Tuesday, May 31, 2011

New Hampshire National Forest

We took a drive to New Hampshire over the weekend.  The kids were camping at Covered Bridge Campground in the New Hampshire National Forest.  I took a couple of photos along the way and thought I'd share them with you.

 I took a couple of shots of the Saco River, where it's just a stream, before it grows to be a full-fledged river.
 Of course, the Covered Bridge Campground was near a covered bridge!
This photo looks a little strange because I took it from inside the car through the windshield.
The bridge is only wide enough for one car at a time, so you are expected to be courteous and wait your turn.  We waited for ours, and at the end of the bridge, you can see another driver waiting for their turn.
The vistas were amazing...I know I probably should have taken more photos, but I was just too busy enjoying the scenery!   Sorry about that!

While we were visiting, my daughter-in-law took a photo of Carter, me, Austin, and Mr. Eva, just hanging out.  I hope everyone had as good a weekend as we did!


Sunday, May 29, 2011

Memories for a Monday

After reading some blog posts from my fellow bloggers about their experiences at work or on public transportation, I began to reminisce about my working days.   For the last 3 years that I was working, I was in direct sales and called on people in their homes, by appointment, to sell them Medicare Supplement Plans.

Medicare does not allow sales people to make cold calls; that is, the customer has to have requested that someone call on them.  This meant that people were expecting me, and no doors were slammed in my face.  (Having sold life insurance door-to-door, I can tell you, that's a tough way to get appointments.)

I met some wonderful people in the process, and some I'll never forget.  One house I visited had bird cages with live birds in them all along the kitchen counters.  I'll call the home owners Mr. and Mrs. Jones. (not their real name...I actually can no longer remember their names--see last Friday's post regarding Obesity and Memory Loss.

When I commented on the birds, I was told the Smith's raised them for sale and show.  After a little ice-breaking chit-chat, I began my sales presentation.   It was a challenge, as every few minutes the large multi-colored parrot in the cage across the table from me would chirp...well, not exactly a chirp....more like a shout, "CRAW!   CRAW!" or something like that.  He was really LOUD. 

 In between outbursts from the parrot, Mr. Smith would jump up and pound on the kitchen window and yell, "Get the hell out of there!" at the blue jays that landed on the bird feeder outside the window.  When I reacted with a start at the loud pounding, Mrs. Smith explained they put out seeds for the little birds, but the jays had a habit of eating the seeds and keeping the little ones away.

So, I proceeded to explain the benefits of a medicare supplement plan, in between  the "CRAW! CRAW!' and the racing across the room, window pounding, and "I said get the hell out of there!"  It was slow going, as I often had to repeat myself, my voice having been drowned out many times by Gilbert the parrot's "CRAWS!" and Mr. Smith's outbursts.  To this day, I don't know how the window survived the pounding.

Then another problem arose....apparently I am allergic to bird "dander."  With all those birds (there were a dozen cages or more in the kitchen) flapping their wings every time they were startled by Gilbert of Mr. Smith, I started to cough.  Now coughing and talking don't mix well, no more than bird dander and oxygen mix well.  Mrs. Smith was kind enough to bring me a glass of water, and with a lozenge I found in my purse, I was finally able to make the sale and complete the paperwork.   When I wasn't coughing, I was wheezing at this point...the air was so thick with bird dust.

As I rose to don my jacket and thank them for their business, Mr. Smith jumped up and said "Before you leave, there's something I want to show you."  He escorted me down the hall to the next room.  The room was lined floor to ceiling with bird cages...all the way around the room, plus the center of the room was also piled with cages, with a just a narrow path in between them all to allow someone to walk through and presumably clean the cages and feed the birds.  The air was filled with tweets and chirps and "CRAWS" from the menagerie, plus the stench of ammonia from the bird droppings was over-whelming.  I thought I would faint!

 I don't know how the Smiths were able to live in that house with the stench, the noise, and the dander.  Not wanting to appear rude, I reminded them that Mr. Eva was waiting for me in the car and I really must leave.   They thanked me for coming and I thanked them for sharing their birds with me....would have preferred a little less sharing, perhaps!

