Buchanan, those were the days

My dad was really, really disappointed that my uber conservative uncle wasn't at the Christmas party this year. Of all the years to go to Feliz Navidad in Florida it had to be the year we got a Christmas card from the Clintons. Apparently ten bucks to the NH Democrats buys you a lot of liberal cheer. I forget how big the primary thing is in NH since I haven't lived there in ten years. There are signs everywhere, forcing me to google NH Primary to find out the damn date: January 8, 2008. I know the point is that it's early but I'm genuinely shocked. Shocked at the date and that so many people in Merrimack have Ron Paul signs in their yards. Reminds me of my youth "borrowing" the Buchanan signs from the highway which my mom miscontrued for a true interest in politics and/or collecting and started stealing one of each sign for me. I still have them somewhere because you never know when Forbes for President will be a collector's item.

Shopaholic

Damn you Amazon and your deals of the day. I just ordered all three seasons of Arrested Developement for thirty bucks. I'm a dvd buying machine lately and it's not good. It's been a very spendy Christmas. I felt like since it's the first time I haven't been sorry ass broke, I should make an effort to get nice things for the people I love...and have stiffed every other year. It seems I love me too since I've also bought the Angel series, Harry Potter and Serenity on the cheap. Tsk tsk, I'm a bad, bad budgeter this month.

Looking at the side bar this is like the 8th post for 2007. Slacker and a halfer. I'm wanting that to improve. Amongst other things. Other wants. 2008's going to be an interesting year. A year where I won't be able to play on the interwebs 8 hours a day. If I can abstain as I should under the new management. I'm going to be getting all fancy with the works at home. I'm planning on a new computer and possibly some high-speed service for the house. Losing the connection every 10 minutes is sort of annoying even when you don't pay for it yourself. I should be doing these things at home and it will be great for my repetitive motion injuries to not be idle with the mouse 8 hours a day.

Speaking of idle, I'm trying to think of ways to not have to be at work all week. A part time job, an online store, somesort of catering/baking when I have space to do it. I've dedicated myself to getting out of debt and it worked, I've dedicated myself to getting healthy and shedding pounds and that is working, I can dedicate myself to becoming financially independant if I want it bad enough. And if I can't click that dumb gold box at Amazon every five minutes. That would help too.

Finally

The phone line is now offically set up and working at home and we've only logged on once. When I used to do dial up I used my free juno and dialed in where ever and it was fine. It now officially sucks, not that I'm surprised, so we've been using Matt's AOL. That sort of sucks too and now I guess I should be researching ISP's. It's exactly as exciting as it sounds, researching ISP's in rural Maine. I'd like to have something good set up for the new computer whenever I get around to that. It's hard work being this lazy.

More like a duck

The verdict on my turkeys was more waterfowl, but they tasted amazing. I made a pumpkin cheesecake too, which was yummy and also huge and will probably end up trashed. One dessert next year, something to remember.

Cupcakes to gobble up!

Ok, that's a lame title but I guess I'm in the spirit because I love it. We're having Thanksgiving with Matt's family this year and I really want to do something cute for dessert. Turkey cupcakes. Some of them are pretty cute, and some are just awful. There was a biscuit and cranberry and mashed potato frosting cupcake on cupcakes take the cake I can't even link to, it fills me with ire. Martha has a sweet coconut one, which could be fun. This is more or less what I was thinking, I have a lot of candy corn to use from Halloween. I could use it this way too, but that looks like a little too much work for me. These look amazing, but I think I'm too lazy. And these, no, just no.

My plan is pretty much to make a dense chocolate cupcake, sort of a small one to only fill the cup halfway and use piped chocolate mousse to make a bird shape. I wanted to use candy corn if only to get rid of it, but I'm thinking almonds for a beak and butt feathers might be more elegant. Who doesn't want a turkey with an elegant butt?

Just like I never did nothin'

So, I put it back the way it was. So fickle. I just need to wrestle that lamp out of my sister's basement and it'll be just like college. She does want me to build a wall this weekend, maybe I can barter. And why would she think I can build a wall? I mean, really, we have the same genes...she should know better. If anything I'd be a foreman and then take workmans' comp when I spill hot coffee on my lap.

Trolling the archives

I looked and looked and I can't find the post where crazy ex-girlfriend exhibit A chucked rocks at my window all night...but I did find this gem!

