this morning my house was very cold. the heat is not working. probably because it's out of propane. i should probably figure out how to get more. in the meantime i am hoping the my neighbor downstairs, who does not loot but does sing loudly to mariah carey on her radio, turns up her heat enough to keep hamster and kitty thawed out. i was also hoping for sunshine to keep the apartment warm but it's extremely windy and dreary outside so i guess there isn't much hope for solar heat. kitty slept on my stomach all night, which i guess kept her warm, and hamster was nibbling her food with no apparent problems. does anyone know how you check a propane tank?

i made yummy kitty toast for breakfast, and i learned that my fire alarm is very sensitive. but maybe that's because we were making toast right under the fire alarm. it's hard to be sure. i have to practice with the toast. it's not a perfect hello kitty, but it gets better everytime. when i get a really fab kitty toast i will take a picture and post it. i think maybe i need new bread, that isn't frozen. i think practicing with materials is part of the process.

in addition to burning my clothes and running out of heat, i also tried to cut my finger off yesterday. i'm not really sure how i did it, or what i cut it on, but i sort of cut the skin off of my knuckle. it was really gross, and today it hurts quite alot even though i put a bandaid on it. it probably only hurts because i couldn't find my sponge bob bandaids. if i had spongebob on my finger i could rest easy. sigh...

i got my kitty toaster today. kitty toast tonight, as soon as i get home.

mary did think i was very funny that i singed my shirt. i think it made her whole day.

"gee my shirt is wrinkly. i'll just put it on the heater for a few minutes."
"gee, what's that smell?"

i burned my favorite shirt today. and it's still wrinkly. it's a good thing mary has a sick sense of humor. she'll appreciate why i look like such shit.

patriots day is celebrating the anniversary of paul revere's ride. and william dawes. wasn't there some one else too. obviously i haven't researched it, it's just what mary said at work. it's only celebrated in massachusetts (obviously) and maine (because maine used to be massachusetts). so that's why i have no patriots day memories. NH doesn't give a shit about other states patriots, even if they did start the revolutionary war. i think we had a christa mcaulliffe day. i can't think of any other famous NH folk except daniel webster, oh and franklin pierce. maybe i can remember...

sarah, when you were little did you get patriots day off from school? i can't remember. mary was riotting because the bank does not count it as a holiday anymore. she says it's a new england holiday, ie the patriots. should i have known that do you think? also did you get MLK day off. i know we didn't have that holiday. NH and one other state out west didn't do it. i don't know why, but it's very new hampshire. maybe it had something to do with snow days. maybe they traded with patriots day.
we also had winter break and spring break, which they don't even do in maine. in maine folks just go south for a few weeks in february so they can see the sun again. it's amazing the difference without daylight savings. I had gotten used to driving home at 4 in the dark with the coyotes howling but now it's not dark until almost 7. talk about progress. and thankfully you can't hear the coyotes at the new house, it's not as close to acadia and i don't think they wander too far from the park. i like it here for it's remoteness but the coyotes in my driveway freaked me out.

more wet dreams courtesy of sarah.

and also i've seen my car drive by three times today. thrice. in the same color and one with NH plates. its weird.

so they're trying to reinstitute the draft. i just can't see america buying that, can anyone else? war is great and all aslong as it's abstract and really far away, but i don't see americans digging sending their sons and daughters off to war because they were drafted. every american under 26 is going to be gay starting in 2005. it'll be butches and queens everywhere. well i guess maybe not every american. i suppose some people would think dead is better than gay. some alreaday do. but anyway, it's interesting how bush doesn't think this war is like vietnam. maybe someone should read him a book and explain what vietnam was. slowly. maybe with some drawings. arghhh.

this is stolen from, oh, every other blog i've ever read, but i believe it could be a good time. i have the faith.

1: Grab a book nearest to you, turn to page 18, find line 4, write down what it says:
"Rebus smiled again. 'Guilty.' "

2: Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What do you touch first?:
my coin tray, or more specifically, the pennies in my coin tray.

3: What is the last thing you watched on TV?:
oh geez, it was some introspective on christina aguilera. did you know she's from pennsylvania.

4: WITHOUT LOOKING, guess what the time is:
8:45 Am

5: Now look at the clock, what is the actual time?: 8:25 am. wishful thinking

6: With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?: the side effects of come drug on the radio

7: When did you last step outside? what were you doing?:
this morning, coming to work. a lovely warm breeze outside too!

8: before you came to this website, what did you look at?: pinky's blog, domestic crisis and healing feet

9: what are you wearing?: oooh, my new tiny fishnet tights, wool skirt, sweater, old glasses.

10: Did you dream last night?:
i don't think so, i don't remember

11: George Bush: a power-crazy nut case, or...
tool

12: Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?:
uhh, that's too weird i don't know. alice, or amelia. note the a names are first to mind

13: Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?:
something old, nathaniel, or jacob. something, like that.

14: Would you ever consider living abroad?:
absolutely. ireland or england, or scotland, or canada or well anywhere really if i had a job and a friend.

dude! a bake sale for democracy! check out one near you!

and also sarah, i am letting some bananas go over to the dark side, like castro and hillary clinton, for with to make thee little tiny heart shaped banana breads. and then you will have to be my slave because you will be so in awe of the tiny heart shaped banana treats. and it will be good.

"parking stick jousting, isn't that dangerous, aren't those things sharp?"

yes, it was probably dangerous, but didn't sarah and laura look dapper, or dashing even whilst they were jousting. or maybe it was fencing. do you need a horse to joust? i'm pretty sure we didn't have horses, but they might have used shopping carts. sarah, do you remember?
is it reasonable that i lived at hood for four years and didn't fill a photo album? do i hate myself for not taking pictures? errr, yeah.
i also found the pictures from that drag show in gettysburg when amy mas tried to pick up the straight girls. did anyone know at the time that gettysburg is a really conservative college? i had no idea. the only people i knew there were uhh the dykes so i didn't have a rounded impression. i'm so glad we didn't get beat up. remember when one of the ladies asked for family in the crowd and the only voices screaming were ours? should have been a clue. heather my dear, i think you would have enjoyed our sort of tea. mostly we went to drag shows and put on parties. i think it would have grabbed your fancy. life at hood was so much more fun when marianne and parsons were around. that's what made hood worthwhile for me. really smart, fun people who cared about things. i really hope you all didn't feel as ambivalent about us as we did about our freshmen.

it is remarkably summery in town. it was all weekend. all the little lakes and ponds are melted. im almost finished with the epic move. there are only a few things left to pack, and then to clean. fabulously i don't have to go clean tonight. i get to go shopping. actually returning. i've been doing a lot of that lately. the sub-standard toaster, the 4 dollar trash cans, and now the tv. remember how my tv started to turn pink the last weeks of senior year. the tv that was atleast 10 years old, that moved from new hampshire to maryland, and across campus dozen times. the tv that i dropped more than once. well, now the new tv is turning pink. i should have caught on when it made that "poing" noise when i plugged it in. that should have been a clue. but now i get to go buy a new tv, a magnavox atleast. and maybe not so big because that one was sort of scary.
i confirmed with amy the m that i do have guests for june. i am filled with joy. sarah, do you remember lindsay? did you ever meet lindsay? she'll be in town for the summer too. she's a good time. i'm looking forward to the summer ever so much. do you think i should get a produce subscription? how much produce do you think we could eat? we could be my mom and can things.

i have a niece. grace isabelle at 8 pounds 4 ounces. woohoo!

