June 30, 2004

Do you agree?

Am I the only one that thinks Britney should have stayed married to Jason? This new guy doesn't seem to be the better of the two... I don't know, maybe it's the two year old child, or the one still incubating, but I just don't get the warms fuzzys from it all. And there's no news on J-ho.... what is this world coming to?

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Try this!

If we went to VA and did this with our MA plates, would we get in trouble?

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I am chopped liver!

It's been pretty crazy at work this week. Mikey is going on vaca for a few days and I've been charged with doing his essential work while he's gone. But they've had me doing his job for the last few days and he's still here! So on top of trying to master payroll, do my own work, I've had to play Mikey. Joy. Friday I'm in charge. Flying solo. No one to bail me out. I think I may just lock the doors and hide in the bathroom all day. Also there are rumors a-flying about the business. I don't buy into anything flying about unless it has an engine or a tail. Needless to say the controller asked the VP about getting more office staff (ie: overhead) and it just so happened she received an unsolicited resume earlier this week from someone looking to be a staff accountant. What the f*ck! Like I wouldn't like to be a real damn employee?!?!?! Like I wouldn't like to have health insurance and paid holidays and vaca time. Like I wouldn't like to be more then an accounting clerk. I mean, what do I look like, chopped liver? I guess I am chopped liver. Do you think I'm tasty?

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Better.... sort of

***Note: I wrote this early this morning, before work, but forgot to post it. Opps!!!** I slept good last night. I'm still not up to snuff, but better. It was a struggle to go to bed, since my dad was hiding out up here, but since the tv speakers in the livingroom are configured for minimal projection (they are located next to your chair) I couldn't hear a thing as I crawled into bed. I flipped through my latest edition of "Cooking Light" and then called it lights out. Too bad my dad left all the lights on when he left. Work has been pretty insane. Someone is going on vacation for a few days and I have to take over parts of his job. I've done the stuff before, but that was like a year ago when I didn't have all my own stuff to do. And still trying to master payroll. Oh, and today, I get to type up the VP's resume. WTF??? I'm an accounting clerk, not a secretary, oh, my bad, Administrative Assistant. Bullshit either way. I sliced a chunk of meat off the side of my finger last night. I had three dogs outside at the fence gate, but only wanted one to come out the gate and go for a walk with me. So in trying to get me and Diezel through the gate, keep Spooky and Jade in the gate, and close the gate before Diezel took off, my finger became a casualty. Yes, it's a real deep gash, I think I saw cartilage. There's not a lot of meat on the sides of your finger, go check and report back. You'll see I'm right. So I've been treating it with neosporine and bandaides. Today I'm going to put some liquid skin or skin shield (don't remember which I have) on it, because nothing screams "I'm a clutz!" like a huge bandaide around your finger with blood soaking through. I have Monday off from work. This would be good if I was still getting paid, but I'm not. The holiday is Sunday, so all the salaried people fought for a Monday off in it's place. I'm the hourly looser. Yeah. So I guess if anyone is looking for something fun and exciting to do on Monday, I'll be available. And a little tech note: I downloaded the latest revision of FireFox (link at top) yesterday. It still tells me I need an update, but I've confirmed I'm all set. I also grabbed some cool extensions. One lets me control Winamp right inside the browsers taskbar. Just little arrow buttons, so cool. I'm not sure how to change albums and stuff, or even if it is possible. I just thought I'd let you know. I also got the "Nuke Anything" extension. That should be built in. So cool to kill anything and everything interrupting me as I surf.

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June 29, 2004

Attention shoppers!!

Due to the high levels of unhappiness, combined with the poor quality of sleep this week, Saturday (or Friday night, haven't decided which) has been declared a Walmart shopping day with a side stop at Benny's for bicycle shopping. Just to clue you in, I haven't slept well at all this week. My happiness level is a direct relationship to my sleep factor. Hopefully I'll get some good deep sleep over the next few days and reverse my low happiness levels. As for shopping, I haven't been to Walmart in a while and I'm sure Diezel would not want to run out of food. Of course I'm always game for company. Bring a list, your happy face, and comfortable shoes. Oh, plastic is a good thing to bring also. **Sad Item in the News** The Army is recalling people that have already completed their obligation for active duty, also known as the Inactive Ready Reserve (IRR). While I didn't serve in the Army, I was apart of the Navy IRR until this past April. I can tell you this much, if they had sent me a letter earlier this year to come back and go play war, I would have liquidated everything but my dog and taken off to the back roads of some drug infested foreign country. I'd like this on a bumper sticker: "I've served my time, have you?" I'm getting to the point most other people are, tired of the fact that only a few people keep getting called up and sent out to die (which is what war is). Where is everyone else? I'm not at all in favor of the draft, but I am all for people not being all gun-ho for something that they aren't willing to do themselves. And for those of you out there too old to sign your life away, you had a chance and you didn't take it. That means that any opinion you have now, either way, doesn't count. Age is a sad excuse for not contributing your time, if not your body, to serve your country (all politics aside). And now that I've stood on my soap box, have a good day!

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Forecast

My personal weather forecast for today: humidity: 100% (rain)
high temp: 68F cloudy
stink factor: don't know
deodorant effectiveness: who cares
AC level: should be on
sunglasses factor: to hide my tears
general crankiness outlook: Today will start with high levels of sadness, with steady levels through 12pm. Once hormone levels match relative tear factor, sadness will increase throughout the afternoon, into the evening, when sleep levels increase.

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Get out of the city

below made me cry this morning. Petulant pit bull put down
By Jennifer Rosinski
Tuesday, June 29, 2004 A pit bull puppy attacked a 6-year-old boy in his family's third-floor apartment last night after escaping its outdoor pen and later was shot dead after it broke free a second time and charged at a cop.
``The dog came out from underneath the fence and out at the officer,'' said Capt. Jim Hasson. ``It was pretty dangerous. Alternatives were limited.''
Police said the unidentified boy was being treated at Boston Medical Center last night for a ``superficial wound'' to the buttocks and was expected to recover.
The dog, 6-month-old Joe, was killed less than a week after the Boston City Council ordered all pit bull owners to muzzle their pets in public following multiple attacks on animals and people that left two pit bulls dead.
Joe was on the concrete steps of 256 Geneva Ave. when officers arrived shortly before 6:30 p.m., but he was later secured behind a fence by his owner's brother, Hasson said. Cops were waiting for a tranquilizer gun to arrive when the dog squeezed through a hole in the pen and ran for the sidewalk.
``(Joe) was running toward the police officer and (the officer) took his gun out. He shot him once. He shot him again. I thought the dog was already dead when he shot him a third time,'' said Nancy Flores, who watched the shooting unfold from across the street.
The unnamed officer was ordered to fire the first shot from his department-issue .40-caliber Glock by Sgt. Trent Holland, Hasson said. The final shot was ordered by Animal Control. ``That was for humane reasons,'' Hasson said.
Matski Brown, the pit bull owner's brother, said Joe never hurt anyone and may have attacked the boy because he often threw rocks at the animal in his pen.
``He never did things like that before. I was on the phone calling my brother and next thing you know I heard a shot,'' Brown said. ``This dog was just loved. He was a loved puppy.''
Joe was carted away beneath a white sheet more than an hour after being shot.
According to the article in the Globe, local station WBZ-TV taped the whole thing. Police shoot pit bull after mauling

By David Abel, Globe Staff | June 29, 2004 Five days after the Boston City Council passed comprehensive restrictions on pit bull ownership, police yesterday shot and killed an unlicensed pit bull that had mauled a 6-year-old boy in Dorchester. Police last night said they were investigating yesterday's attack and had not yet filed any charges. Matski Brown, 33, who identified himself as the owner's brother, said he locked the 2-year-old dog, Joe, in a pen in the yard after the pit bull bit the boy on his backside and his right forearm. But when police arrived around 6 p.m. yesterday, the burly brown dog had slipped through a hole in the fence, barked at the officers from the porch, and then began approaching them. When the dog reached the sidewalk outside the Geneva Avenue home, Police Sergeant Trent Holland gave an unidentified officer an order. "Take him out," he said. From the street, according to a video of the incident taken by WBZ-TV, the officer leveled his weapon and fired two shots at the dog, which fell and began howling. About a minute later, with officers from Boston Animal Control on the scene, the officer approached the dog and fired a final shot into the animal. The dog stopped moving. "It was dangerous," Captain Jim Hasson said last night at the scene. "Their alternatives were limited." Hasson said the dog was blocking the path of paramedics heading to treat the boy, named Jamie, who he said had suffered superficial wounds and had been taken from the yard to the third floor of the three-family home, where he lives. Officers were waiting for a tranquilizer gun, Hasson added, when the dog approached them. The final shot was delivered for "humane reasons," he said. After the shooting, Seth Gitell, spokesman for Mayor Thomas M. Menino, said the mayor intended to sign the sweeping City Council legislation "momentarily." The legislation will require pit bull owners to spay or neuter their dogs, muzzle them in public, and post signs outside their homes that they own pit bulls. The City Council passed the legislation last week, four hours after an unleashed pit bull in South Boston attacked a 22-pound Shiba Inu. The pit bull did not release the smaller dog until a neighbor clubbed the dog over the head with a baseball bat. The pit bull was later euthanized. The previous Friday, a pit bull attacked an exterminator and an animal control officer at a Hyde Park apartment complex. The boy, whose last name could not be confirmed last night, was treated and released from Boston Medical Center. The officer who shot the dog was taken to Brigham and Women's Hospital for a medical exam, which is routine after city officers fire their weapons. The dog's owner, identified by his brother as Cory Brown, could not be reached last night. "I think it's very unfair what they did to him," said Matski Brown, who said he often looked after the dog, which he nicknamed "Beaver." Nancy Flores, 39, a neighbor, was taken aback by the shooting. "Don't they have another way?" she said. "Did they have to use a gun to shoot the dog?" Globe correspondents Martha Bartle, Kaitlin Thaney, and Justin Rebello contributed to this report.
© Copyright 2004 Globe Newspaper Company.

