay $349 for the normal 7 night stay….
But only stay 2 or 3 nights?
In what universe is that considered a deal?
Get half as much, but pay the same price.
I may not be the brightest bulb in the pack, but even I’ll pass on that one.

Because nothing ever goes smoothly.

As we were driving down to Phoenix, I checked my Delta mobile app and saw that not only had our flight been cancelled due to bad weather, but that we’d been scheduled for one the following day… which was forecast to be an even worse storm.

Thinking oh Hell no, I called the airline and argued, cursed, berated,  begged, pleaded, flirted, and okay…. promised a future child to secure us a flight for that day.


It worked, but we couldn’t fly into Maine as planned and could only get as far as Boston. This forced the husband to frantically scour his phone contacts to see which friend he could talk into driving south 3 hours in a raging blizzard to pick us up.

You find out who your true friends are in situations like that.



Because I can’t honestly say I would have done it.

And now….


The required  she has to have the window seat so she can take pictures even though she has no idea where or what they are  aerial photos.


No matter how many times I fly…


I’m always that geeky kid who gets a huge kick out of looking down on our world.


The ever changing landscapes never cease to thrill me.


The grandeur of the mountains…


The ridiculous giant tiddly winks….


It’s all good.


What do you do with a 4 hour layover in Minneapolis?


You drink….


You eat a surprisingly decent shrimp alfredo….


And watch this cowpoke couple play video games without speaking to each other for over an hour and a half.

Not one word.

Ah, modern living. Where the art of conversation is well and truly dead.

Long story short…

( Who am I kidding, I’ve never told a short story in my life. This vacation was 2 weeks long and it’s taken me 48 days to blog about it. But in my defense? There were a lot of rocks.)

We arrived home exhausted at 4:30 am… after a nail biting  (just an expression, I pay way too much for these babies to nibble)  5 hour  (should have taken 2.5)  snow blinded  (there must have been a road, but we didn’t see it)  ice covered  (slipperier than a Trump family lawyer)  drive.

The end.


No, truly.

No more rocks, no more vacation pics.

I don’t even have the next trip planned yet.


And now..

Back to your regularly scheduled program.

Goodbye rocks…


The day I’d been dreading had arrived.

Our Arizona departure.




(Hang on, not quite yet.)

We packed, and while cleaning out the condo I found this.




Oh, sure. Hide the wild animal warning sheet where the unsuspecting tourists won’t find it until it’s too late. Heck, I would have enjoyed spotting the occasional wild pig or bloodthirsty squirrel strolling the grounds during our stay… but no. And now we’re leaving. What a rip off.

Check out time was 10:00 am, but our flight didn’t leave till 2:30 pm so we took our time and said goodbye to the rocks.




The beautiful red rocks…




We said goodbye to the pink sidewalks and buildings…




I even said goodbye to this guy…




Who was still trying to escape the rocks.




We had our last chuckle at the weirdest mailbox we’d ever seen.




And bid the rocks farewell…



You’re beautiful….




And we will miss you..

(Okay, I’ll miss you. The husband said once you’ve seen one rock, you’ve seen them all. He’s a heathen. A heathen I tell you!)

And just like that, we were gone…

Heading down to Phoenix to catch our flight.








Where there are no rocks…




Just cactus.




Lots and lots of cactus.




Veritable forests of cactus.




Some of them … weird.





Not that weird, but still.

It’s all about the rocks… and some food.

Our last meal in Sedona was a late lunch and of course, it turned out to be the best restaurant we found during our two week trip.

Yes Martin, this is a food filled post.

You’re welcome.


Perched on top of a hill, the Mariposa Grille had some great views.  (Of rocks.)

Mariposa means butterfly in Spanish, and they featured prominently in the decor at this Latin themed beauty.


Views  (And rocks! Did you see the rocks?)  aside..


It was a large…


And rather impressive place.


I mean hey, check out that door.

It’s made of rocks!


There was live music with a Spanish guitar, and more beautiful views.

(Of rocks!)


I ordered a few Caipirinhas… the national drink of Brazil.

Just to get in the proper mood and spirit of the place.


And then on the advice of the waiter, we tried the Yuca fries.


Not to be confused with Yucca… which apparently tastes like soap… the Yuca were too die for!


To be honest, I had no idea what they were at that point.


But had I Googled this Yuca meme beforehand?

I most assuredly would have passed.


Lunch for me was the Funghi Sublime. And sublime it was.

 Scottsdale Burger Battle Judges’s Choice Winner 2018 ~ Smothered in sauteed Mushrooms, finished with imported Truffle Cheese and Truffle Dijonnaise

That burger positively melted in my mouth and was expertly cooked.

My husband ordered the Senor Fish, and was not disappointed either.


Pan-Fried and Seasoned with their House Rub, Lemon-Caper Aioli, and Shredded Romaine, on a Whole Grain Bun accompanied by 3 Seed Coleslaw.

This was an upscale South American restaurant with Latin inspired cuisine, and everything was served on the most wonderful plates. (Rocks! They were made from rocks!)   I wish we’d found it sooner and been able to go back for a full dinner. I’m sure it would have been marvelous.

How upscale you ask?

There was some interesting artwork hanging on the walls…


Made with some rather expensive rocks.


And they were all for sale.





Ya gotta love ’em.


But maybe not that much.