i heard on the radio that a little hamburger joint in frederick, MD is being sued by jimmy buffet. holyshit. i heart cheeseburgers in paradise! they had the best hot fudge milkshakes. that hurts my heart.

i just opened accounts for half of jamaica. and now i really want to say things with a jamaican accent because it's so pretty but that would be wrong. it's a good thing i don't have a maine accent because there may have been no communication possible. as it was i think they all thought i was crazy. i have this tiny tendency to talk to myself. and sometimes laugh. oddly the americans this doesn't bother. hmm.

somebody touched my boat while i was gone. my pirate ship was on the complete opposite side of my desk this morning. bastards. touching my boat.
we've been trying to rent lost in translation for weeks now. yesterday we reserved a copy, thinking since it was a tuesday it was a possibility tht one of the two copies would be there. but no. neither copy, vhs nor dvd, was in the store. it's a small town, if they'd given us the address we would have gone to fetch it. but no. we shall never see lost in translation. never.
instead we watched stand by me which annie has never seen. i didn't get to find out what she thought of it because i fell asleep. i do remember her saying that she had to see the body. i had told her you don't get to see the body, but i'd only ever seen the tv version.
mary and i are trying to talk tia into helping clean up the roadsides in the park. she doesn't believe in that sort of thing. cleaning up the environment. bitch. she's here early and i'm not sure why. it is going to be a trying day.

my computer at work kept telling me my website had innapropriate or unsafe material. what i don't get is how this happened between the morning and lunch. nothing changed. stupid technology. i was a little late to the dumb work meeting. i sort of missed the president's speech. whooopsy. but i did get to go shopping. right now i'm eating freschetta pizza off of my antique plates. this morning i had poptarts on an antique plate. my bad eating habits aside, it's really anachronistic to eat such modern food on depression glass. i can't help thinking about it. everytime i eat something i have to decide if this food was available in the 30's. poptarts and freschetta probably not. toast and spaghetti, probably. some things are more tricky, like fake meat taco's. i'm just not sure.

so i got my first 4 seasons of keeping up appearances on dvd. this was the much awaited package. it's very exciting. isn't it? i can't wait to get home and start watching them. and they're full screen so i won't be drawn in to measure the periphery of the screen. it's very good for this wintery day.

it's fucking snowing.

i am also in a state because of the snow situation. i know that i am in maine. but i do not want it to snow tomorrow. or tuesday. or again at all until november. crosses fingers.

i'm not telling. i'm being purposefully manipulative. i'm in a state. i want my package.

why it is better to choose economy shipping

i bought something the other day. at half.com. it wasn't actually half the price but it was a good price and i really needed it. but that's not the point. the point is i had a choice of regular or express shipping. i always choose regular shipping. even when i do need something in a hurry, which is rare. i deem things not worthy of coming faster for more money. it's not worth the instant gratification. but when i'm waiting for something how do i hate myself for not getting the quick delivery. i want it now. now now now. i don't want to wait. i don't care about the excitement of anticipation. i want my package NOW. dammit. but it's not here. sigh...

it's raining. and mary says it's supposed to snow tomorrow. it can't. i have too much to do. i have been making the worlds dummest mistakes at work. i think because i'm thinking about moving and all the things i have to do all the time. it would be really bad if i got fired for incompetence just now. but i'd get unemployment. in other words i absolutely have to get things taken care of this weekend.

oooh yay alison bechdel got married! that's so cute. there's also a very cute cartoon about her and her partner. do you think my mom would be excited if i got married? would she buy me more dishes? a cake?

today i'm buying a toaster. i'm going to search the internet through for the coolest toaster. maybe a red one, maybe a hello kitty. i'm not sure yet, but as toast is my very favorite food i must commence the search.

the old apartment is currently filled with gas. atleast it was last night. we got home in time to rescue mrs. whatsit. the building has not blown up yet, so far as i can tell. good thing i don't smoke, right? mary says that's a condition to break the lease. i think i'll just prorate my rent payment, and maybe if i have to i'll tell her she killed my hamster, although hopefully she didn't.
miss kitty really likes mrs. whatsit. she gets more cat-like everyday. she sits with her furry face plastered to the glass waiting for mrs. whatsit to move. and we thought it was funny when she chased her own tail.
this weekend we spent every cent i had at target. some things are going to have to go back out of guilt. i shall buy cheaper versions at walmart or mardens.
we also had a sort of picnic at schoodic point. it's very beautiful. it's different than mdi with bigger waves and more rocks. we decided sarah will like it and we'll take her there. also i noted on my lease that i can have a roomoate for 200 more dollars. hmm.

my boyfriends new movie is playing tonight here. we should go.

kitty was pronounced fine at the vet. she helped me bake cookies and build a table. we were really very busy. kitty was offended by the trailer boys confederate truck. she has high morals about things like that. she wanted to get up in their faces but i decided it would be better to turn off the porch light and double check the deadbolts.
i realized last night that although i have two bathrooms, i only have one medicine cabinet. i was hoping to have two so i could keep dental floss and the like in one, and then really interesting things in the 2nd. people are judged by the contents of their medicine cabinets. it's important. i want fabulous things in my medicine cabinet. like chanel number five and one gorgeous diamond earring. or a rubber chicken foot and hello kitty bandaids. you know, really great stuff.
in other news. i think i have decided that my neighbor is the source of all the smoke and coughing. i think she smokes all day and coughs all night. or even smokes all night and coughs intermittenly. something along those lines. i'm disturbed that i can hear her coughing all the time. i hate to think of how thin the walls are.

hey, remember that time my blog was really dull? uhh yeah, sorry about that. i've been trying to think of like, amusing things, to like, blog about. i'm hoping the kitty will be really funny. and i can get her a mike, and she can do stand up, and pay for her own kibble. but so far she just gets fur everywhere in her insistence to show us how much she loves us. she actually fell over herself last night trying to make annie pet her more.
spring is springing in bar harbor. except for all the snow. the bike guy has 200 bikes to build, and the kayak guy is already almost fully booked with tours. the last three weeks folks were wondering if they would earn their bread this summer but it seems that bar harbor will do ok.
i just saw annie and her mom driving about 6 mph down the street. your guess is as good as mine.
while we were at hood, we heard rumors that icky jennifer was cheating on her girlfriend. if i'd known that i might've made more of an effort to run her over the first and only time we had to see her. rats.

welcome to astra vision. where the only thing i talk about is astra kitty. well, only a brief paragraph. we picked up the kitty last night. there was a very weird lady who kept saying that astra liked her better and she wanted to adopt her but she couldn't because of us. she was weird. kitty meowed for about five minutes but she started purring before we got her home.

so we are indeed leaving today. as soon as mary gets back from break. one of the regulars brought me a book to read today. another janet evanovich. bank customers are a weird and loyal breed.
today some poor soul called from north carolina thinking that we are in london and that we were going to give her 20 million dollars. she wired 4000+ dollars to some foreign country. really folks, really. i'm sure that must have been on law and order at some point. don't people learn anything from tv nowadays.
so i probably won't be blogging whilst i'm gone. have good vacation sarah. feel better all the sick folks. see you all next week!

damn you snow! the plans are in the air...

my mother is so excited she's getting 2 cakes. one for tomorrow, one for sunday. that's how much she loves me.