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June 28, 2004

Mid-day update

Narcoleptic Tendencies Yesterday after lunch I had an extreme sleepiness take over me. I had to lie down. I instantly fell asleep. Thirty minutes later I woke up. This morning, after sleeping all night, I was driving into work and almost fell asleep at the wheel. It was scary. I don’t know what’s wrong with me: if I’m overly tired or getting sick. I doubt I’m sick, as I have no other symptoms or issues. I can tell you this much, that even after two cups of cappuccino I’m not feeling that much more alert. Yelling Radio I was listening to the local talk radio station this morning while starting my morning commute. I hate one of the hosts of the morning show. He yells everything he says. Almost like he’s hard of hearing. And anyone that doesn’t agree with him must be a ‘liberal’. Talk about closed-minded! This morning’s topic was an editorial letter from a person living in VT in favor of the Wind Farm. The talk show hosts were screaming about how ridiculous it is for someone not living directly on the water to be in favor of the project since it doesn’t directly impact their property value. They even went so far as to say someone living in Brewster center should have no say. I didn’t realize that we should have a giant redistricting effort to make the water view homes their own voting block. I’m sure that there would be a huge number of ineligible voters due to having their oceanfront home as a second residence. Oh, the drama of it all! I still like the idea of tearing down the Mirant plant in Sandwich, along with the outlying structures, and replacing it with a mini-windfarm. I’m sure it couldn’t support the 130 structures proposed for Horseshoe Shoal, but it would be a heck of a lot prettier and cleaner. Also less need to worry about navigation or fishing issues since it would be land based. I see a photo shop opportunity here.... Pictures I have some (more) canal pictures from all my walks this weekend (I think I had three, but I lost count). They aren’t posted yet, but I will as soon as I can get to it.

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June 27, 2004

Why are you here?

So? What's your excuse? It's gorgeous outside, no need to be inside, staring at the 'puter tube. Be out and about with you! But if you're going to stick around.... -->For those of you that tried to read the archives in the way-back machine, they are all fixed now. I've given up on using PHP for the blog since I'm not sure what the deal was with the permissions getting f'd up.
-->I had a nice walk along the canal last night with Drew. It was one of the few times I walked with a human as opposed to my dog. Too bad it rained. Next time I'll pack a coat. Or steal that little kids bike.
-->Dinner at the Byrne's with Drew was also good. That fly, I think he was a professional at playing dead. Picking his moment just right, to fly away when no one was looking. No really Drew, you can admit you shooed him off on cue.
-->The dreaded crab apple tree that was growing sideways is no more. The fenced in area Dizzy has is looking much larger then before. I'm thinking more grass should be planted. I'll probably have to wait for those other pesky camp dogs to leave.
-->Do not make Pillsbury cinnomon rolls unless you have someone(s) to share them with. Oh my, they are too yummy to eat alone. Safely anyway. Moderation is meaningless.
-->I hate battery start string trimmers. Darn thing won't turn over before the battery dies. I'm ready to go buy one with a pull string. Yeah, that's right, work.
-->Laundry is in desperate need of being washed. I'm in desperate need of being washed. Too bad the two can't be combined.
-->Choices of entertainment tonight: a) homework b) laundry c) walk along the canal d) watch TV e) none of the above Sayounara! (now get out of here!)

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June 26, 2004

I lied! so sue me

I have a huge majority of my math done. I'm pretty proud. Of course I still have one last math problem to figure out and all the damn writing part. I think I will do the following:

• Drink frozen mudslides
  
• Finish last math problem. Even though the prof won't answer my question until Monday or Tuesday, I shouldn't wait until then.
  
• Print out the math (it's a spreadsheet)
  
• Drink frozen mudslides
  
• Sit outside with a pencil, blank piece of paper, and spreadsheet printout
  
• Make a list (like this one) of points to make in paper
  
• Drink frozen mudslides
  
• Orgainize thoughts on paper using circled numbers
  
• Take my silly butt, pencil, and papers in out of the smog
  
• Drink frozen mudslides

Do you agree it's a good plan? Yeah, I forgot to put in some lunch breaks. Oh, wait, I didn't eat breakfast yet. I'm falling behind already!

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Another BSA

There will be no blog entries today. Not until my paper is done. It's cloudy, what else is there to do?

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June 25, 2004

Another Blog Service Announcement (BSA)

Actually, this first part has little to do with the blog.... I just wanted to let you all know that I had some fixing to do in the photo gallery. While I was there I thought I'd do a little reorganizing. So now I have some broad albums with many little sub albums. One of the broad albums is "People", while another is "Outside". I was finding it difficult to remember where some albums were, since there was no apparent rhyme or reason. I hope this helps. As for this BSA, let's just leave the gaudy colors in the blog for a few days and see if they grow on you. Remember, I'm not artistic regardless of what my grade report from last semester may have said. I will take suggestions as to color theme if you are so inclined. Beeeee nice!

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Unadulteraded freakiness

Again, PHP pages, at least the blog, was non-functioning. Tech support was sweet enough to help me out, but when it happened again right away, I had to ask WTF??? (in a nice way, of course). The nice tech person wrote back that I just needed to change the permission on the index file. Wha-la! It worked. I guess the question is now, why the crap is the page rebuilding with the wrong permissions? The support forum isn't spilling secrets, which I kind of expected. If the weather holds after work I'll have to take the Dizz Miester for a walky. I suspect, based on poor forecasting, that I will be trapped indoors tomorrow typing my paper. And speaking of that.... Yeap, I got a charity grade of D on my paper. I still haven't looked at it, I really don't care. I knew my math was wrong, and that my analysis couldn't be right if my math was wrong. Following me? But last night, oh, it's like *blink* *blink* *blink* I got it. Well I least I think I do. Damn freakin ratios come back to haunt. So my math should be better this time around, but my analysis will still suck. I can't write, in case you were wondering. Today at work, as things wind down for the day, has been a mix of fresh salt air mixed with dirty diesel fuel from the trucks speeding off the ferry. Do you think they would speed if they knew traffic was backed up? The Duck Boats are also paddling around, Quack, quack, quack... or so they say. I hope you all had fun today... I'm contemplating vandalising the illegally parked car outside my office window.... hmmm, steal the plates? Air out the tires?

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What's your opinion?

I was thinking the blog was looking kind of dark and foreboding. So while you weren't looking I went all pastel easter egg. There are still a few colors I need to change for my ode to the bunny holiday complete. What do you think so far? *** Update ***
Since Jesse said it looked all white washed, I colored in the side a darker color, and toned down the harsh green. Keep in mind that colors look different on every monitor. Looked really pretty on Irma, down right sick on the 17" desktop.

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How big is your soap box?

Muzzling the misfits
By Brian McGrory, Globe Columnist | June 25, 2004

"Pit bulls are the Uzis and AK-47s of the canine world, entirely pointless as pets, bred for their aggression, prized by many owners for their intimidation. There is not a reason in the world to have one, other than to harm or scare, which explains why they're the animal of choice among punks who need guns and snarling dogs to fulfill themselves. Please spare me the inevitable argument about how pit bulls, trained right, are smart, loyal, loving family members. Why any normal person would take a completely unnecessary risk with children, neighbors, other animals, and themselves is one of the great mysteries of the dog-loving world. Unless, of course, the owner isn't normal at all, which would explain it."

That must explain me then... not normal!

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June 24, 2004

Done....

See, on the way home from school I stopped and picked up a dunkachino because I was sure I wouldn't be able to stay awake for the drive back And my new Corrs cd was spinning and I don't know the words but I'm still trying to sing along and I drank my dunckachino on the way home and I got buzzed off the caffine and the lack of sleep even though I had a little nap this afternoon so when I got home I talked to my brother but I was really bugging him because he was watching some overdue Ben Alfack movie from Blockbusters then I got the clue and came into my room to check email and change the blankets from winter to summer and I was talking on IM to Drew and then to Jesse and then I laughed at the clothing I have to match for the Fuel concert and I posted comments to all sorts of blogs and switched my blankets and talked to Jesse on the IM and fed the dog and blew up the yoga ball with my brother while he cooked some chicken tenders in the toaster oven and had his over due Ben Alfack movie from Blockbusters on pause then I thought I should take out my contacts and brush my teeth because I had nasty coffee breath and I didn't want anyone to smell it then I remembered that IM is not smell-o-vision and the it didn't really matter because I was the only one still up and that my brother was watching the overdue Ben Afleck movie from Blockbusters and he never signs on to IM and talks to me and that's ok because he's only on the other side of the house but seriously I think this is an entirely too long sentance and my spelling it horrible this late at night with my awakeness only being generated by coffee but I forgot to tell you all that Milen called this afternoon and he's enjoying the class I bailed out on him but I helped him with some questions he had and he may stop by work tomorrow for coffee. Which I really don't think I need.