Matt was talking to the cat this morning as I was just waking up. He was trying to convince her to jump up to the couch: "You can do it, it's not higher than it was yesterday". He was lifting her up as I walked in to the living room "She has low fur-esteem today". Indeed.

A blog, re-invented

If you're here, you know who I am and what used to be here. It's not gone, just put aside. Turns out I'm not stone hearted enough to delete years of "Hey, let's go to the dining hall!" posts, but not soft enough to leave them up for eternity. I've been thinking about going back to a two blog format for awhile. My interest in saving and investing (interest...savings...hehheh) has grown and it really doesn't belong on the other site. Dividing Elvisngraceland and AthenaLaughed worked really well for me last time, I'm hoping this goes just as well.

I was thinking this would mostly be a money site but that idea bores even me, so we'll see. I'm working out the links, turns out this site is so old they didn't get transferred like when I updated Athena. And I just got a reunion notice from Hood, we're both getting old.

and i fell down the stairs.

imagine, i used to come here and write things about college and the dorm and the completely insane freshmen we all hated. it's like a different world. and then i started writing about how i hate my job but i never actually did anything about it. nothing like moving and starting over. nothing that would actually make any difference. and then my mom died and i stopped writing here. that was over two years ago and sometimes it seems like yesterday that i closed the door on this outlet. well closed it enough that only bitter ramblings and halfhearted updates slipped through.

what a mess. i'm not entirely certain what to do about it. i would like to have a place where i write about the exciting turns my life is taking, beyond the scope of my waistband. the problem is that i'm not actually doing anything exiciting. or anything at all. i want to start this business but i'm not ready. we want to build a house but we're not ready for that either. the waiting is sort of killing me. the in-betweens of existing just aren't big enough to live in.

and then i got a post card from a sweetheart at ithaca. we worked together at the koi shop and we were related by chosen family, cousins by friendship. she hasn't forgotten that time that i have been choosing not to remember and it kind of makes me think that not only do i suck but i am also blind. i've been thinking i have nothing to write about because i haven't had any experiences but in honesty i've insulated myself so thoroughly against experience that i wouldn't know what to do with a worthy story if one came pouring down my arms into the keyboard.

this is me attempting to at the very least document the nothing and what i make of it. god help me if i let it flounder again, delete delete delete.

i have another interview. at a museum. ha. only took three years. if i was anymore excited my head would implode.

i have a job interview. for an actual job. and i was the first one they called. because i rock. YES! (insert over-dramatic eric lasalle move here)

some poor summer kid thinks i'm stealing his money, or something. he hasn't kept any records but he's sure he's given us more deposits than what he has in his account. except he hasn't. i spent all morning printing out papers for him, he's coming in later. if we've made a mistake, we will rectify it. but you have to prove it to me. you have to say i made x deposit on y day and you have it entered incorrectly here. you can't just say gee i should have more money what did you do with it. i don't really want people to think i steal their money, or put it in the wrong place wantonly. this is not how i wanted to spend my afternoon before vacation, trying to convince some kid that indeed he has spent a shitload of money this summer.

i just cashed five cat piss saturated checks. i need a new life, stat.

if you ask me how much cash you can deposit before you get reported, i'm gonna report you. it's that simple mastermind.

why blog when you can repeatedly post weird referrals.

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i just fielded a call complaining about our branch. some guy with no money in his account wanted to cash a big ass check from out of state. they call it karma.

today's keyword searches:

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an obviously cloven-hooved woman from new jersey shook her head at me when i waved her to a stop so a mother and child could cross the street. the babies must be made of rubber in jersey, that's all i can figure. it's been quite a week for incidents in tourist-ville. some gentleman (ahem) almost hit me with his cigarette while i took my lunch time walk. and we just watched a van from new york hit a truck not once, not twice, but three times while parallel parking. and then they got out. and looked at their van. and shed not a glance at the truck. nor it's owner. who was in the bank and watched his truck get hit three times. personally, since i know that people here have rifles in their trucks, i wouldn't upset the owner of a truck in maine. but maybe new yorkers travel armed too, what do i know?

this blog is quickly becoming the assholes on vacation chronicles. i really want to chalk "I live here DAMNIT" on my hood but it probably wouldn't help. i'll just seeth until october. and drool.