i bought tools this weekend! we built a cat scratcher and tonight i might build a futon. i should do laundry but i can't afford to, so i'll have to take all of my clothes home tomorrow. soon we'll be on our way to beautiful maryland. we have so much to do before we can leave. annie's car is going in for a check up today. we're getting very excited. yay for car trips.
it's a beautiful day. sun-shiney goodness all over. and dudes walking by in green hats. st. patrick's day isn't until wednesday, right?
oooh ooh ooooh. you know what abounds in frederick, antique shops, junk shops, value city. that means cheap ass junk furniture is mine for the picking. oooh. we can even go to the junk shop on market. i'm hardly contained in my excitement.

so more about the ark. it's really a giant house filled with cats. cats every where. in every corner of the house there was a curled up sleeping kitty. we found them in closets, on bookshelves, having a scuffle on the staff desk. it was an experience. the place is remarkably clean, and they obviously take care of their animals, except that everybody has a cold. what i meant to say in previous post was that sally was not a player. in that she was not interested in playing. atleast with us.
so as i mentioned we spent the whole day shopping and putzing around bangor like idiots searching for target. we found the target, which is exactly behing walmart. it was like christmas, in the "oh my god look at all those cars" way. this was also noted in that we almost ate it by a big suv who's driver had a latte in his hand. i was confused because you don't see idiots driving with coffee in their hands in maine, atleast not in the special starbucks-esq cups. but to our surprise there is a starbucks in the target. it has to be the most northern starbucks in the country. i wonder if there are enough mainers who can identify a tall skinny mochachino, or whatever, to keep them in business. there was nothing we wanted to get at the store so we fought the crowds for nothing. but it was an experience.
however when we went to walmart, it was almost enjoyable because all the people were at target, or the walmart supercenter. they had what i wanted and they were very flexible really. our poor helper guy had to take apart the futon box and stuff each individual piece in to our tiny car, and the manager offered to take it back if it didn't fit. what more could we ask for.

nobody likes me, everybody hates me...

it snowed again last night. not like real snow, just like a dusting, but that was after the rain and the hail. all in one night. very weird. i had a realization last night as i was walking to my car after visiting stone face. here i should make a special note to HEATHER, DO NOT READ FURTHER. now i know people usually see those notes and then automatically have to read on, but i'm telling you, theres no way you want to read on, trust me. i'll make another note when the coast is clear...
ok so now that i don't have to worry about making heather throw up, i had the weirdest hood memory. remember how whenever it rained there would be thousands of worms everywhere. that doesn't happen here. i'm not really sure why. i was walking in the rain accross dirt and i had this thought, eww don't step on the worms. but there weren't any. isn't that weird. why would i be worrying about non-existant worms? i just thought that was so random i had to blog about it.

HEATHER FRIENDLY AREA AHEAD
in other news we're getting very excited to meet kitty tomorrow. stone face has had some sad news and she needs furry love. lots of it. we're also going to do our favorite thing tomorrow, go pet store hunting. when we got princess we spent hours and went to three stores to find the purrfect kitty scratching post. note that when we shop for ourselves it takes about 20 minutes and then we go get lunch. last time we almost got the kitty couch, and we really wanted the kitty oak tree (a carpet mock up of an oak tree for your home, it was fascinating).
we might even get people furniture. target is open, probably crazy, but it's still exciting. but i can't figure out where it is. the target website doesn't tell me where it is, but if i ask enough customers i should figure it out.

all of the regulars like my haircut. including one seriously creepy guy whom i would rather did not notice small changes in my appearance. also the penny guy is now my new best friend. he walks all over town and i've seen him a few times and waved. today i met him on the street and he was worried that i was out sick because i was on my lunch break. cute old people are fun. this is definitely the sort of job where you meet alot of locals. i saw twice as many people at the store, but they were all tourists, or artists.
speaking of tourist season, the onslaught of out of staters has begun. i know this because a very fancy suv from mass. containing a perfect suburbia family (their two daughters even had matching shirts on, with no coats) parked in front of the bank today. what they can possibily be doing with their time is anyone's guess. now i didn't actually see the plate, but children that are dressed to match and seem to think that spring begins in march are indicators of awayness. i've also witnessed a few coa students defy death by oncoming folks from connecicut. what is with connecticut? these kids were in crosswalks and had to hurl themselves into a row of bushes. i can't wait for the start of the season.

since there were like real bank people here i couldn't do my usual things like read every blog on earth and post about kitties or apartments. one minute they were really nice, and then the next it was like "mary, is it the usual practice to blah blah blah" it was ouchy. the irony is that last night there was this thing i didn't want to do and i said "so if we get audited tomorrow and i don't do this we'll be in trouble" thankfully i did it. they're gone now and mary went out to smoke a pck of cigarettes. because i don't smoke i had to have another donut to calm my nerves. mary was shaking this morning, it was scary.
moving on...my mother is trying to bribe us into coming home on sunday with cake. to my mom, cake, especially fancy expensive cake, is the only real currency. it's the only thing worth living for. the day she called to tell me she broke her rib she started out with ten minute discussion about the 5 cakes she ordered for my sisters' baby shower. the day of the baby shower, she told me the cakes were great and she couldn't remember most of what my sister received as gifts because she was busy with the cakes. at my graduation, she bought cakes to take into two different restaurants, on two different days. do we all remember the graduation cakes?
my mom who loves me, would like us to come back from maryland on sunday and stay the night in exhange for a cake. although i deny the effectiveness of the cake bribe, maybe we could leave sunday afternoon. my mom also has great hopes that i will move all of my belongings to the new apartment. it's going to take a lot of cakes to make that happen. but i do have a lot of things to take north with me, and a 13 hour day plus a cake stop at my house is going to be trying.
speaking of movign belongings...sarah i still have your tv & vcr. my question to you is, what should i do with them. should i bring them up here, or would you and tracy like to go have cake at my house and pick them up? you can think about that too and let me know. i'm sure you want them...

we're being audited. it's very nerve wracking but they brought us donuts. more later.

they're going to put a hold on sally for me, until saturday and then we can talk about possibly boarding. annie is concerned that i would leave her in salsbury cove alone, but i'll keep her in hulls cove and see if i can break my lease. we did discuss my having a very nice kitty that might live with me someday, she doesn't have to know that this isn't the same kitty. i'll just cover the couch with some sheets, she may even be declawed i'm not sure. ooooh, i'm excited.

oh my, i've found my own princess. i emailed the people at the shelter but i just realized we're leaving on vacation next week and if i adopted her now i'd have to leave her and she'd hate me forever. but she's so pretty...

the landlord guy has not come, and i am becomming increasingly nervous about giving some guy all my money. i have till 4 and then i will really lose it. i've been anxiously awaiting updates and emails from folks to no avail. this is nervous blogging. that's what this is.

tonight tia and i have to go to ellsworth for bounce protection training. essentially this means that the thing that mary explained really well 3 weeks ago, and the thing that mikey explained really well two weeks ago, and the thing that bob explained really well last week, will be explained again by someone new. i heart business. considering the problems some other banks had, like accidentally giving folks 600 dollars (ooops) is something worth avoiding. and i will get paid for my mileage and over time. i guess i'm just cranky about not getting to play with my new apartment. mr. landlord is supposed to bring the keys today. i am going to bring annie by this afternoon and hold up her jaw as she sees it's dimensions. but it has two bathrooms! as long as you can get really excited about that you can deny that the rest of the apartment is so tiny. atleast in a deluded sort of way.
i'm thinking of it the same way that the japanese koi judges judged fish, according to dick. they don't count the bad points against the fish, they only judge based on the good points. i think this is a great philosophy. apply this philosophy to my hair and you get the good points: it's still curly, it's real, it's curly, it's clean, and then you can overlook things such as it's resemlance to joanie or rizzo from grease.