When I got to the car, even though it was freezing cold out, as Mr. Eva backed out of the drive way, I lowered the power window and stuck my head outside, inhaling the clean air in deep gasps.  We laughed so hard we had to pull over for a bit when I explained to him why I was sucking in that fresh air!    Sometimes it seemed like I'd do anything for a sale!


Sundays in My Neck of the Woods

In Scarborough, Maine, at 207 Pine Point Road, is an eatery called Ken's Place.   There are picnic tables outside for enjoying the summer sun, and indoor tables as well, if the sun gets too hot, or it happens to rain.

Inside is a raw oyster bar, if that's your thing, and then windows into the kitchen where you can place your order for fish 'n chips, lobster rolls, and all sorts of yummy foods.

There are dinners, sandwiches and ala carte items...lobster stew, fish chowder, salads, shrimp, clams, and for those who aren't into seafood, burgers, chicken nuggets, egg salad, hot dogs, onion rings, and grilled cheese.    You place your order after browsin the extensive menu, and when your meal is ready, your number is called.

I was in the mood for chicken nuggets, so  ordered the dinner which came with coleslaw, fries, and a roll.   The nuggets were all real, white meat chicken, not processed chicken products you get at some fast food places, and they were tasty!  The coleslaw serving was generous; the size of the container was deceiving, as they had really packed a huge amount of coleslaw in that little plastic cup.

Hubby ordered the clamcake dinner which consisted of two clamcakes, fries, coleslaw and a roll.  Since his surgery, we've been eating healthy, but it was time for a walk on the wild side!  And well worth the fall off the wagon it was!  Just a couple of miles from Pine Point Beach, this place is a big hit with the tourists and does a huge business in the summer!

Undoubtedly, we'll find our way back there at least once more before the end of the summer. It's too good not to warrant a return visit!


Saturday, May 28, 2011

Saturday Silliness


The Face Lift

A woman decides to have a face lift for her 50th birthday. She spends$15,000 and feels pretty good about the results. On her way home, she stops at a newsstand to buy a newspaper. Before leaving, she says to the clerk, "I hope you don't mind my asking, but how old do you think I am?"

"About 32," was the reply.

"Nope! I'm exactly 50," the woman says happily.

A little while later she goes into McDonald's and asks the counter girl the very same question.  The girl replies, "I'd guess about 29."

The woman replies with a big smile, "Nope, I'm 50."

Now she's feeling really good about herself. She stops in a drug store on her way down the street. She goes up to the counter to get some mints and asks the clerk this burning question. The clerk responds, "Oh, I'd say 30."

Again she proudly responds, 'I'm 50, but thank you!' 

While waiting for the bus to go home, she asks an old man waiting next to her the same question.  He replies, "Lady, I'm 78 and my eyesight is going. Although, when I was young there was a sure-fire way to tell how old a woman was. It sounds very forward, but it requires you to let me put my hands under your bra. Then, and only then can I tell you EXACTLY how old you are."
They wait in silence on the empty street until her curiosity gets the best of her.  She finally blurts out, "What the hell, go ahead."

He slips both of his hands under her blouse and bra and begins to feel around very slowly and carefully. He bounces and weighs each breast and he gently pinches each nipple. He pushes her breasts together and rubs them against each other. After a couple of minutes of this, she says, "Okay, okay.....How old am I?"

He completes one last squeeze of her breasts, removes his hands, and says, "Madam, you are 50."

Stunned and amazed, the woman says, "That was incredible, how could you tell?"

The old man says, "Promise you won't get mad?"

"I promise I won't," she says.

"I was behind you at McDonalds."
Last Rites and Other Priestly Obligations
An Irish priest was transferred to Texas. Father O'Malley rose from his bed one morning. It was a fine spring day in his new Texas mission parish.  He walked to the window of his bedroom to get a deep breath of the beautiful day outside.  He then noticed there was a jackass lying dead in the middle of his front lawn.  He promptly called the local police station......

The conversation went like this:

''Good morning. This is Sergeant Jones. How might I help you?''

