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Love Many, Trust Few, Always Paddle Your Own Canoe

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Wedgie On Tour is a wild ride from Dublin to Dunsmuir, collecting tales through airports and backroads, with plenty of quirky characters along the way. What began as a simple travel diary has transformed into a mash-up of adventures, cultural rants, and “Did that really just happen?” moments. Here, we mix travel fun, humor, and community stories with a dash of political spice, proving that even the most absurd headlines can make for great coffee chat. So buckle up for a journey where we laugh, raise eyebrows, and remind ourselves that loving fiercely and demanding better can go hand in hand!

#TBT to the night I willingly walked into a culinary war crime.

She wanted comfort food, so naturally my brain went, “What did Mom feed us growing up?” And then… like a Vietnam flashback… creamed corn.

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Monday Madness Vet Runs, Family Appointments, and a Rough Start to the Week

Dog to the animal clinic by 8. Mom to the doctor by 10. Physio by 11:15. Waiting on a call about the dog. Manchester United playing at the weekend like they’ve been assembled from spare patio furniture. The headlines lurking out there somewhere, probably holding a folding chair.

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The Great Bear Spray Quest of 2026

Bear Spray. Banshee Screaming and It's All My Fault

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The Shape of Isolation

A raw, honest look at caregiving, isolation, and the quiet reality of holding space for someone you love while trying not to disappear yourself. A story about responsibility, resilience, and wanting your mom to reclaim pieces of her life.

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**🚗💥 The No‑Show That Wasn’t: A 130‑Mile Odyssey Through Corporate Nonsense

There are customer service mishaps… and then there’s driving 130 miles for a confirmed appointment only to be told it can’t be done, getting marked as a “no‑show” for the appointment you were physically standing in, and waiting over a month for a corporate response that spells your name wrong and tells you to “contact the store.” This is not a Karen story. This is a story about doing everything right and still getting swallowed by the black hole of corporate shrug energy.

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Forest Having a Full Existential Crisis” A comic‑style forest where the trees themselves are slightly chaotic: one tree is leaning over like it’s exhausted, another has bright neon leaves falling in slow motion, and a tiny cartoon sun peeks through the canopy wearing sunglasses and looking mildly concerned. At the base of a mossy stump sits a cracked ceramic bowl repaired with gold kintsugi seams, glowing softly. Bright Wedgie colors (neon pink, electric blue, lime green) splash through the greens like emotional static. Mood: symbolic grief, chaotic nature energy, humor threaded through heartbreak

THE WEIGHT YOU CAN'T NAME.

There’s a kind of grief that doesn’t make noise. It just sits behind your ribs and waits for the next moment you’re alone.

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🌋 Mount Shasta: The Volcano, The Vortex, and The Very Strange People Who Wander In

Mount Shasta: come for the scenery, stay because a crystal lady blocked your car to tell you about portals.

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🌑 When “Darkness” Just Means “You Disagreed With Me”: A Look at Spiritual Shielding in Online Conversations

🔥 The Hidden Translations Behind the Piety These posts usually follow a predictable pattern. The language is spiritual, but the message is personal. Here’s what the subtext often looks like: “There’s a deceptive spirit running rampant… the spirit of the anti‑Christ.”

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CALL ME IF, PART TWO: WHEN “FAMILY” MEANS DRAWING A LINE

After the first post went up, I got two comments that stuck with me. One said, “Thank you.” The other asked for part two. And I’ve been sitting with both.

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Why “Call Me If You Need Anything” Isn’t Help

Why Caregivers Don’t Ask People love to say, “You should’ve told me.” But caregivers know better. Asking for help is another task.

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From PCT Dreams to World Cup Cheers: A Journey from Trails to Goals

Change happens fast. One moment, you’re lacing up your boots for a partial hike on the Pacific Crest Trail (PCT), dreaming of the quiet wilderness from Soda Creek northward. The next, you’re booking flights to Los Angeles, trading trail maps for stadium seats at the World Cup. Life has a way of surprising us, and this year, my plans took a sharp turn from rugged trails to roaring crowds.

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Testing Myself in 2026: A Little PCT, A Lot of Curiosity, and Maybe… You?

Some ideas start as a whisper. Others show up like a raccoon in your campsite at 2 a.m., rummaging loudly through your soul until you finally admit, “Fine, I hear you.” This one? Definitely the raccoon.

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The Night My Family Built a Death Trap: How Silver the Spring Horse Yeeted a Three‑Year‑Old Across the Living Room

Thrown off a spring horse like a tiny cowboy who didn’t read the fine print.

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Embracing My Inner Mrs. Krabappel in a Love Story with a Side of Laughter

I blinked. I waited for the punchline. Surely he was joking. Surely he’d say, “You’re Marge, obviously.” But no. Jimmy sat there, proud as if he’d just spotted a rare bird.

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