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Flannel shirts & Shania Twain

No, no, I didn't go shopping today.... yesterday. I busted out of work at 3pm yesterday because I ran out of stuff to do. Mmm... yeap. Thumb twiddling. So I took off to Kmart in search of panties, bras and a ball cap. I found none of the listed items in my size or desired style. Just cuz their big don't mean that should look ugly! (that goes for both the butt and the boobies, in case you were wondering) I walked down the strip to Filenes Basement, which is actually on the first floor. They are soooo fashionable. I headed right to the 'intimate apparel' section. Who are they fooling? Just cuz these are the last things to be ripped off in the heat of passion does not constitute naming them 'intimate apparel'. Heck, we could name socks that too and be totally within category. But I digress.... I searched through the non-sale items. They had some cute styles, but none in my size. So I searched the whole department, especially the clearance racks. Turns out they don't carry my size. Damn! Off to the mens department for a ball cap. I found Red Sox hats. And Boston hats. I even found old men boating drunk hats. Finally I found a ball cap that said 'Timberland' on it. The irony? The ball cap I was replacing also said Timerberland on it, but Dizzy chewed it up. Next to the hats, on the wall next to the dress shirts, were yoga balls. Yes, I picked one up, not the one with the rubber bands. No, it's still in the box unused. Have I ever used any of the workout stuff I purchased? Ding, ding, ding, if you answered no, you are correct! So after FB, I walked back to Kmart where my car was. Waited for SPD to move. Off I went to Newbury Comics. Have I told you what a cool store this is? I'm sure if I searched long enough I could find a Marilyn Manson bobble head doll. So I picked up the new Corrs CD (borrowed heaven). As I'm checking out the cashier looking straight out of a Nirvana video asks me if I have the older cds. For a moment I blanked because a) this guy doesn't strike me as a Corrs listener and b) I forgot what cd I was buying. 'Oh yeah', I said, 'I really like Talk on Corners'. He went on to tell me the new cd is better then the last, which he thought sounded like Shania, and asked if I had the remix version of Talk on Corners, which I do. Very cool store, huh? Later at night, oh, I'm not sure when, I went onto the Lane Bryant website (one with the store, not the catalog). I was able to find some boobie holsters on sale. Of course I had poor color choices. Everything was either lemon yellow, black, or white. I picked white. That was all I bought. Hope I didn't disappoint.

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To keep you updated...

I'll be out for a little while this morning. Keep yourself busy checking out pictures from the Bourne Bridge walk last night

and the Sandwich marina walk from Sunday. For my tale of woo: I guess I finally hit the right nerve at the tech support office last night. I'm up for the most part (all you picture people have the green light now), just have minor fixes, which are sure to turn major. I feel bad that I bugged them, but geez, when you answer a call for help with 'fixed' and don't give me any idea as to what went wrong or why, I'm kind of ticked off. I think they actually fudged around with my gallery, which is why all my picture people have had the red light for sooo long. I eventually, through sheer guts, deleted a ton of lock files. Early indications are that they will re-generate as needed, but the ones I deleted had gone bad. Funny, they are all of 0k in size. So I stayed up late doing that. Please check out the fruits of my labor. For my tale of yeah: The walk along the canal was awesome. We arrived around 6pm after getting stuck in circus traffic. Sure Dizzy liked the smell of elephants, but I could have done without it. We headed west to the train bridge and actually caught it going down for the trash train. Spiffy! If you look in the album (linked above) you'll get to see the bridge all backlit by the sun. I was surprised to see the train going soooo slowwww, but I guess if I were an old train bridge, I'd want the trains to go slow too. Now usually when I take Dizzy on these long walks (more then around the block) he gets the runs. To anticipate this, I took two scooper bags. I used one right away, which I knew was going to happen since he just ate dinner before we left. I clipped the spare onto the leash and off we went. But there was still a poo issue. A piece was stuck hanging out his butt. He was embarrassed I could see, as he scooted along the ground trying to rub it off. It just wouldn't go. With all sorts of people around I couldn't just pick at his butt. Can you see the comedy of the situation? Are you laughing? Good. So it took a vast majority of the walk for us to be away from people. I used the spare scooper bag to swipe at the poo still hanging out his butt. But it wasn't what it appeared to be. Sure it was poo, and yes it was on his butt, but it was stuck there because it appears that Dizzy has consumed some of my stray hairs!! My stray hairs were tangled around this little piece of poo hanging out of Dizzy's butt keeping it there like a pom-pom on a hat. I tried not to laugh, I didn't want to hurt his already tender feelings... but I couldn't help it. Next time... well I'd probably do the same thing. What can I do? Poor dog. He slept most of the ride home. He hasn't been seat belted for the last few drives. It makes me nervous, and I drive real slow. Is giving him the freedom to be comfortable worth it? Don't know. What I do know is he stretched out the full length of the back seat, which he can't do with a seat belt on. Home at last and drinks for us both. He also ate more food. Then while he slept, I worked on my computer. And now my story has gone full circle.

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June 23, 2004

Celebrate!!

Yeah! It works again!!! That means.... PICTURES!!! Stand by....

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Check, check

Alright let's give this a whirl. Tech support says it's fixed...

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Out and about

I'm loading Dizzy in the car. We're going to the Bourne Bridge (cape side) lot for a little walk. Hopefully those hot italian sausages I fed him for dinner won't come back to haunt us.

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Up-t0-dates

Rain? No, no, you can’t say that word in conjunction with weekend. Are you trying to keep the tourists home this weekend? Oh, if that is the case, then go ahead, say that word. Just to keep you updated... So after waiting all morning for the tech support people to do anything, I contacted them through their on-line chat system. It only works during the day. The first person said they’d look into it. Nothing happened for another hour. I went onto the on-line chat again. This time I got a guy named Bob. I secretly hoped it wasn’t the guy named Bob that was let go from Abt. He couldn’t have hacked tech support. He was a non-supportive type. After chatting with ‘Bob’ I got the distinct impression he wasn’t American. There was absolutely no slang, no contractions, and perfect punctuation. I guess this is the kind of person you want to chat with for a tech support call. It took a good half hour to straighten out the fact that my help ticket wasn’t showing up as open in their system. I had to close and reopen the ticket. Bob said he’d get his techs working on the problem. We’ll see. And another update.... now that I know I’ll be attending the Fuel concert with contest winner Drew (I’m like a booby prize), attention now has to be turned to what to wear! Oh my gosh! Do I shop? Do I dig in my closet? Do I get back in the gym? Ok, not that last one, but still, what do I wear? What does anyone wear? Is it baggy to hide cameras in? Lightweight because in the Tent and you’ll sweat to death? Where do I put my ID if I don’t have a purse/wallet? Hair down so I can look like some kind of Goth punk rocker? Hair up to keep it from getting in my eyes? Will it rain? Will it be instysweat? How do you have a good time if you’re embarrassed by the smell of sweat? Oh my gosh, I still have a month to worry and wonder about all this stuff. Is there a manual? I need a manual. “Concert Going... for Dummies”, first edition, I’m sure. For crying out loud, Rebecca, get a grip!

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Muzzle or nuzzle?