''And the best of the day te yerself. This is Father O'Malley at St. Ann 's Catholic Church.  There's a jackass lying dead in me front lawn."

Sergeant Jones, considering himself to be quite a wit, replied with a smirk, ''Well now Father, it was always my impression that you people took care of the last rites!''

There was dead silence on the line for a moment ..............................................
Father O'Malley then replied:
"Aye, 'tis certainly true; but we are also obliged to notify the next of kin.''

The Army of the Lord
A man was in front of me coming out of church one day, and the preacher was standing at the door as he always is to shake hands.  He grabbed the man by the hand and pulled him aside. The Pastor said to him, "You need to join the Army of the Lord!"
The man replied, "I'm already in the Army of the Lord, Pastor."

Pastor questioned, "How come I don't see you except at Christmas and Easter?"

He whispered back, "I'm in the secret service."

The Thrifty Shoplifter
A shoplifter was caught red-handed trying to steal a watch from an exclusive jewelry store. "Listen," said the shoplifter, "I know you don't want any trouble either. What do you say I just buy the watch, and we forget about this?"

The manager agreed and wrote up the sales slip. The crook looked at the slip and said, "This is a little more than I intended to spend. Can you show me something less expensive?"



Friday, May 27, 2011

Geriatric Dirty Dancing

My sister-in-law sent me this on email, because she knew I couldn't resist posting it on my blog.  It looks like it was filmed at a community center, maybe at a senior citizens dance.  Let me tell you, this couple has the moves!    Feel free to enlarge to full screen by clicking on the square of arrows at the lower right hand corner of the screen.   Enjoy!  Pete and Beulah May dancing to "I'm Gonna' Kiss You All Over."    It might be a little risque for some audiences.

(note:  if it is slow uploading, you may want to let it upload for a few minutes while you do something else, then watch it from the beginning.  Blogger seemed to be slow uploading it when I previewed it.)


Thursday, May 26, 2011

Obesity and Memory Loss

I recently read an article in More Magazine about how being overweight increases your risk of memory lost, dementia, and Alzheimer's.

A study was conducted with twins in Sweden which evidenced that the higher your body mass index, the more likely you were to suffer from memory loss.  Having a higher BMI increases your likelihood of contracting diabetes and vascular problems, which may bring on memory loss and dementia.

The best way to protect yourself is. . .. . . . .I'm sorry, what was I writing about?


Wednesday, May 25, 2011

New Word Wednesday #23

Every time I comment on a website where I have to type a word verification to get my comment posted, I can't help but think, "What a waste! What could possibly be a very helpful word is now going to disappear and never be seen again." With all the attention being paid to "going green" in this country, I think it's time for bloggers to go green and recycle the letter combos used in word verification. (I personally did away with the process to eliminate the waste of words, but some people just aren't as conservation minded!)

I decided several weeks ago to start a meme called "New Word Wednesday", thus creating a dictionary of new words based on the letter combos that pop up in the word verification process. You may feel free to do the same, or to grab my words and use them. (You know, if you use a new word three times, it's in your vocabulary forever; at least that's what I've heard) Just think, we can learn new words and go green just by recycling/reusing the words that show up at comment time.
Here are this week's words:

alsedleup:  (verb)  a statement indicating intent to pay off a debt or satisfy a bill; as in, "Harold said, 'Tell Tom that if my check arrives, alsedleup with him tomorrow.'"

dista:  (verb)  to issue a verbal put down or disparagement toward a female; as in "Charlene was so angry at Sue that she dista."

dooscha:  (noun) a female who is so obsessive-compulsive about vaginal cleanliness that she finds she must lock herself in the ladies room and douche several times per day; as in, "After frequent encounters with her in the restroom, Celia came to the conclusion that Maxine was a dooscha."

emate:  (noun)  a husband or wife acquired through a the use of a computer dating service; as in "At the wedding, Alan introduced us all to his emate, Catherine."

undick:  (verb)  a procedure performed in or outside a hospital in which a particular male appendage is removed; as in, "Lorena Bobbit did undick her husband, John, to express her displeasure at his infidelity."