i just don't see how tnt can call men in black a drama. does anyone see that connection?
jonathan would be the poor soul i confused with russ. the lotr chatter was just so in character. however, it's a very enjoyable blog and i recommend to sarah. i can dig the lotr trilogy, but the hobbit just makes me think of that book cart with the 30 year old paperbacks that they used to wheel between english classes. anyway i think i must have linked from pinky and got confused.
annie's daddy said there's nothing wrong with the car. and then we took my car to maryland. unless we get hers a clean bill of health.
this afternoon at the bank we heard sirens, a very rare occurence, and we all went to be nosy and they stopped right in front of the bank. two cop cars and an ambulance. apparently a woman tripped and was bleeding on the sidewalk. we think the town officials are practicing for the summer...

between now and june i have two apartments. apparently this lease isn't up until may 31st. hmm. so now thru june would be an opportune time to visit with lots of room for visitors. this was to be expected. the landlady was very impressed with the 450 a month thing. she wants to live there too. err

i just rented the worlds smallest apartment. for a blessed amount of $450 a month. it's really very small. 2nd floor. it has two bathrooms and two doors. it's weird. and yet so cheap. it's a whole building of single women, and they're going to get rid of all the trailers next month. he said that those tennants are leaving at the end of the month. oooh and i can have a kitty. and a hamster. it needs a lot of art, and a lot of furniture. oooh it's so cheap! and as long as no one notices how long term my guests are i can have them.

so i saw the apartment of the lady who accidentally stood me up. she called yesterday and was very embarrassed that she forgot our meeting. she's a nice lady and the apartment was quite nice too and she's flexible on the payment. which is good and yet means i'll be paying off another thing forever. well i haven't actually accepted it yet, i'm going to see the cheap ass hovel tomorrow. i'm trying to decide if it can be turned into a 2 person house somehow. it does have a big closet, she said it could be a 1 1/2 bedroom if you counted the closet. hmm. we'll see about the efficiency tomorrow. i have to stop thinking of it as a hovel because i might be living there.
it's just so exciting to think i might live in a place i could walk to town from and do my laundry at. she also said she heard the laundrymats might be turning into condos and a garage. how much would that suck.

just so you all know, i am a banking genius. i have opened five new accounts this week, all of which are strive for fives. for all of you who don't happen to be employees at my bank or annie, this is a good thing which means we are getting closer to our bonus goals. bonus goals, apparently, are the things we have to do to get bonuses equalling up to 10% of our pay. i am psyched because the more valuable things i do the less likely i'll be fired if i screw up. i hope. silly at will employment. on the downside tia did not get her transfer to ellsworth, and will have to stick it out driving to bar harbor every day all summer. gee, i wonder what that's like? if she complains too much she might end up loose coinage embedded in her skull.
*(be it known that the commute from ellsworth to BH is 1/2 hour and my former commute from Deer Isle to Bar Harbor was 1 1/2 hours, but i didn't complain, and to show you how vehemently i did not complain i'm complaining right now for your further information)

so err the lady didn't come to meet me. and i also sort of talked myself out of it because i really can't afford to move there just now. ofcourse it'll all be 900 a month for one room soon so maybe i should suck it up. i drove by the efficiencies. it's sort of a hovel. but a cheap hovel. my appt isn't until sunday, i will very seriously consider the hovel because it's so cheap. i'll get a dead bolt, it'll be fine. i just saw annie drive by. it's weird living in such a small town.
i'm sort of excited about the hovel. it's only two small rooms, but it has two bathrooms becuase it used to be a motel. i could even afford a futon with all the money saving there would be. i'm getting sort of frantic about this apartment. i want it bad. do we think i am just generally frantic. possibly. maybe.

i have an apartment meeting at 4:15 tonight. it's a sweet deal really, it might even have a dishwasher. i'll let you all know tonight.

graham from but i'm a cheerleader was on buffy this morning. how unexpected.
my sister discovered last night that she can send me messages and call me from dad's cell phone. they gave it to her, a because my dad doesn't ever use the phone in any capacity, and b so she can call them asap with baby info. the baby isn't due till april, but whatever. mean while she called my cell four times last night and sent me the message "you stink". i was thinking that she was mad at me, but not if she bothered to call me four times. it must be love.
i had this weird dream last night about hood. i dreamed that one of my boxes was really heavy and security said "what, do you have a body in there" and for some reason i did and we all had to pretend to laugh and not look guilty. is it a bad sign to dream that you have dead bodies from college. is that like a message or something.
i've found yet another way to make my computer find pictures on my camera. i'm so tricky. actually i'm a computer genius. i can't help it. some people just have certains gifts. what i do not understand, what is not part of my gift, is why after a few weeks of normal picture removal something happens that causes computer to stop recongizing the pictures. it just gets tired or hormonal or something and tells me to eat it. i'm tired of it. now instead of the beautifully simple program that popped up when i first installed the camera...i have to go to search, pictures, external drive e. i suppose i should be glad my expensive camera isn't worthless...but i long to know what the deal is.

i don't think it's a secret, or indeed ever was...

i've got some apartment leads. i hate this. now i remember why i chose the first apartment i saw, because apartment shopping is the pits.

why i hate walmart

as if there weren't enough reasons to hate walmart, they just started a new policy regarding returns and exchanges. let me tell you all about it. the new policy is they have to exchange your item with an item in the same condition. now odds on the girl behind the desk didn't see the irony of this statement. the reason one returns or exchanges something is because the condition of the item is unsatisfactory, right. case in point: i bought happy texas the dvd, because it's funny and it was five dollars. while stone face and i were enjoying the movie it went all weird indicating the unsatisfactory condition for which i later returned it. so there are no problems actually returning it, she didn't even ask me to tell her what was wrong with it, she just said go get a new one. then she starts to open it. and i say "err why do you have to open it?" it's the new policy yadda yadda yadda. i think about this as she uses her fingernails, like four fingers at a time, to scrape the security sticker off. i probably should have asked for the manager at that point, but instead i just made her switch the new disc into the old unmangled case. why god, why?
the thing that really bothers me about walmart is that they don't have to be fair, or rational, or have any of the skills that other retailers need because they put all of their competition out of business.
in other news my mother broke her own rib the other day. she hit herself with her hand and fractured a rib. isn't that wild? poor mommy. she's overcome with excitement that we are going to be stopping by my house for a night. i don't think she realizes what a short time we'll be there.

so my boyfriend didn't win. but he was there and it was exciting. i couldn't stay up for all of the oscars, but i did see lotr win a million times. and all the geeky art guys make nervous speeches. and rene zellwegger winning was very cute. stone face is feeling a little better. her mother nicknamed her typhoid annie as she's always sick. hehe.
i sent my sister the worlds cutest baby gift. the one i bought is even cuter than the picture, but it's the general idea. let's hope she likes it.
it's a beautiful springy day and i'm contemplating my landlady's desire to sell the house. no more september. wrut wroe. and then i was homeless...

here are pictures of senior prank i though marianne would like. and another of the puppy when he was little.
last night we went here to see a blues brothers revue. the band was really great. the brass section plays in annie's mom's band. the tonies who played the brothers were very funny. annie's brother used to be elwood with one of the tonies. yay for fun nights out!

i know that is a very long, and b a preaching to the choir deal but it's very funny. don't feel obliged.