Muzzle or nuzzle?
Council to mull pitbull restraints following attacks By Donovan Slack, Globe Staff | June 23, 2004 Ethan Eddy sees the fear. It's there almost every time he walks Maggie and Toby, the pitbulls he adopted, around his Jamaica Plain neighborhood. Sometimes all it takes is the silhouette of their signature boxy heads. "One woman started screaming, 'Get that thing away from me. That thing needs to be killed; there's no place for that in the city!' " Eddy recalled. So when news of a pitbull attack in Hyde Park Friday spread, triggering a torrent of complaints to city officials and prompting calls for tougher animal-control laws, Eddy's heart sank. Today, the City Council takes up a proposal that would require pitbull owners to muzzle their dogs in public, spay or neuter them, and post warning signs outside their homes -- reopening a recurring argument over a breed that has inspired fierce public debates. Pitbull owners like Eddy say their dogs are no more prone to attacks than any other. But opponents cite statistics showing pitbulls have attacked in Boston more than any other breed. "I have gotten calls about this all weekend long," said City Councilor Rob Consalvo of last week's attack near a Waterloo Street apartment complex. In that attack, a pitbull bit an exterminator, then mauled a small dog outside, and bit an animal-control officer before police shot and killed the dog. "The bottom line is there's a problem, and we need to start admitting there's a problem," said Consalvo, who sponsored the measure to be voted on today. He said seven attacks have occurred in his district in the past year. Consalvo represents Hyde Park and parts of Roslindale and West Roxbury. Animal rights activists nationwide have argued for years against attempts to restrict pitbulls, saying such rules unfairly blame a category of dogs for attacks they say are better attributed to abusive or neglectful owners. And in some cases, the courts have supported that argument. In Lynn, ordinances banning and restricting pitbull ownership were struck down by the Supreme Judicial Court in 1989 because, the court ruled, there were no scientific means for determining which dogs are pitbulls. Still, some restrictions have been put into place. In 2002, the state Department of Social Services began following guidelines that disqualify adoptive parents who own pitbulls, Rottweilers, or German shepherds because they are considered "high bite" breeds. Many pet owners and animal rights advocates say restrictions tend to be adopted in the wake of attacks, when fears run high. Several of those advocates criticized today's City Council proposal, saying it would not stem the number of attacks, because most are perpetrated by unlicensed dogs, whose owners are unlikely to conform with additional restrictions. The pitbull in the most recent attack in Boston was not registered or immunized. "If they're not going to invest a couple of dollars in a license and vaccinations, they certainly aren't going to invest in a sign," said Kara Holmquist, director of advocacy for the Massachusetts Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals. Holmquist and other advocates said they recommend tougher penalties for violations of leash laws, more animal control officers, and a crackdown on unregistered dogs in the city. Holmquist said thousands of dogs are unlicensed in Boston, with some estimates running as high as 22,000. City animal control officials said that of the 8,000 registered dogs, about 5 percent, or 411, are pitbulls. Saying the city should not single out pitbulls, City Councilor Maura A. Hennigan filed her own proposed ordinance yesterday. Her initiative would increase fines for leash violations and dog bites, and also require animal control to launch an education program to encourage citizens to report dogs that are off-leash. "To just go after pitbulls doesn't make any sense," she said. But Consalvo argued that current laws are not enough to stop pitbull attacks. Boston law requires all dogs on public property to be on a leash, but Consalvo said some pitbulls strike whether or not they are leashed. The name pitbull refers to several types of dog, including American pitbull terriers, American Staffordshire terriers, and Staffordshire bull terriers. They are often the dog of choice for gang members, who may train them to fight and use them to ward off neighbors and adversaries, the city's animal control director said. But in recent years, pitbulls have become more popular with responsible pet owners, said Alan Borgal, who has worked at the Animal Rescue League of Boston for nearly 30 years. "Now they're all over the place," said Borgal, director of law enforcement for the rescue league. "A few years ago, I would not have expected a pitbull in that apartment in Hyde Park." Borgal contends pitbull ownership is nothing but a passing fad. German shepherds were the guard dog of choice in the late '70s, he recalled. Then Doberman pinschers were favored, followed by Rottweilers, and now pitbulls. Borgal was attacked twice by pitbulls in the late '90s, and suffered back injuries and nerve damage in his hand, but he said he still believes the dogs should not be singled out for restrictions. He said that a knee-jerk vote after last week's attack is not the way to go. "People become very antidog in these situations, and you have to be careful," he said. For Hyde Park resident Sandra Scaccia, the muzzling of pitbulls in city streets is anything but antidog. She said her 9-year-old chow, Jinx, was nearly killed last year by the same pitbull, named Bugsy, involved in last week's attack. She was walking Jinx last June when Bugsy raced across Neponset Valley Parkway and clenched his jaw around her dog's neck, she recalled. Bugsy's owners managed to pry him loose with a broomstick. Scaccia heard the gunshots Friday and later saw the dog dead. "I feel bad for the owners, but to some extent it was a relief because I no longer fear the dog is in the neighborhood," said Scaccia, a firm supporter of Consalvo's legislation. But Eddy, the pitbull owner from Jamaica Plain, said that if the council passes the restrictions today and the mayor signs them into law, he would consider it a "slap in the face." "Those of us who believe in the laws and would follow them are going to be the ones that are punished by this," he said. "My personal solution is, we're just going to move if this happens." Donovan Slack can be reached at dslack@globe.com.
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Still down and out

PHP pages are still not working. So the entire gallery is out of order (still there, just the file type isn't working on the server) (no panicking!). I've reopened the help desk ticket, but with the six hour response time to the last reopen, I'm not holding my breath. Should I find it ironic that my 30 day money back time just expired Monday? Possibly. To move back to the old server now would be faily painless compared to the last move, but I'd be out my money. As always, stay tuned.

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instysweat & lotsabath

My personal weather forecast for today:    humidity: 98%
   high temp: 78F shade, 90F sun
   stink factor: 85%
   deodorant effectiveness: 40%
   AC level: 70%
   sunglasses factor:60%
   general crankiness outlook: Today will start with high levels of crankiness, with steady levels through 2pm. Once sugar levels match relative stink factors, crankiness will increase throughout the afternoon, into the evening, when AC levels decrease.

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Ding! Ding! Ding!

Host: Folks, we have a winner on the contest line. Give it up for Drew, he was caller ten. Drew: Yeah, I was caller one, and I called back and got a busy signal. I tried again and got through. I've never won anything before. This is so exciting!! Host: (feining interest) Yeeaaah, ok. So you won the two pack tickets to the Fuel concert at the Melody Tent. Drew: That's it? I dialed my finger to the bone and all I get is two lousy tickets? Host: (to producer) Can we give him some dinner gift certificate? Producer: I've got some frosty coupons left over from Halloween. The drive through is open late. Host: That's all you've got? OK. (to Drew) So we'll throw in some desert coupons. Drew: I'm not driving across town for a 99 cent shake at the Wendy's Drive through. I don't care how good the buffalo chicken sandwich is. I want more then tickets! Host: Yeah, I see your point. Call back at lunchtime and try to win the sandwich platter for your office. Drew: What?!?!?! No way man, you're gonna give me some damn food with my tickets! Producer: Time... move it along Host: So again, congrats to Drew. And now a word from our sponsor, The Padock Resturant. Located at the West Main Rotary, directly behind the Melody Tent. spins commerical

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June 22, 2004

Don't bother reading the news

They killed him. Dumped his body on the side of the road. It just makes you wonder what kind of a messed up world we live in...

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Sorry...

Let me apologize... I don't usually curse. Hopefully this won't get me filtered out, or flagged by the evil eye. Nope, I'm just aggravated. Oh sure, they said it would be fixed soon, but who's definition of soon are we going by? Mine? If we are, you're late. Yours? You better clarify it with a time reference. When you knock out 99% of my site and cause me to re-work my blog page (did anyone notice? I hope not!) I think I'm entitled to get pissy. But cursing? Well, I guess it was a bit much. My frustration that the advertised 24/7 tech support is not what it appears to be doesn't really help my mood. By the way... I'm still waiting. And I'm still sorry for cursing. I may retract my apology if the waiting continues. Stay tuned.

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Fucking host company!

PHP is down on my website due to a server error. It was just working before tech support went home for the day. So with PHP out, 99% of my website is not accessible. Like I said, fucking host!

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Pay attention!

Fuel is playing at the Melody Tent July 21st. Anyone wanna go? Tickets are only $30 at the box office. Drop me a line...

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Quickies!

**This weeks Southwest Specials:
Providence, RI
$79 one-way, to/from Nashville, TN
$79 one-way, to/from Orlando, FL
$24 one-way, to/from Philadelphia, PA
$99 one-way, to/from San Diego, CA **My clothing today:
I'm wearing my blue flower capris. They remind me of a 90 year old woman in Florida wearing those huge square wraparound sun glasses. You know you've seen them! I'm also wearing my white crinkle cut shirt. I could enter a white t-shirt contest, but then you'd just get a better view of the lace demi-cup bra I'm wearing. Save your water, most of the detail can be seen right through the shirt. Great office wear! **My Roses:
They are looking a little sad. I added fertilizer sticks to the pots. Hopefully that will perk them up. The curly ficus and jasmine are doing well. My aloe plant is purging a limb. **Fish food:
My beta, Fish, is happily in his spare vase I picked up last weekend at AC Moore (I had a coupon). I also picked up a bag of pebbles instead of the florescent orange rocks from the pet store. How much should I feed him? The directions say a few pellets three times a day. I give him about five pellets twice a day, if I remember. Poor Fish. **Summer Dog Camp
I'm so ready for this to be over. Dizzy is off balance, not knowing when to eat. I'm just tired of having wrestling matches in the living room. And they've killed all the squeaky toys. They ripped off arms and noses. They've been limited to marrow bones and "sock'n'ball" which is just my brothers sock with two rubber balls in it, tied off. And the fur. And the dirt. This counselor quits! **Music Choices:
I was listening to an edited collection of Outkast songs last week (all the filler removed). It was ok, but with their 'Roses' video being over played on VH1, I was getting tired of it. I have changed cds in the car. I now have Sarah McLaughlin(sp) playing. In the MP3 library I switched over to my Linkin Park collection. I have everything but 'Live from Texas'. I don't think any of their songs have been over played since they never really hit the pop channels of distribution. I seriously feel the need for a new cd... I'm thinking the new Coors cd, but I'll have to wait until payday to see if it's in the cards. **Lunch:
I'm packing a ceaser chicken salad. I'm going to wrap it into a pita. Yeah, I lived on this stuff for a year, but you have to admit that it's really yummy.

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June 21, 2004

Craving...

Thanks for the pic Drew! While walking along the canal yesterday, and around the block this morning, oh, and while sitting at my desk staring longingly out the window, I wished to be picnicking. Yes, that long ago tradition of going somewhere nice with a basket full of homemade goodies, a good book to read, and a blanket to lay out on. What happen to picnics? Did they become illegal? You never see people picnicking anymore. Nope, go to the beach and someone is bound to have Dominos deliver lunch. Head to the park and you'll most likely (if you can even find a park) find a fast food vendor of some sort. Picnics have gone the way of the block party. No one has those anymore either. Too many damn permits to have a block party. Is that why picnics died? Too many legalities? Sure, you have to make sure the mayo in your potato salad didn't spoil, but we have little coolers and freezer bags now, we can picnic safely. Maybe people got tired of ants or sand. Or possibly Atkins destroyed picnics. Can't have most picnic foods if you follow Atkins. We should ask the Atkins people to write a picnic cookbook. Possibly it was a basket shortage that ended the picnic. Rattan furniture and Christmas Tree Shop could have wiped out the reedy wood needed to make baskets, thus there was no way to picnic (before the coolers that is). Could it be that people just don't have leisure time to sit down and have picnics? Most people are lucky to get vacation time, so possibly without paid picnic time there was no time to picnic. It could be that there is a shortage of picnic places. There are not many parks, at least on the cape, that would be ideal for picnicking. And nevermind trying to picnic on the beach, the cost to just walk near the sand could turn off anyone that has spent all their money on a new picnic basket. So space is a definite problem in the picnic department. Possibly people just ran out of other people to picnic with. Who would you picnic with now? Gosh, my family can't get together for dinner, so a picnic would be a massive undertaking. Picnic with friends? Scheduling conflicts. Picnic with strangers? Can't talk to strangers. Picnic alone? I don't want to look desperate! Lack of picnic people is a very big picnic problem. I wrote this because I really like the word picnic and I'm craving one (in case you couldn't tell). Just thought I'd share my picnic obsession with you.