Remember, use the words three times in a sentence and they are in your vocabulary forever!

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Thoughts for Tuesday


1. The sport of choice for the urban poor is BASKETBALL.

2 The sport of choice for maintenance level employees is BOWLING.

3 The sport of choice for front-line workers is FOOTBALL.

4 The sport of choice for supervisors is BASEBALL.

5. The sport of choice for middle management is TENNIS.


6 The sport of choice for corporate executives and officers is GOLF.


The higher you go in the corporate structure,

the smaller your balls become.

There must be a ton of people in Washington playing marbles!

Don't forget to sign up to win a $50 gift card from Supercuts!

Monday, May 23, 2011

A Unique Proposal

This is the most touching, romantic video I have ever seen!  You need to click on the 4 arrows to the right of the You Tube logo to enlarge to full screen for optimum viewing!  Please do and enjoy!

This guy gets mega kudos for creativity!

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Sundays in My Neck of the Woods

There's a restaurant in Gray, Maine, called DiSanto's.  Their specialty is Italian food, and they do it well.  They have an extensive menu; it's tough making a selection.

I decided to start with a glass of wine....that always makes things easier.  The menu does include Italian and American food, as well as a children's menu.  The price range for entrees is $15 to $29, which does not include salad.  There are a variety of salads to pick from at an additional charge.

I have to confess, we were out with my son and his wife and their two children, and I was chatting and found I'd pretty much finished my salad before I remembered to take a photo! was a delicious salad.

I chose to have the lasagna--a layering of cheeses and noodles topped with a generous amount of their magnificent marinara sauce, accompanied by a meatball and an Italian sausage link.  The sauce was were the lasagna and the sausage.  The meatball was just okay; if I went back again, I'd choose to have two sausages instead of one of each.  There was also lots of crusty fresh Italian bread to sop up any leftover sauce!

Hubby had the Chicken Parmagiana, which consisted of a generous portion of spaghetti topped with that same wonderful sauce, accompanied by a large chicken breast lightly breaded and pan-fried in olive oil.
My daughter-in-law had the lasagna also, and my son had broiled scallops which he also enjoyed. 

My grandsons shared the chocolate lava cake, which they both loved; in fact, I thought the older of the two might lick the plate.....he kept saying, "This is SOOOOO good!"

My son and his wife shared the cheesecake with strawberries, which was also a hit! (My son slipped me a taste, and it was divine!)

Carter, Austin, and I posed for a photo after that sumptuous feast.

The day we were there, the bushes were just begining to bud, but in the summer, the entrance looks more like this:
If you'd like to know more about DiSanto's, visit their website by clicking here.  You'll find their full menu, some mouth-watering photos, and information about banquets and catering.


Saturday, May 21, 2011

Saturday Silliness

Shampoo alert!

As I was conditioning my hair in the shower this morning, I took time to read my shampoo bottle. I am in shock! The shampoo I use in the shower that runs down my entire body says "for extra volume and body"! Seriously, why have I not noticed this before? Now I understand why I am so "full-figured"!

Tomorrow I am going to start using "Dawn" dish soap It says right on the label "dissolves fat that is otherwise difficult to remove."

It pays to read the warning labels!


A mother and father take their 6-year old son to a nude beach.

As the boy walks along the sand, he notices that many of the women have boobs bigger than his mother's, so he goes back to ask her why.

She tells her son, 'The bigger they are, the sillier the lady is.'

The boy, pleased with the answer, goes to play in the ocean but returns to tell his mother that many of the men have larger things than his dad does.

She replies, 'The bigger they are, the dumber the man is'

Again satisfied with her answer, the boy goes back to the ocean to play..

Shortly thereafter, the boy returns and promptly tells his mother,

'Daddy is talking to the silliest lady on the beach, and the longer he talks, the dumber he gets


Wally and Julie were on the 9th green when suddenly Julie collapsed from a heart attack! "Help me dear," she groans to Wally.

Wally quickly called 911 on his cell phone, talks for a few minutes, picks up his putter and lines up his putt. Julie raised her head off the green and stares at him.
"I'm dying here and you're putting?"