So just shut up and buy Adam and Steve a nice present already
by Jim Washburn

Last week, a Massachusetts court ruled that gay marriage is legal in that
state, providing new fuel for conservatives who are gearing upto make gay
marriage the wedge issue of the presidential election. President Bush has
already hinted that a constitutional amendment, for crissakes,may be
necessary to stave off this gay threat.
Responding to the Massachusetts ruling, Bush released a statement saying,
"Marriage is a sacred institution between a man and a woman. If activist
judges insist on re-defining marriage by court order, the only alternative
will be the constitutional process. We must do what is legally necessary to
defend the sanctity of marriage."
Before we all go into knee-jerk paroxysms of knee-slapping hilarity over this
non-issue being hoisted by these moral morons, consider their side for a
minute: Does allowing gays to marry threaten the institution of marriage?
If you really think about it, the answer isan unequivocal yes.
If you're straight and married, you've almost certainly got gay people to
thank for it. Wedding planners, florists, clothiers, hairstylists, caterers,
priests: it's no mere stereotype that these professions abound in gay folk,
and your wedding would have been drab if not impossible without them. Add to that the gay friends and officemates who make such a pleasant and positive
fuss about your nuptials. And TV's Queer Eye spiff-up squad is only a
distillation of what gay people have been doing for ages: making straight
men and women look desirable, or at least survivable, to each other so that
they might hook up.
If gays were busy getting married themselves, do you think they'd have time
to preen the rest of us? We'd all be back in the trailer parkin our
overalls, picking scabs off our unmoisturized faces and wondering why the
phone doesn't ring. It is only because gays can't marry that they get caught
up at all in the romance and filigree of heterosexual marriage,and they'd be
off us like fleas off a wet dog if they could go to weddings that didn't
depend upon our breeder antics. It's not just marriage, but the very survival
of the species that depends upon gays being forcibly kept-by constitutional
amendment, if need be-in their role as our eternal bestmen and bridesmaids.
Now on to the knee-jerk paroxysms: aside from the above, every gay man and
woman in the nation could marry five times over, and it would not affect you
a whit. Why the hell should you care? If Eskimos marry, does your wedding
bed grow cold? If gays marry, does your wife grow a dick ?It does not affect
you! Remember one of the founding tenets that made America great: mind your own goddamn business. That goes double if you're the
government prying in between the sheets.
I've known some gays who are real jerks.
That'sbecause they're like everybody else, except for the making your wife grow a dick thing.
There are gay jerks, gay Samaritans, gay plumbers, gay machinists, gay bums,
gay war heroes and gay Sept. 11 victims. They get to pay the same taxes, do
the same jury duty and die in the same wars (albeit with a sense of service
and secrecy that straights needn't muster) as every other citizen. Why
shouldn't their love and commitment be accorded the same respect and
protections in the land to which they contribute and defend?
But gay marriage would make a mockery of marriage! And that's the job of
heterosexuals, right? Can they possibly screw it up worse than straight
folks? The divorce rate's higher than 50 percent, and couple sare bailing out
of marriages quicker than ever; something like 60 percent of married men and
40 percent of married women have extramarital affairs; and their kids who
aren't busy shooting their classmates are packed with so many pills they
sound like maracas when you shake them.
An 86-year-old sleazeball can marry an 18-year-old dominatrix, and that is
sanctified. Larry King can marry for the seventh time, and it's sanctified.
Britney Spears can get married and annulled quicker than you can say
"publicity whore," and it is sanctified. Yet a gay couple that has stuck it
out through better and worse for 40 years, being exemplary neighbors and
citizens the whole while, pose a threat to marriage? It is legal for them to
marry, of course, just not to each other. They could go out this afternoon
and marry a total stranger, so long as it's someoneof the opposite sex.
That's the law. What's left to mock?
But for all of history, marriage has meant the sacred bond between a man and
a woman! Except for when it meant a man and several women, or a man and a
woman and his deceased brother's wife, or a man and his slave, which wasn't
significantly different from being his wife since women were chattel with no
say in their own lives and certainly no vote. Let's be guided in all things
by historical precedent, shall we? I'll go lock up the slaves and child
laborers while you go get the horse-but don't hook no buggy to it because
that ain't how we done things-and we'll go downtown and shout down those
apostates trying to introduce antibiotics, electricity, pavement, baseball
and all that other newfangled nonsense.
But what about the Bible? Oh, you mean the part where Jesus chased the gays from the temple with a stick? Hold on, I read that wrong: it was the money changers Jesus was after, suggesting that today he'd be whacking heads on Wall Street not Christopher Street. But what about the time he berated the mob of gay people? Oops, sorry, it wasn't gays; it was a mob of judgmental zealots that he told off, remember, when he admonished that only he who was without sin should cast the first stone.
Unlike the fearmongering preachers spewing bile on the airwaves today, Jesus
said a lot about love and acceptance, but he never uttered a single syllable
about homosexuality. Ah, but he did give a blanket affirmation of Old
Testament law, where a man laying with a man is an abomination punishable by
death. But that exists alongside so many other abominations and admonitions
that there aren't enough goats to sacrificeto keep every one of us sinners
from being put to death.
There are bans on premarital sex, adultery, lust, sleeping with a woman during her period,eating three-day-old meat, eating shellfish and, let's not forget, "You shall not round off the hair on your temples or mar the edges of your beard." Forgot about that one, didn't you? Ha-ha, you're going to Hell. So why not take a tip from Jesus and put your own house in order before you go tearing down your neighbor's?
But what about the children?
What about them? If you're worried about gay parents molesting their
children, bear in mind that most molestations, even same-sex ones, are done
by heterosexual adults. And when parents go bonkers and set their kids on
fire or starve them in basements, it's usually because "God" told them to,
not Mr. Blackwell. Sure there are gay monsters, but probably inno greater
percentage than there are among straight families. And stable gay couples
could adopt some of the unwanted children born to the unfit parents of more
sanctified marriages.
But won't having gay parents cause childrento turn gay? Sure, just look at
the gay offspring of Dick Cheney, Sonny Bono and Phyllis Schlafly. Gay. Gay.
Gay.
But what would gay marriage do to American values?
You may have a point there. Look at Canada, where gay marriage has turned
them into such a nation of faggots that they couldn't even see the clear and
imminent danger posed by Iraq. They've gone soft loading up on universal
medical care and cheap prescription drugs, while we're left holding the line
against Saddam and sodomites alike.
Repeat after me, with gusto this time:
"Gays getting married does not affect me."
Please keep that in mind in the months ahead because the American Taliban
ensconced in the White House will be doing all they can to bang the anti-gay
drum, to distract from issues that do affect you, like: your job going
bye-bye overseas; your decline in real wages; the health-insurance crisis;
the deficit that will hobble your children's future; the children left
behind by No Child Left Behind; the willful dismantling of environmental
protections; the subjugation of our energy policy to corporate interests;
the unbridled corruption of White House cronies like Enron and Halliburton;
the runaway military budget; the abrogation of our civil rights; the lies
told to us to fabricate an unnecessary war costing hundreds of American
lives and billions of dollars, with no end in sight.