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Tight ship

For entertainment, think of a good caption for this picture. I took it out the window at work today. The cop had on the flashing lights and everything. I wonder if this goes with the dead women found around the corner earlier this morning. Just for reference, it's looking at the South Street Dock where the cars and trucks zoom off the ferries. I was left to enter the payroll information today. One of the first things I did was loose a stores worth of time sheets. Smart? Oh yeah. Stupid part is I had to admit I couldn't find it. Will these people still get paid? Of course, there are always back up copies. The real question is will I ever be trusted with payroll again. Tune in next week. While I'm talking about paychecks... we have a few foreign students working for us. We didn't 'sponsor' them all, so there is interpretation issues with taxes and the SSA deductions. I don't know about you, but if I were to go to a foreign country to work, I would expect to pay the same taxes as everyone else. These kids (and that's really what they are) have been complaining about having to pay taxes, and about the hours they have to work in terms of a schedule. The want us to work around whatever second/third job they have. For the people that are not ours to sponsor, they should just put down their available hours and be happy for whatever shifts they get. For the kids we are the sponsor for, they should work the hours scheduled and tell their second/third job their availability. And don't get me started with social security numbers.... that's a whole nightmare unto itself. Otherwise work hummed right along. I have enough left over for about a half busy day tomorrow. For tonight I've promised myself some study time. Need it really.

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Robbing me to pay... me?

The classic saying of ‘robbing Peter to pay Paul’ applies to me this week. The damn brake job has forced me to steal from my tuition money. Now I have to pay myself back. Of course since I’m not a rich person, this will be slow and painful. Ouch! Time to cut back on all those yummy ice creams on sale. *sigh* It’s not that bad, just a few dollars a week out of my paycheck. While I’m talking about banks and money.... I just can’t say enough about Acushnet FCU. I’ve been a member since I purchased my first motorcycle and they were doing a financing special for the dealer. I just never closed the account and have used it to squirrel away money. The best part is when I need it, all I do is send a fax. That’s it! And if it’s a banking business day, the funds are transferred in just a few hours. Fax at breakfast, have money for lunch in my NFCU account. I’ve tried to get money out of Navy FCU just as fast, and short of hitting an ATM machine, it can’t be done. Even the on-line checking has to be set up many days in advance (thus I have all recurring payments set up). NFCU does have a strong on-line banking program, which AFCU doesn’t have. I appreciate that. Now I have an account locally at Rockland Trust. I haven’t started to use it heavily since I’m still waiting for all the stuff to come in the mail. I have online banking through them also. I guess if I ever do become rich (huge miracle there), I have all sorts of places to put the money. Oh, and about my brakes... they now make this funny (ha ha) noise. When I slow down, they wind down. Sounds like a quiet plane engine coming to a stop. I hope this isn't a sign I should worry about. Damn cars, too much maintenance costs.

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June 20, 2004

You're all fired!

How many of you knew my "about me" page was missing? Why didn't you say anything? For crying out loud! What kind of Q.C. people are you? Do I have to do everything myself? Yeah, I guess I do. Which means 'you're fired'. Hahahaha! Ha! Seriously, I guess the page didn't get moved over when I changed hosts. It's back now. Moved, happily relocated. I'll actually read it later (over a bowl of ice cream) and see if it needs updating.

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The sky is falling!

Saturday AM I took the car in for brakes. I have no idea how long brakes should last, but it had been two years and mine weren't well. So around 8am I brought Dizzy to the garage. He's been much better about being in the car lately, not needing his seat belt to keep him inside, or in the back seat. After leaving my name and number with George, we started our walk back home. There is sidewalks, but on the other side of rte 28, so we walked the shoulder. In front of Deer Crossing there was a small brick wall keeping the lawn back. Dizzy walked up on the grass while I walked along the road. At the new traffic lights at Shellback ln the sidewalk starts. We walked along the sidewalk into Mashpee Commons. We didn't walk through the shops (obviously) and headed back up to the street. It was still early enough that we were able to cross 28 and get around the rotary. Walking along 28 on the other side of the rotary heading home, there is no sidewalk and much of the shoulder is overgrown with trees and shrubs. For the most part Dizzy is good about staying out of the road. It's almost like he's learning to be good. To avoid the road, we walked down into the River Woodlands. It would have been a good plan if it hadn't rained all night. The mosquitos were hungry, and apparently I taste good. Just when we hit the worst of the hungry buggies, the phone rings. It's George at the garage. I'm quoted $280 for a front brake job including new rotors. I ask him to just turn them and the price comes down to $230. I'm not a rich poor college student, so I have him turn the rotors. No warranty since it's not what they recommended. We finally get home and I put ichy cream on my dozen bug bites. We hang out until 2:30p and my dad gives me a ride to pick up the car. I ask George how long the rotors will be good for, he said just a few months, for the summer. When I get home I ask my dad about how long brakes should last, he said 40000 miles. I haven't even put that many miles on the car and this is my second brake job! He said I should look at how think the rotors are to tell how worn they are from the turning. They look to be an inch thick, if I'm looking at the right thing. Sunday morning and the air is nice and cool. Around 8:30a I loaded Dizzy into the car and we headed to the canal. We parked by Joe's lobster market. First we headed east, on the dirt road, out to the mouth of the canal. I hadn't been down there before and I was all happy to see a little beach. I wasn't happy to see a 'no dogs' sign. I debated paying the $50 fee to give Dizzy a chance to wade (he doesn't swim). We skipped the swim, and thus the fee, and walked back to the parking lot. My camera batteries died, so I dropped it off at the car before we walked around the marina. Around the marina and over to the paved canal path. The parking area was fairly full. I stopped and filled Dizzy's water pouch so he could have a drink. He's afraid of water fountains, so it's not an easy thing to do. After he gulped down some water, we headed down the path. We didn't go far, Dizzy likes to stop. Often. We made it to the first corner around the power plant pier and turned around. Walking back through the now overflowing parking lot, it appeared someone was setting up a snack stand. A picnic table had apples, bananas and water bottles all laid out. We walked back around the marina. Walking out onto one of the piers Dizzy panicked and turned around for shore. I guess he doesn't like them either. Back to the car and Dizzy into the back seat. I think he was pretty tired. It was 11am and I'm sure the tourists were coming. A leisurely drive through Sandwich and home we went. After lunch I fell asleep. I stayed that way for quite awhile. I don't know why, but I can only guess I haven't slept well at night. So now that I'm watching the American Chopper Marathon and haven't touched my homework, I think the weekend has been a wash. I guess I should go wish dad happy father's day....

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June 19, 2004

Capris for me!

I suppose if I trimmed my hair, by about a foot, this would be more accurate. I don't own a bikini, never mind a black one. As for that smirk, that's not me either. I'm more 'get the fuck away from me', then 'tra-la-la skipping on the sand'. Then again, the choices they gave me weren't all that great. If I had actually left my name, I'm sure I'd be burried in email, so much so virtual shovels would be needed. So to keep me looking all soft and cuddly, minus the bikini, I'm off to eat left over pizza, and maybe make a fresh one. Carbs are this fat chicks friend.

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June 17, 2004

Shock and ahw... with soap!