"Don't worry dear," Wally said calmly, "they found a doctor on the second hole and he's coming to help you."
"Well, how long will it take for him to get here?" Julie asked feebly.

"No time at all," Wally says, "Everybody's already agreed to let him play through."


My Favorite Animal

Our teacher asked us what our favorite animal was, and I said, "Fried chicken." She said I was n't funny, but she couldn't have been right, because everyone else in the class laughed.
My parents told me to always be truthful and honest, and I am. Fried chicken is my favorite animal. I told my dad what happened, and he said my teacher was probably a member of PETA. He said they love animals very much.  I do, too. Especially chicken, pork and beef. Anyway, my teacher sent me to the principal's office. I told him what happened, and he laughed, too. Then he told me not to do it again.
The next day in class my teacher asked me what my favorite live animal was. I told her it was ch icken. She asked me why, just like she'd asked the other children. So I told her it was because you could make them into fried chicken.   She sent me back to the principal's office again. He laughed, and told me not to do it again. I don't understand. My parents taught me to be honest, but my teacher doesn't like it when I am.

Today, my teacher asked us to tell her what famous person we admire most.

I told her, "Colonel Sanders."

Guess where I am now...


A man in a pub asks for a beer. The barman says, "Sure, that'll be one dollar."

"One dollar?" exclaims the man. Reading the menu, he says, "Could I have steak and chips?"

"Certainly," says the barman, "that'll be two dollars."

"Two dollars?" cries the man. "You're joking. Where's the guy who owns this place?"

The barman says, "Upstairs, with my wife"."

The man says, "What's he doing upstairs with your wife?"

The barman says, "The same thing I'm doing to his business."

Have a great weekend!


Thursday, May 19, 2011

How About a Free Haircut?

For the past several years, I've been getting my hair cut at the Supercuts salon in Scarborough, Maine.  Why?  Because I'm on a limited budget, and although the salons in theWalmart stores are inexpensive, I've not always been happy with the results.

 Even though I seldom have the same stylist each time at Supercuts, they have all left me happy with their work.  My hair is straight as nails.   When I was working, I used to get perms at Walmart and my cuts at Supercuts.  (Supercuts salons do not do perms.)  With my now reduced income due to retirement, I decided perms were a luxury I could no longer afford.  At Supercuts, the stylists know how to cut my hair so it looks like it has body and some wave.  They work magic!

To my surprise I received an email from a woman from a public relations company that works with Supercuts, asking me if I would like to have two $50 gift cards to for me, and one to give away to my readers!  Only twice in nearly two years and 730 posts have I featured a giveaway on my blog. 

Some of you may remember the men's swimsuit calendar I gave away which I had purchased in support of the local county Chamber of Commerce fundraiser; 

also, I gave away a jar of Baconnaise from Baron Bob's.

I don't solicit giveaways, but I could use a couple of free, quality haircuts, and I'm sure some of you out there could, too.  And this giveaway isn't just for women.  Mr. Eva, and many other men get their hair cut at Supercuts. So, guys, feel free to jump in on this, too.

I thought you might be interested in learning about an exciting promotion Supercuts is hosting with ESPN - hooking up a lucky winner with a trip for 2 to the ESPYs on July 13, 2011. The package includes a grand prize of a 3-day/2-night trip for two to Los Angeles, CA to attend the 2011 ESPY Awards and Supercuts makeover ($200 value). The prize includes round trip tickets for two to Los Angeles, CA and a hotel room for both nights.

To enter for a chance to win you simply go to their Facebook page (, and click the Sweepstakes tab. Also on their Sweepstakes tab, they will also be hosting weekly “Superconfident” Sweepstakes for fans to enter for a chance to win other great prizes:

· Week 1 – (May 16 – May 22) - $250 gift card to Ticketmaster and a $50 Supercuts gift card

· Week 2 – (May 23 – May 29 ) - $200 Sports Authority gift card and $50 Supercuts gift card

· Week 3 – (May 30 – June 5) - $100 Local sports bar/restaurant gift card and a $50 Supercuts gift card