You know, issues like those, the kind grown-ups talk about while the kids
and feebleminded are out obsessing over their neighbors' wee-wees.

i'd like to welcome sarah's friend russ to my links. he has the honor of being the only boy except for the occasional entry by mr. pinky. elvis gets cyber testosterone. hmm.

for all of you suv hating folks out there this is the site for you. especially annie. i think COA would get a kick out of this.

it is most wonderfully beautiful out. the birdies are singing and flying around. the bird lady just came by. every morning she comes and throws out seed for the the little birdies that nest above the bank. i cleaned house last night. i feel very accomplished. there's something about cleaning that makes me feel better about my day. generally speaking i don't clean that much. but i always had to clean before i could do an assignment at school. but maybe that was lack of focus. huh?
the snow was melting well but now it has become cold again and my house is treacherous and icy. well outside of my house. as in the long ass staircase that leads to my house. annie was impressed that it has icicles hanging off of the steps. hey, can you have an outdoor staircase, or is it called something else? maybe in this case scary ice slide thing is more appropriate. what scares me more is the line of deathcicles hanging from the edge of the roof directly over scary ice slide. i pretend that if i don't look up they don't exist. and then i think about being impaled through the head because i wasn't looking. and then i think i'd fall down the ice slide and even more deathcicles would fall and i'd be impaled all over. life is stressful. even if i had a stick or something long enough, you're not supposed to knock them down because it makes you vulnerable to impalement. it's a conundrum. maybe i should just use my fire safety ladder to enter and exit the house, until such time as the spring thaw. in about 2 months. hmm.

it was a beautiful sunny day and i'm glad to say that now at 4 pm the sun is still up, and shining. it was super depressing driving home in the dark every night. i think i forgot to mention that all the laundromats are on strike. my usual mat is now closed at five. last load in by 3:30. and the reserve is just plain closed. i suppose i could drive to ellsworth to do my laundry. it's only 30 miles. i think stone face and i are going to have to have a weekend laundry date. i don't see how it inconveniences anyone to keep the laundromat open. there's no one there, as in no attendant. they only show up to close. bastards denying me cleanliness.

the new glasses are here and i can see. life is good. so the front cover of the paper today is about greenspans plan to cut social security. the timing is suspicious as yesterday all the reports were about how even other republicans don't think it was a good idea for bush to throw down the gauntlet about the marriage act. do we think it's a diversionary tactic from the diversion. it's all very complicated being a shitty president.

the 12 reasons gay marriage will ruin everything

welcome to fabulous bangor...

the lady who criticized the fab five is going to endland and i'm so jealous. england and scotland. she's going on a bus tour with 48 of the best friends she hasn't met yet. and then i remember that i have no money. we can barely afford to go to md let alone cross the big blue ocean.
every friday the upstairs people bring their dogs to work, but this week it's a day early. right now the dogs are barking at the vacuum cleaner. this brings me to the problem of mrs. whatsit. what to do with her when we leave. do you think she could guard the bank. she's getting really good at biting people. annie says we should get a little carrying case and bring her with us. hmm.
mary and i have noticed that a lot of planes have been rerouted to bangor with dangerous passengers. mary said that we would be less missed up here if we blew up (note that bar harbor is not all that close to bangor). but then we decided it was good to disorient folks who'd never heard of bangor. i mean really, unless you watched that show about bangor that was really filmed in vancouver because bangor has NO sky scrapers you'd never have heard of it. oh, the dead zone. it was called the dead zone. i remembered. today it was 20 british folks heading to a bachelor party in las vegas that ended up in a bangor court. can you think of any place less vegasy than bangor?

so i'm glad folks can see the pictures. that was a random selection and in future i will err have meaning to the pics. or something. i am getting excited to go to md. we're building our to do list already. so far the coffee co and nito's and maybe the museum for old times sake. and memorial to see if i can get my stuff out. my huge trunk. hmm

i just met the absolute cutest puppy ever, a springer spaniel named dori. so cute, so soft, big brown eyes. we have to get one annie!

i need to call the eye people but i have to remember that they aren't open yet. the last person i spoke to said she couldn't help me because she didn't know anything. although that was an accurate statement, sometimes people do wild and crazy things like ask someone else. nicole. i hate nicole. she is possible the least helpful person i've ever had to deal with, with the exception of every person at ups. except the drivers, because they're very nice. but i digress. the next time i think i might get new glasses, please someone remind me of how difficult it really was. and i won't do it i swear.
so the trip is coming together more and more. i have to stop at my parents house because i could hear my mom drooling over the possibility of me visiting. she's so cute.
everyone is all upset about that asshole backing the marriage protection act. but i say 1. it is not a surprise, we know he is a biggot 2. no matter how much hate they spew on the news no one will make me change my mind and 3. just like every other period of change there is opposition. we aren't going to roll over and say "aw shucks, guess i'll just have to give up that hope for equal rights thing" no no no. as much as i hate to compare anything to a christina aguilera song, it's only gonna make us fight harder. and we've got the rest of our lives to make it happen.

comments are down and that makes me sad. but the pictures are up and i think i fixed them to make them visible to the public so that's good. also the margaret todd was not at the barbor, she was in the harbor. being that she's a boat. just to clarify. more later!

i'm on my way to posting pictures. maybe i'll make more progress tonight. i'm writing a letter to emily miller, does any one have any greetings? there doesn't appear to be a postal code. is emily just a dork, or are there indeed no postal codes in belgium? anyone with information should report immediately to me.

eegads is there a lot of snow!

so i knew we were expecting a storm on saturday. but saturday's weather was so wimpy that i expected just slippery driving conditions. and then sunday morning, oh my holy holies was there alot of snow. annie and i dug out most of the driveway, sarah will know how much driveway that is, and then the plow guy came. actually we thought it was just a plow guy taking pity on us, but then the landlady's ex boyfriend showed up and said it was our reserve plow guy because the usual plowguy was really busy, plowing. annie and i decided that one) plows are really cool, and hydraulic, and we're going to get one and a truck to put it on and make a living off plowing down east nd two) that next time we are going to wait for the damn plow guy and sip cocoa on the chaise lounge. i shall have to buy a chaise lounge first.
this weekend was rather uneventful, as i was expecting to be snowed in. i got to see parts of stone faces autobiography which is going to be very funny. oddly enough stone face excels at dead pan. hmm.
sarah i baked you some goodies that i will be sending. so look out! i just have to find my wallet...err. i've no idea where it is. hmm again.

i think i made a bad banker decision...i cashed a very large check for a dude with .01 in his account. wrut wroe. lets hope i still have a job next week.
and also, tia has been reading these terrible jokes from the internet. mayb that's punishment enough for cashing a sketchy check.

i'm so not a classic tale with hideous 80's cover art. better luck to the rest of you. it's another very over cast day. there were alleged 4 feet snow drifts and -6C temperatures in calais, but maybe the radio was lying. i don't know how far we are from calais but there is no such apocolyptic weather here. mary just called us to remind us to open the doors. you'd think she had no faith in us.
i can definitely get time off mid march so we will be coming at least as far as frederick. amy and kirsten can i borrow your floor?
and now it's snowing again. how bizarre.

You're Great Expectations!

by Charles Dickens

Coming from humble beginnings, you have become pretty stuck-up in your
later years. While hard work and dedication were the path you first walked on, a sudden
fork brought you glory and fortune. Unfortunately, you have changed even more than your
bottom line. You really should turn back to your old friends and at least respect your
old life. Look out for haughty hotties.


Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.