This morning I thought I'd get the brakes done on the car. I think the sound of metal grinding against metal is a sure sign this needs to be done. Well apparently no one will just fix your car anymore. They insist on doing an 'evaluation' and charging you for it. Now I know for a fact, that all they have to do is put it up on a lift, bring over the lightbulb on a cord, and look. Pretty simple, nothing hard. Apparently, they think the general car driving public needs to be protected from their own common sense. So when I asked for my brakes to be fixed, it turned into drama central. Sears only has one mechanic to do brakes, and by 10am he was all backed up. Even if I wanted Sears to do the work, I couldn't make an appointment and come back later. They work first come, first serve. You not there, you're out of luck. And the repair writer stated it would take all day. It takes 45 minutes for a well trained and practiced mechanic, try again pal. So off to Midas and Mienike where I heard similar songs and dances, but Mienike offered to make an appointment for me, thus saving the whole waiting in line thing. Why can't I just say "fix this" and have it done? Doesn't anyone want to make money off of my poor driving skills? When did this happen? I was frustrated, and out of gas. I decided to go home. But first I stopped at the shop that does my oil changes. They do brakes too, but I also know they don't have a huge staff. The manager (at least I think he is) asked me if I could drop it off Saturday morning at 7:30am. Not a problem, I can walk home and leave the car all day. They are nice people, by the way, and I have yet to have a problem. Barebones operation, and that's probably why they don't get all backed up with work. After that I stopped at Roche Bros. I admit, I was skeptical. Turns out, I was pleasantly pleased. The store is a more manageable size. Seemed like only half the size of a Stop & Rob. The focus seemed to be on food. I didn't notice and H&BA, or books & DVD's. The bakery, deli, and prepared foods all looked and smelled wonderful. Oh sure, it's all the same food, but with much less stress. Friendly checkouts, and lots of smiley people at the door offering to help you take your purchase to the car. Sweet. And the ads run the same cycle as Shaws. Home and munched on toasted bread and ice cream. Then I headed out again for a visit with Milen. I think I kept him away from work longer then I was suppose to. But it's always good to take a break, so there. We walked to Pizza Wave. Milen had a slice of cheese pizza, I had an 8 piece buffalo wing plate. OK, little over cooked. Pizza looked limp, but that's just me. Around two we parted company. I came back home to finish up my paper and print it out. Dashed off to school. Even with the multiple construction zones I was still early. Some of my classmates discussed the paper and I realized I had done my math completely wrong. Well, if nothing else it will offer a high entertainment value for the instructor to grade. This just proves freshmen should not take senior level courses. After class I stopped at Dunkins for a Dunchachino and put in my Shakira CD. Perfect driving. Route 18 out of Bridgewater to 495 is so much less stress then 104 to 24. Got all those directions? Well good. Study them, there's a quiz next week. I came home to find my brother washing dishes! Oh my freakn god! Still my pounding heart! He said he wanted clean bowls to eat his cereal in. He seemed to just keep going. That's ok. No really, that's OK! Now I'm ready for bed. Some of us have to work tomorrow. Not fair, I know, but I have to finance my exciting and glamourous lifestyle somehow (and prostitution isn't legal).

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June 16, 2004

NECN you are wrong!

Your 'feature' you call "TV Blog" is incorrect and a deceiving use of the word "blog". A "blog" is a web log, not a talking head on the TV for 60 seconds. You should call your feature 'public commentary' since that is what it truly is. As someone that writes a blog (for no political reason whatsoever) I'm highly offended by you bastardizing what I love so much, and making blogs seem trivial to those not on the net. Here's your notice. Change your ways, you obvious idiots.

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Geographical note

Here are some directions for refering to Cape Cod: 1.) When speaking or writing of Cape Cod in relation to a non-geographical object, refer to it as being on Cape Cod. i.e. I live on Cape Cod. Or Seafood Sam's is on Cape Cod. 2.) When refering to the cape in relationship to other geographic points, then the correct usage is in, i.e.: Cape Cod is in Massachusetts. Or Cape Cod is in the Atlantic Ocean. Now go forth and sound smarter.

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Updated fun

Firefox - The Browser, Reloaded
New version of FireFox is out. Beware extensions, not all install right. Plus side is that there is a 'safe mode' for when things go bad. The new default theme is looking all XP-like. Soon, the whole world will look like one giant cartoon.

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Climbing the corporate ladder

If you do a MSN Search for "walmart falmouth" you will find me in 8th place. What does this say about me? Well, I have an addiction to Walmart, and am not afraid to admit it. Further more, I'm like free advertising for Sam and Co.. Do you think they'll offer me some kind of discount? Frequent shopper card? How about just giving me 'cuts' in line on Saturdays? That would all be worth it. Just to let you know, this is all very ironic. My dad worked for almost 30 years at Kmart before they squeezed him out. Granted he doesn't work for a big corporate giant anymore, but just the fact that I learned no loyalty what-so-ever to Kmart after being practically raised in the store is ironic.

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Thank you thank you

To the fellas at work who installed the AC units. Yeah, you rock!

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Soggies

My personal weather forecast for today:    humidity: 98%
   high temp: 75F shade, 83F sun
   stink factor: 80%
   deodorant effectiveness: 50%
   AC level: 60%
   sunglasses factor: 70%
   general crankiness outlook: Today will start with low levels of quiet crankiness, with increasing levels through 2pm. Once sugar levels match relative stink factors, crankiness will decline throughout the afternoon, into the evening, when AC levels increase.

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June 15, 2004

Return of the tree frogs

Many, many years ago, in a few shrubs around the pond, we had a thriving community of tree frogs. The sound of the chirping could be deafening on an early summer night. It was a comforting, soothing sound. Kind of like white noise from mother nature. In one of my dad's incomplete attempts to spruce up the look of the pond, he cut down all the low shrubs around the pond. The tree frog habitat was no more. It's been quiet for many, many years. I'm not sure how many, but it was many many. The sound of drugged up neighbors and speeding cars have filled the heavy summer night air. It's been almost depressing. Then, like a sign from a higher power, the sound of tree frogs could be heard. They were not around our pond. So where was the sound echoing across the gardens from? Another neighbor had built a pond and stocked it with some of our extra mix breed goldfish. Their pond and shrubbery is now host to the tree frogs. Hopefully the population will flourish and spread. I love the sounds of tree frogs.

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That panting feeling

Almost two days without a blog entry. Well, GOOD! It's about time I keep my mouth shut. Seriously, after my weekend homework breakdown, I went and cancelled my Management class today. It hadn't even started yet, but I had paid for it. I asked the business office to apply that tuition towards fall, since I had added a class (for a total of three). The women in the office sorta all looked at each other and went "umm....". I don't know why they go out of their way to be unfriendly. Finally someone agreed to do as I asked, but they acted like it would be some kind of torture. For a school that just paid millions for a new computer system, you think this would be simple. I also notified the financial aid office to change my VA certification. The total available time left won't change, just when I get the moola. I added Entrepreneurial Finance to the fall schedule, so I will be having back to back late nights this fall. Jury is out on if this is a good thing. I'm finally learning payroll at work. A year of waiting, but now I have stuff to keep my busy at the beginning of the week, and the stuff I have been doing on Monday and Tuesday can be pushed back to later in the week. Today's weather turned muggy and I've been trying to find a new name to describe it. Hazy, hot and humid just seems so over used. I was thinking of something like 'instysweat', since you instantly sweat, no deodorant can save you. Another name could be 'lotsabath' because with out a lot of bathing, the stink could be overwhelming. I found out today that the dogs will be in camp until August 1. This gives me great stress. Just when I will have to be working on my hardest project of my summer class, the house will be full of people. And dogs. Good thing passing this summer class isn't as big of an issue now. Let me explain.... I'm attending BSC for the summer. If I don't transfer the credits back to 4C's, they'll never know I was there. So my low to failing grade won't appear on my transcript, and I still will have time to take a third class in the spring to fulfill graduation requirements. So I really should relax with this summer class. Failing is an option! I'm off to sweat in a different chair. Maybe with a fan. And a tall cold glass of water. Or milk. Yeah, that sounds good.

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June 13, 2004

raging debate

I spent a huge chunk of my weekend working on cost accounting homework. I've emailed the prof, but I'm seriously thinking of quitting school all together. What's the point? I'm not expected to do great things with my life. I'm expected to be an under achiever of mediocrity. A dismal failure in the game of life. All my big dreams are topics of laughter at family dinners. I'm ridiculed for my choices, and discouraged from being anything bigger then a nat. Yes, I want to live up to everyones expectations, so quitting school will fit right into the master plan. Already I have to either take an F at BSC (attending the class or not, that appears to be what my grade will be) or drop Management at 4C's this summer. Gee, either one I have the potential to suck at. It's sad to think a person can attend a weekend conference and end up a real estate sales person making money with in a few weeks, or they can attend years of college and take a job as a social worker trying to save lost children, but get paid like less then horse shit. This all brings me back to my question: Why the hell am I torturing myself?

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Vacation from summer camp

Doggie summer camp is wearing on my nerves. Mom absolutely gushes over how well all the dogs are getting along. Of course she's happy, they aren't grecko roman wrestling in her living room. Dizzy will stay upstairs and wait for Spooky to come up for play. They play in my livingroom, better yet, overflow to my bedroom. When Spooky is tired, he goes downstairs to sleep. Mom only sees the sleepy Spooky and the sleepy Jade, not the wrestling Spooky or the mean ugly bitch Jade. Before we had even walked this morning, dad let Spooky upstairs. Nevermind that Dizzy hasn't eaten breakfast, or taken care of business. Nevermind I'd like some quiet quality time with just Dizzy. Nope, my livingroom is now the activity center for Doggy Summer Camp. Can you feel my pain? I've now barricaded myself into my bedroom. I can hear them in the livingroom, something has even been knocked over with a thud. I don't dare go out. I figure I'm good until lunchtime. By then, hunger should fortify me enough to push them all outside with a bucket of water. Now that sounds like summer camp!

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June 12, 2004

loopy

All the dogs are driving me crazy....

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Batch one

I made scrambled eggs for breakfast. Added in cottage cheese, oregano, and basil. It was good. I also whipped up a batch of strawberry ice cream in my remanufactured Cuisinart. It's setting up in the freezer and should be ready after lunch. For lunch I want to make some pizza, but I don't think I have enough flour. This would require either a trip downstairs to steal from M&D or a trip to the stupermarket. Ahhh....big box stores. The problem is, the new Roche Bros opened in town yesterday. Not only is it a market, it has the added bonus of being something of an attraction for fellow shoppers. Of course if you don't find what you want/need/like at RB's, you'll be heading to Stop & Rob. You'll be there along with everyone else not wanting to shop at RB's, but wanting to be in town. If you don't like either of these stupermarkets, you can always try you luck at the Star Market. First, you'll have to attempt to find a parking spot at Mashpee Commons. It was purposely designed with little parking, in case you were wondering. If you can get into the Star Market, you may not find what you want/need/like. See, the store is small, not rating the 'stuper' name. I've seen Dunkin Donuts bigger then this place. So will I be going out for flour today so I can make pizza? Maybe I'll just walk downstairs and steal some from M&D. Better to do it soon, I have an afternoon of accounting homework to do.