· Week 4 – (June 6 – June 12) - Video game console and a $50 Supercuts gift card

· Week 5 – (June 13 – June 19) - $200 sport apparel gift card and a $50 Supercuts gift card

· Week 6 – (June 20 – July 26) - Video game system and a $50 Supercuts gift card

Dummy me, I had never heard of the Espys!  I assumed that because it was cosponsored by Supercuts , that it was some kind of hair show.  Mr. Eva heard my tell my sister on the phone that I wasn't going to enter that contest because I wasn't that keen on flying clear across the country to go to a hair show, and he said, "The hell you aren't!  You most certainly had better enter."  Then he told me about the Espys!  Needless to say, as much as I enjoy basketball and baseball, I have entered!  I positively go faint picturing the possibility that I could see Ray Allen, Paul Pierce, or Dwayne Wade in person!  (Be still my heart!)  Click on this link if you're not familiar with the Espys.

To enter my giveaway for a $50 gift card to Supercuts, comment below, by clicking where it says "Spectator Shouts,  letting me know you want to win.  That's it; no hoops to jump through!  I'll announce the winner next Thursday, May 26th.

To enter for any of the other contest prizes, click on this  Supercuts facebook page link.


Wednesday, May 18, 2011

New Word Wednesday #22

Every time I comment on a website where I have to type a word verification to get my comment posted, I can't help but think, "What a waste! What could possibly be a very helpful word is now going to disappear and never be seen again." With all the attention being paid to "going green" in this country, I think it's time for bloggers to go green and recycle the letter combos used in word verification. (I personally did away with the process to eliminate the waste of words, but some people just aren't as conservation minded!)

I decided several weeks ago to start a meme called "New Word Wednesday", thus creating a dictionary of new words based on the letter combos that pop up in the word verification process. You may feel free to do the same, or to grab my words and use them. (You know, if you use a new word three times, it's in your vocabulary forever; at least that's what I've heard) Just think, we can learn new words and go green just by recycling/reusing the words that show up at comment time.

Here are this week's words:

dredles:  (noun) nickname used to refer to a group of people who wear their hair in long, rope-like locks; as in, "The ship from Jamaica was teeming with dredles."

gateds:  (noun)  term used to refer to upscale condo and apartment communities that are surrounded by security fencing and have a guard on duty at their entrance; as in, "Andrea was nervous about moving to a large city from a small town, so she opted for an apartment in one of the gateds."

lisms:  (noun)  words difficult for a person with a lisp to pronounce; as in:  "When Ralph prepared his speech for the student governor elections, he made sure to avoid using any lisms."

trikery:  (noun) a factory where three-wheeled bicycles are manufactured; as in, "Adam needed a steady, safe means of getting around his neighborhood due to his lack of balance and found what he was seeking at the trikery."

wookera:  (noun):  the period of time in which the Star Wars Wookies were popular with youngsters; as in, "Karen remembered the wookera part of her youth fondly and was not concerned when her daughter seemed obsessed with the vampires in the Twilight series."
Well there you are!  Remember, use a new word in a sentence three times and it is in your vocabulary forever--at least that's what I've heard!

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Yet Another Public Servic Announcement

I'm posting these graphic pictures of overdose victims not for shock value, but rather in the hope that you will have a frank discussion with friends and family about respecting moderation, understanding limits, and knowing when to just walk away.

Indulging to the point of unconsciousness is not a good thing.

Merging with one's craving can  have dire consequences.

Being unable to just walk away when you're tempted can be tragic.

Asking for help from a higher power can be a good thing.

Inability to separate oneself from one's addictions is a bad sign.

Some problems defy description.

Finding oneself worshipping at the porcelain alter frequently is a bad omen.

Having difficulty reaching one's feet can be a warning sign.

Beware of becoming immersed in your addiction.

It's not a good idea to get "fried."

Again, indulging to the point of oblivion is dangerous.

Bad behavior will eventually be discovered.

If any of the above hit home with you as they did with me, it may be time to take positive action.

If any of the photos above were too graphic or offensive I apologize.  However, sometimes seeing ourselves as others see us can be a wake up call.