And yes, it's tempting sometimes, in those moments of silence or being awake and alone in the wee hours of the night to give in. To say yes, you are an irresponsible, adult child who will never be able to stand on her own. To look at your dirty sink, cluttered floor, piles of laundry, empty Coke bottles and Starbucks cups, stacks of unopened mail, trash that needs to be taken out, and see yourself as a collage of irresponsibility. And these mean voices are good. Real good. Because they come from me, and no one knows my weak spots more intimately.

ahhh

cursing myself for not dealing with glasses problem sooner. eye doctor on vacation. i was stupid to think i'd have to pay for new glasses and or a new appointment. ofcourse i don't have to. what happened to the aggressive customer. curse curse curse.

i ran in to this just now. it's a bunch of highschool juniors chatting about the scarlet letter. it even seems like they actually read it. or they are cleverly using cliff notes. those of you who hte the scarlet letter and or highschool english please avoid.

ps. my valentine also got me huge magnetic letters (so i can put bulletins on the fridge) and yummy chocolate and i just wanted to say thanks! i got the funnest valentines!

panic inducing cold

dearest sarah i thought i should let you know that it is again panic inducing cold in bar harbor. i am telling you this so you will feel warmer where you are now. however i have learned not to touch door handles with my bare hands. that always reminds me of amy mas sizzling her tongue with that hot cookie. they're sort of paralell experien. i can't remember if i've told that story a thousand times so forgive me if it's boring. speaking of boring i have to remember not to pack my beach bag tomorrow because the lady who trained me is coming for the day and i don't want to look too unprofessional. it is sad because one of my valentine gifts was a set of care bear coloring books that i want to play with. i'm hoping to go to the library later and get more of his books. i think i could get away with reading a grownup book in down time, if not coloring fuzzy pastel bears. my mom seemed upset that some of the potential gradschools are far away. she's rooting for University of Vermont. i think she just wants an excuse to visit vermont. burlington is a very beautiful and liberal town. i could dig vermont. i have the cold weather gear now. anybody want to move to vermont?
apparently san francisco is getting into trouble with those gay marriage liscences. they're blatantly breaking the law. it's so ironic. you have to break the law to change the law. segregation, inter-racial marriage, prohibition. and still history repeats itself. it's like the last frontier of bigotry. until we win and then they have to find some other thing to protest. or have they already? i have to say i'm getting disheartened to see so many pro-life comercials on tv again. there's a really good one about a lady who is a firefighter and saves lives and that those lives would be lost if her mom had an abortion. thou shalt not manipulate should be the 11th comandment.

friday bank rant:
1. "I will be with you in a just a minute" means that it will be atleast one minute before I will help you. i reserve the right to prevent your banking for atleast one minute if i ask nicely.
2. "yes" and or "cash" are not appropriate or funny answers to the question "how would you like your cash back?".
3. It's not my fault you can't read savings or checking at the top of a deposit slip. just because i put them on the counter with the checking closer to your savings and vice versa, does not mean you get to stop reading or understanding english.
---i could deal with all the above without blogging a rant if chris wasn't making me take my break early because he wants to go home.

canadian diamonds, who knew

apparently canada has a fab diamond trade with ecologically and socially friendly processing. oooh. so uhh, for those of you who buy diamonds...err buy canadian. so we had an interesting evening, annie and i. we went to walmart where annie got some ideas for her project and i got a garlic press. and a movie, and a yoga dvd, and on sale cheez-its, and some v-8 splash berry blend. and then we came home. and mrs. whatsit is now big enough for her ball and seems to really like it. she even learned how to stop before she hits things. it's so funny. she sort of stops and reverses and her but goes over her head. it makes me a little nervous, but if she didn't like it she'd sit all sullen and not roll, right? it was good fun. and then the police came. but i think stone face should tell that story. if she's not too busy she might tell us all about it today.
before the police came, annie suggested that i'm hard to buy gifts for, so this is mainly for her: what do amy's like? they like new cds like pj harvey or liz phair or a simon and garfunkel retrospective. they like harry potter or stephanie plum books. they'd like jane austen's emma the bbc version without the commercials and fuzz from watching it a thousand times. they always like candy, flowers, or furry things. we're very easy to please. really.
ooh, does everyone know that it's coyote mating season? it is the season of love after all. this accounts for the ungodly howling all evening. damn coyotes. they're scary.

i love words, i use them all the time

just in case everyone didn't know, dean won on MDI. not maine. but the island was all about him. and kucinich, who for reasons unknown, has been campaigning in downeast maine hard core. i am befuddled.
i have added a new word of the day because mary was too frustrated with the ridiculous words on the original word of the day, but i think they're kind of funny so now there are two. it's fun to learn words. sadly annie's project was nixed, but it means i get to help her make a model which i'm really excited about. i realised there are alot of things i read that aren't linked on here. such as the belle de jour and where is raed?. very different, but both interesting. i don't know how interested other folks would be. let me know i guess.

i got caught in a hood-ism today. i was chatting with mary and i said "count-m-ups" instead of adding machine. she usually just ignores it when i do something odd, but today she said "count m ups" softly to herself and shook her head. hmm. it made me think of laura et al. yay for random college nostalgia. have we been graduated long enough to use the word nostalgia? i realised that i typed that last rant so quickly it has more than the usual number of typos. sorry. it was the rage.
the only class i could take at coa this spring would be web design...so i have to see if the bank would pay for it. and if i have to like, apply. imagine.

sarah smile is on the radio...thinking of you sarah. i know it's your favorite song. this is just a rant really, not about the radio, but about the loan officer of the bank. he's a boy. he's the only boy in our bank. he does all these boy things that drive me crazy. well mry says that they are boy things, and since i don't really know any boys i'll take her word for it. anyway. he opens the window everyday even though tia will have her heater on and a blanket on her legs. then he says "you guys should really make sure that window is latched at night". why, you opened the damn window. your problem. and then lter today he says "we're almost out of stamps". and i'm thinking since he picked up the used roll from the same spot as the new roll he must know there are more stamps. but he moans more and i say...there's a new roll right in there. then he says "oh look there's a new roll". i know i said it because mary heard me. i asked her. and then he says "i hope you guys can get this to the post office today". and not a minute after mary goes to the post office (which incidentally is RIGHT NEXT to the bank) he goes out to fulfill his valentine's obligations...walking right by the post office. AHHHHH

no more changes damn it! it stays this way. dissenters take notice.

Construction Ends Here

So i think i've finished with the uhh changes to blog. it is now distinctly different from sarah's and it's pink, but there is higher contrast to please stone face, and myself really. i find it very mellow and it has sort of a southwestern feel, with out the turquise. actually it's very like the sunrises i see coming to work most mornings. as i can't post my own...yet...this is the work of a really nice/talented artist. the top obviously is the sunrise on cadillac but the second picture is the Asticou Azalea Garden where stone face will probably have a fabulous internship this summer.
valentines day approaches and i feel unprepared although i have been scheming for some time. for some reason i didn't feel so worried about accomplishing christmas. i'm over christmas. or something. i'm still no nearer to finishing christmas projects than i was in december. sad sad sad...

create your own bush conspiracy here. it's good for a laugh.

so it's very pink. let me know if you think it's too pink, or too ugly, or even if you like it. i enjoyed myself.