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June 11, 2004

Did I mention?

I had a recent 'brush' with a VIP. OK, that's not really true, but I did get a surprise earlier this week. Remember last month when I commented about the Kardio Knockout show? Sure you do, I was complaining about the terrible cinematography. I enjoy a good step aerobics class just as much as the next girl, but when you change steps and don't call them, I'm not happy. Of course being unable to stay in step to the beat of the music doesn't help me either, but I digress... So the comment pops up in a google search somewhere on the first page. I'm surprised. Apparently so is Ed Blomeley, the executive producer to the show. He left me a nice response to my comment explaining that next season will be filmed more participation friendly. Good! Feet will be shown! I'm excited! So should I ask Ed if I can come down for a day as a 'guest' participant? I could show the home audience how to trip, loose step, and be totally unsupported in the booby department. Also.... My motorcycle jacket and helmet came through UPS yesterday. It was the strangest on-line shopping experience I've had. I placed the order on Memorial Day (night) and didn't hear anything for two days, so I called them. They confirmed they had my order and stated an email would be sent later that day. Over 24 hours later I get an email confirming they received my order. I know that already, I called you. Remember? Then Friday I get an email stating my order has been processed and I will get another email with the tracking number. I never got another email. Just suddenly yesterday I look out the window and see a box on the deck. That must have been why the pooches were speaking earlier. I'm happy with my purchase. All that shopping around in stores really paid off. The jacket and helmet are both a perfect fit. Thank goodness someone realized girls have boobies! Now I need to clear up my problem of "lack of motorcycle". Ahh, never leave your brother to finish a project. Speaking of brother's and projects..... I was going to make ice cream yesterday in my factory reconditioned Cuisinart electric ice cream maker from RI J.L.. I had everything but the milk. Why did I have no milk? The brother drank it all!!! Do you think he could replace it? Nope. I guess I'll have to (yet again) go food shopping. Not that I really need an excuse to wander the isles of any large box store....

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Fan clubbing

Class last night left me in the dust. I'm lost. Paper due Thursday. I guess there is no fun for me this weekend. On the plus side, I discovered the less stressful way to actually get to the campus. I also found a Dunkins that is open until 10pm so I can recharge myself on the drive home. How many more weeks? Oh, eight too many. This morning I had an audience for my tuna fish making lessons. Three sets of beady eyes watching ever single move I made. Once I finished the lesson, there were cookie bits for all. Yes, the dogs are a lot. They tend to follow people around the house, and often it is me. Dizzy is still feeling out of sorts, but I took special care to ensure he ate dinner last night, and breakfast this morning. Hopefully he'll calm down and nap today. After all, mom is home with the campers today. I'm at work today looking at some payroll things and helping out the Lithuanian students in getting to the right places for work. The girls today spoke very good english. Sometimes the students come in and don't have a good handle on the language, and that becomes a problem. I may relax tonight before my homework weekend plans. Stay tuned...

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June 10, 2004

Three dog night

The cousins have arrived. Spook and Jade are here, fresh off a red-eye flight. Jade is an ugly bitch. Spook is happy go lucky. Diezel is very confused and unconfident. The cousins drink a lot of water. Spook ate Diezel's untouched breakfast while Jade stood guard. Dizzy looked at me for help. Dizzy has never lived full-time with other dogs. I guess I shouldn't be surprised that he's not to asertive in defending his space, toys or food. I guess he'll learn to eat on a schedule while the cousins are here for summer camp.

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June 09, 2004

Compliance

Just a quick Grrr.... (my new category) I can't stand websites that 'require' IE to run. The BSC blackboard will only run it IE. The page won't even load up in FireFox. I'm sure this is no fault of FireFox since it is more complient to the wC3 standards. It just irks me so much when a 'web site developer' caters to a piece of software that is so open to problems. Case in point, my mom and IE.... her computer was so infested with spyware yesterday that she had to have my brother play exterminator. The Google home page wouldn't even load up without DLL errors popping up from a spyware glitch. I just like to think that 'smart people don't use IE', but no one else seems to be thinking the same.

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Straight to the hips

Yesterday was a shopping afternoon with Milen. Thank goodness we didn't spend long in Walmart, it was just too nice of a day out! First stop was the jewelry Factory Outlet in Yarmouth. Milen picked up presents for his mom. We then got on the highway and drove to Wareham Walmart. Shopped. I picked up a dog food bowl and a leash for Spook. He arrives tomorrow from the west coast. We were going to play some mini-golf, but none of the courses had their waterfalls turned on. Why pay full price when you only get half the experience. A side trip to Onset brought us to Mark Anthony's restaurant. Awesome food. It's much more then pizza. It's actually a hell of a lot more then pizza. But I ordered a pizza with sicilian crust. It was so good, I think I gained a few pounds (the scale this AM confirmed it). After eating we walked the pier. From Onset we drove to Buzzards Bay (downtown) and stopped for an ice cream. I had a banana sundae and Milen had a candy twist in a waffle cone. Feeling overly stuffed, we drove to Sandwich and walked along the canal for a while. It helped settle the food, but nothing could stop its mad dash to my hips. After all this I finally made it home at 8:30pm. Dizzy was very happy to see me. We took a walk and then I went to bed. This morning Dizzy wakes me up at 5am. What could possibly going on at 5am?? Well, nothing, and I guess that's why he woke me up. We headed out for a walk and just as we are about to finish I spied a coyote across the street with something hanging out of it's mouth. Quick Dizzy, get the coyote! Nope, he's looking up the trees for squirrels and racoons. I think Dizzy may have been a coyote in a past life since he would hunt the same food sources. I now must tubbie and head off to work. The sooner I get there, the sooner I can open the windows. The place is so stuffy and my 'office' is a south east facing wall of windows. Sure, it's ideal as a greenhouse, but as an 'office', it's an oven.

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June 08, 2004

jumping up, and up, and up!!

Someone at BSC helped me get logged into blackboard so I could check my homework questions. I was right!!! Yippy, Yippy, Yippy!!! Thank you, thank you BSC computer guy, whoever you were.

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June 07, 2004

Never to young to start

Single boys in CA have such a hard time finding a good mate, their families start hunting for arranged marriage match-ups real early. I guess it's a good thing this branch in the family tree is moving closer to the trunk. I mean, really, he isn't even out of diapers yet!

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Missing in Ones & Zero's

I haven't been able to log into BSC website so I called the help desk. A very out of wind individual tried to look me up in the database. I don't appear to be a student!! Funny, I'm on the attendance sheet and I have a letter from the registrars office dated back in April.... Hmmmm. He did take my name and number and will try to solve my problem. Holding my breath I am not.

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And then he sneezed

Somewhere in the house is a mechanical thingy whining... My day started way too early to be sociable. At the stoke of midnight, Dizzy decided that chasing racoons up a tree would be best accompanied by loud barking. Like the sight of an 80+lbs. dog scaling a six foot chain link fence wasn't enough to scare them. I had to go outside and drag his ass in the house, and close the door, effectively locking him in for the night. It took a while to get back to sleep. The morning routine was uneventful. I picked up some email from long lost friends. I'm now trying to remember where I left off in my life story so as not to repeat myself. I think I shall have to refer to my own blog archives to see what I've been up to. Dizzy's walk had us greeting Anne, who sympathized with pitbull allergies. Yes, Jackie and Dizzy have both been snotty and sneezing. Blow that nose? I think not! Work in the AM was steady and busy. Just when I finished up, more appeared. Nice. At lunch I stepped out and opened a bank account at Rockland Trust. It's not for heavy duty banking, more of funneling funds to my other financial institutions. Everything was free. And if it's free, it's for me. Go ahead, call me a cheap skate. (Sorry Milen, but Citizen's wasn't free.) This afternoon I was finally shown how to do part of payroll. It's taken a year. I'll be glad to take this over, since I do need something to fill up my work week. While we worked and chatted about J-Ho, I looked out the window and spied one of the most shocking displays ever to hit Pleasant Street. A guy had stepped out of a black car with NY license plates and was peeing on the side of the road! Oh, he wasn't trying to greatly hide it, he was perpendicular to the street, on the opposite side of the road, right in the line of sight to my window. And he really had to go. He kept going and going. So much so, we took the time to wave to him. I think he may have been intoxicated because he didn't seem too steady on his feet when walking back to his car. He was the passenger, so I wasn't too worried about having to inform the cops. After work and I've already walked Dizzy. There is a smell of gas outside, so there must be an engine running somewhere. Could the grass be getting a trim? Doubtful. I still haven't been able to log into the BSC website successfully to check my homework. I may have to call their helpdesk tomorrow if I still haven't gotten in. I also heard from FMU today. There online program looks good so far. I still have much time to think about it, heck a whole year in fact! It's just looking like a better option to Skidmore, or the non-option of Suffolk. Tonight I plan to fall asleep reading my case study for Cost Accounting. Nothing like a little light reading.

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June 06, 2004

Rebound Queen

J-Ho has hit the rag sheets again. This girl is a freak! She dated Sean Puffy P. Diddy Combs for a while, then married Chris Judd on the rebound. All was happy in her freaky world for 2.5 days. She left him after Ben Affleck busted into her restaurant opening to give her some flowers. All she needed was a bouquet of flowers to leave the man she married???? What a cheap ho! Though it does beg the question "what was Chris not giving her that flowers could win her heart?". Hmnmmm.... but why relive history? So Bennifer was the rag sheet staple for a while. Videos were made, bad music cd's were peddled, and movies bombed. Ah love makes people do stupid things. And Bennifer, from all indications, was true love. Just look at all the stupid things they did while together. Case closed! But the 'media' was too pressing. Bennifer collapsed under the weight. Actually, with all that sweet goodness, I think they melted under all those camera flash bulbs. Someone call a janitor, there is a puddle here. Word from the rags is that J-Ho married Mark Anthony. Ah, rebounding again to marriage. This time she didn't mess around, she cashed in a BOGO offer. She not only married on the rebound, but broke up Anthony's marriage to a beauty queen. He dumped a beauty queen for a ho? Wow, gives all those working girls in the red light district some hope. How long will J-Ho's life be like yummy cotton candy? My guess is that the feeling is already gone. Mark is obviously a pro at divorce (Dominican Republic all the way!) so once the paparazzi capture the fact that J-Ho is amazon height taller then he is, another vacation will be scheduled. This could be good, looking at the J-Ho track record. By the end of the year she should be in a long term lovely dovely relationship with enough momentum to keep the rags going for a year or so. Vegas bookies start your engines... we already know Mark Anthony will be out of the picture by then. Heck, he'll probably marry the beauty queen again for, what, the third time?

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Blimmy!

I think I got it! After 3 hours (I allotted four) of reading and cramming information to my brain, I think I understand my cost accounting homework. Supposedly the answers are posted on the website, but I have to wait 24 hours for my account login to activate. So tomorrow night I'll check my answers against the online answers and see if I guessed correctly. It's so sad that a whole semester of Managerial accounting is covered in just one chapter of Cost accounting. Let the boat rocking begin. What will I be doing the rest of the day? Reading ahead. Even if I don't completely understand, just knowing what words to expect should help. And besides, it's shitty weather out. Not like I have any reason to play hooky from homework.

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Change in the air

I'm sure I'll get just as much flack for this as my other 'crack pot' ideas.... I'm going to stop dreaming of DizzyLand, my indoor mini-golf destination. Sad but true. The fact that my family couldn't even support my dream should be clue number one that it was never going to fly. I think it would have been a blast. I'll most likely still use the concept for my Business Plan class in the fall semester, but I won't be looking at the angle of making it really work for me. I'm pretty sad about it. As for school, I don't think I'm going to move on to a bachelors degree. I don't think it's realistically in the cards for me. I have no patience for studying, reading books, or listening to boring lectures. I'm a moving person. Which is sort of ironic considering I'm trying to finish an accounting degree and accountants never move. So what will I do after I graduate? I haven't the slightest clue. I've thought about getting into real estate, but the problem of seed money comes into play. I think it would be cool to design and build single occupancy apartments. How many people would love to live on their own but can't? Yeah, me too. If I had the option to live in an apartment by myself I'd jump at the chance. Even if it were just down the street, the true independence would be nice. I'd like to make this dream come true for others. Ahh,,, dreams. I'm so full of them. Now I have to go squash them all. Homework & studying beckon to me.

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June 05, 2004

Nah-nah-ne-nah-nah

I saw Harry Potter last night. I was the point person, arriving over an hour early to purchase tickets for everyone. Dennis and Aurther held a place in line for accessing the theater. The movie it'self was awesome. The special effects don't look "special", they blend right into the scenes. The heavily shown preview scene is where Hermione hits Malfoy. Even though I think everyone has seen the scene on TV, it still earned a loud cheer from the audience. Do go see. If you haven't read the book you won't notice what's missing. If you read the book, you may wonder how the next movie will work. I think some essencial plot points were left out that will be needed in the future. So read the book first, I think. Go see it!

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June 04, 2004

Check it out

Did you see Trever & Sarah's wedding picture? Go check it out. They promise more, but are living in wedded bilss (so it could be a while).

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Jesse, where do you find these things?

Apathy, well I can say your lucky, in some ways.
You see Apathy is no emotion, basically you
don't care. But that does not make you a bad
person. Some of my friends are apathetic and I
love them, but it wouldn't hurt to care a
little more. Trust me life hurts, most people
who are apathetic do it cause they were hurt.
But don't worry, life is pain, its also
pleasure. Good luck. (please vote)


What Emotion Dominates you?
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I will survive (I hope)

So, it was the first class last night. I was in a panic until the instructor said "managerial accounting is considered to be baby cost accounting". Phew! I sort of stand a chance. It's a lot of reading though, and that may just be my downfall. The instructor is hard. She's a firm believer that college grades are over inflated and she must be a crusader against it. So, as she continued to speak, a C is average. She hardly gives out A's. So I'm shooting for a C in a class I would normally shoot for an A. Backwards. And I doubt I'll ever be really sleepy in class. She has the voice of Lisa Simpson at 180 decibels. Yikes! I actually had to cover my ears at one point her voice seemed to be screeching in my ears. She also had a tendency to touch my book (I picked the bad seat) when needing a manufacturing example. After she pawed my book a few times, leaving black fingerprints on a few pages, I moved the book away from that side of the desk. The campus is huge and confusing. I learned after class I can park anywhere after 4pm. I'm all over that. Especially with the rain we're sure to get all summer. A nice girl in class told me how she chose the school just because it was big and pretty. She really liked the choice, until it snowed. Seriously, 4C's can fit into the commuter parking lot at BSC. Glad I'm not transferring. Oh, and my class? It's a senior level course. Good one.

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June 03, 2004

Packed and ready

It's the first day of the summer BSC semester for me. I'm nervous since I have no idea where I'm going. Sure, I can get to the school, and park in the right lot. But then what? I'm clueless. I've built in lots of "wandering lost" into my departure time. In fact, it will be shortly. I'm bringing my big backpack. You never know exactly what to bring on the first day, so it's a safe bet to just bring EVERYTHING. Oh, and I took the car in for an oil change. I'm going to call Midas tomorrow and see about getting my brakes checked. They just don't stop like they use to. Maybe I should get the exhaust checked too... hmm.. Also I stopped by Walmart's Falmouth branch. The expansion looks amazing. Huge inside, but still being renovated. Since they keep moving things around, the 'you are here' map is made out of magnets with the department names on them. Kind of funny was watching one associate show another where their department was. "It wasn't here yesterday" he said to her. Probably true. And it may not be there tomorrow either. Selection is looking up, including more foodige selections. Why the only cappucino flavor is French Vanilla I don't understand. I was successfull in finding a few more shirts. The way I go through shirts in the summer is pittiful. I'm going to clean up before I commute to school. Wish me luck!

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June 02, 2004

Real cost of the newspaper

Quick: Travel to your local Shaws/Star Market and pick up some miniture rose bushes. They are small (thus the name) and are 5 for $10 through tomorrow. The crazy woman that delivers the paper (Cape Cod Times) drives a small marron Toyota type car. She carreens around the neighborhood between 5:30am and 6am. She is prone to driving fast, and on the wrong side of the road. A few weeks ago she almost hit me and Dizzy as she entered the neighborhood at about 45 mph, and using the left exit lane to make her enterance. This morning she was doing the same thing, but we had already headed down Chatham Rd. As we continued to walk, almost home, Dizzy had paused in front of the white trash house. He was in the grass, I was on the side of the road, and I could hear crazy paper lady rolling down the street behind me. She must have been very focused on driving because as she came up to where we were (admittedly, we were behind a bush on a small corner) she slams on the brakes, skidding the tires, squeeling sounds echoed off the trees. She quickly hit the gas again, and as she passed us way to closely, I could see her laughing!! I am tempted to call the newspaper and complain. I don't have these sort of run ins with the Globe delivery driver. I didn't have problems with the guy that use to deliver the Times. This woman in the maroon colored foreign car is probably an independent contractor with no ability to get fired. I suppose as long as she gets the paper into the driveway or box by the appropriate time, the Cape Cod Times is happy and won't likely fire her. She should at least get a speeding ticket. Not a warning, but an actual ticket. The surcharges on her insurance would serve as a continuing reminder that a residential neighborhood is not a place to practice Nascar driving techniques.

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June 01, 2004

Justified shopping

So with all the shopping research that has been going on, you'll have to understand my excitement in finding a riding jacket that actually fits. Thrilled is an understatement. To find a designer that understands women have boobies and that room is needed under the jacket just makes me giggle with glee. So with this knowledge, combined with sale prices, I was off to the races. I love internet shopping. Price hunting, knowing if an item is in stock. Just being generally psyched. So I found deals. Bargains. Steals. Ahhhh, plastic heaven. And since I found both good deals at the same store, shipping was free. Yeah, fuck the Mass Use Tax!!! So combined I spent $227. I thought this was an awesome deal. The brother is not so pleased. No, he thinks I should wait to find a bike that runs... like a jacket and helmet only go with a certain bike. Um, no. A jacket and helmet go with me, not a bike. And it's summer. I need to be ready for anything.

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Eye candy

Lots of pics from yesterday's round at Skull Island It should be noted it was the slowest round we've played to date. So slow, I was able to gain a sunburn. Yeah!!

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