"ointment, 2-3 weeks, sorry your show got cancelled"

an update from yesterday... pinky asked me to explain more about the hydrogen burns. so ofcourse i will. an unnecessary long narrative version, of course.
you'd think working in a bank wouldn't be all that risky, unless you get robbed, but we have the most interesting accidents. there was the time tia got stuck in the closed door of the elevator, i locked my shirt in my cash drawer (which is embarrassing and uncomfortable) and now bizarre chemical burns. we have a rather ancient emergency kit, housed in this huge red duffle bag. inside it there is a bottle of hydrogen peroxide, which according to our caltulation is about 6 years old. i've used said bottle many times without incident. but yesterday after i put the inside contents on another work related injury, the ouside of the bottle turned my hand all white and burny. the actual cut i was trying to clean was fine and not at all weird. everything turned out ok, the stain started disapearing and the burning faded to an itch. we couldn't figure it out. mary's husband said that happens with old hydrogen peroxide. annie said we should call the local chemistry teacher. mary and i were discussing whether we could have gotten workers comp., but i think we'll have to settle for a new bottle of hydrogen peroxide.

mary and i have some kind of chemical burns on our hands from very old dry hydrogen peroxide. life is exciting. there is a slight burning sensation, but i think i'll live.

i met a genuine sled dog today. she was so soft and fluffy. i want a doggy. maybe i just want to get a very tiny sled and harness for mrs. whatsit. mush! mush! maybe not

30 helens agree, today is a beautiful day

the storm was delightful. we got a layer of snow, a layer of ice, and another layer of snow. 30 annie's agree it was a satisfying crunch to step on the mixture. i sort of had to hack into my car but it was worth while because annie took me sledding. i was feeling the grumpy. partially because my glasses are right. or rather the very expensive glasses that i can ill afford are how they are supposed to be and i can't see out of them. so either i have to go back to the doctor which i can't afford or have the glasses remade which i can't afford. and now i want to sit around and cry. grrrr

i got my package! i got my package! YAY. it's the british versions of harry potter from canada. woohoo. yay mom. i'm gleeful.

mrs. whatsit hearts tom jones

i've had "it's not unusual" stuck in my head for atleast the past 24 hours. i can't stop singing it. i'm not even sure if that's what its called but i know if i research it i'll be singing it for the rest of my days. mrs. whatsit seemed to like it. i went to bangor last night and yes my glasses are wrong. i would be upset at the inconvenience if i wasn't so glad to know that i'm not crazy. or blind.
so we're expecting snow, sleet and rain all this afternoon. you know what comes next, locusts. it has been a rather tame winter up here. it's weird. fortunately it's a weekend and there's no need to go anywhere.
i'm getting a package, i'm getting a package. oooh mail. i'm so excited.

hmm. just got a suspicious call from my mom. wanted my address. wanted my work address. i smell package. my mom loves me. even though she called me cell phone and scared the heck out of me. it doesn't matter because i'm getting a package.
in other news i picked up the much anticipated individual income tax booklet long form 1040ME today. it's got to be 50 pages thick. it looks hard. silly income taxes. this is why bar harbor should be in NH. then i wouldn't have to fill out all these papers. how much do you suppose it costs to print all these papers, and pay people to read them? what's the point of taxes anyway. grrr. i hate taxes. i hate papers. grrrr. but i'm getting a package. YAY!

create your own visited states map

i stole this from some british bloke. mostly i just want to see where everyone else has been. happy map making!

...the ice melted, and there was joy among the people.

my driveway was all gritty. it was the best. last night stone face bought me yummy dinner and we had a face off with her roommates cat. the cat won but we put up a good fight. the roommates dog however keeps lunging for annie which is scary. it's big and drooly and it could take us no question. in the animal vein i had the weirdest dream last night. i dreamed that mrs. whatsit had little hamsters, and then they all turned into rats and gerbils, big ones, and it was scary. i think it was because mrs.w was running on her wheel. subconsious nonsense.
Annie has put me in charge of the valentine's day committee. i am filled with a sense of power, a surge of organizational strength, the dread that nothing is open in bar harbor. tricky.
in other news there was almost a laundry revolution last night. at the new laundrymat, which was not randomly closed, the change machine was broken. these burly men with exceptional amounts of laundry kept coming in, and the old would tell the new about the change machine being out of commission and there would be this look of hopeless misunderstanding and each one would say "the change machine doesn't work? but how am i gonna do my laundry?". and then they would see me feeding quarters into a machine and say "hey, where did you get those quarters?" like it was some feminine mystique secret that i had quarters, and i would say "uhh, the bank" and then they would say, oh yeah, i was at the bank today why didn't i get quarters. well gee sir i don't know.

why i am thankful i have a small car:

i am lucky to have a geo. a baby car, that very rarely has weather related problems, and has great gas mileage. this morning, much to the dishonor of car i was a bad driver. i was driving, up the impossibly iced luge that is my driveway without a care in the world and as i neared the top, i stopped. a car was coming down the road and i just stopped! what the hell is wrong with me. i am a new englander and i lapsed, i had a maryland moment. you know what happens when you stop driving up a luge in a geo. nothing. absolutely nothing. i had to get out and push. there was no choice. and here begins the real saga. when getting out i realized i was wearing dressy shoes, on a luge. so i had to slide down the luge to my house to get to my sneakers and emergency cat litter. i made it to the apartment where i told mrs. whatsit my woes. if i didn't know her capacity for sympathy and compassion i would say she sniggered at my misfortune, it must have a been a sob. after consoling her i set off to climb back up to mr. car in the sneakers spreading the cat litter in front of me. it would almost have been triumphant if i didn't still have a whole car to push into the road. there are multiple, unforseen problems pushing the car. one, the car was in park. it would have been easier in say neutral, but then it would have soared down the hill into a. my landlord's house, b. a big tree, or c. the apartment. so i left it in park. problem two would be that i live on a major road, why i had stopped in the first place, and i would have to push my parked car on a sheet of solid ice into a highway, by myself. to go on with specifics would be highly embarrassing but as you see it all worked out. i wasn't even that late for work. i ended up alternately pushing and driving the car, spreading cat litter, and i didn't even fall down, not once. the car did sort of end up in the middle of the road with oncoming traffic, but there was no way that car was going back. but in maine people just drive around you and stare. they didn't even slow. so that was my morning adventure. thank heaven for geos.

i just had a devastating thought...i have NO clean clothes. nada. zip. not a washed thread of clothing to wear. and no desire to go to the laundry mat tonight. sigh. and i have no money with which to do laundry. problem. also...somelady with an apparent disease touched every conversation heart in my candy dish. who thought open candy dishes in a bank was a good idea anyway?

hmmm, bordello

apparently all of coa is going to pimping and ho-ing at abbie's very posh and very historical cottage on cottage tonight. although it is a tuesday and kids at coa actually DO their schoolwork, with vehemance even, so maybe there won't be that many pimps and ho(s). i never know the proper grammar regarding the word ho. do you add ab e for multiple hoes, or is that the garden implement? anyone?
annie actually left the house today. only for about ten minutes but i'm sure the air did her good. now's she's back and hopefully sleeping. we saw her roommates and they were in shock saying "we thought you were dead" but she's not.
there is just about nothing happening today. it's been so warm and today it's seriously brrry i think folks are hibernating.

i forgot some important things...we went to see cold mountain before annie fell into the depths of sick. it was very good. and historically accurate. i was just waiting for them to screw up the first battle but they didn't. they made it seem like it was the end for the guys in the trenches, and then the feds charge and get massacred. silly union. it's an amazing tribute to the combination of money and stupidity that the union won that war. it seems money and stupidity always win. why is that? so anyway i was very impressed that they showed that battle the way it happened.
i was also impressed with the downfalls of the educational system because there was a gaggle of girls who were mocking the movie because "they didn't have lipstick in the civil war" they did, they did, they did. make up has been around for a reallllly long time. and the civil war was not that long ago. it's just like the pan-nazi dinosaurs of ancient india. its a generation of jessica simpsons. why why why?