Another Dorin gets hitched

So the Dorin boys are going fast, I've got the last one I think. A while ago during my blog hiatus we went to New Mexico to watch Hope and Mike get married after like 10 years or something of living together. It was a fun wedding, but the holy man behind them was a nutball. He turned the wedding into Sunday Mass and only really remembered that there was a wedding going on at the very end when he advised them to have a jesus threesome and to kiss. And he really wanted to put the word "obey" into Hope's vows.





The bride was gorgeous and all swooney and crap.

Prepare yourself for the next shot. No she didn't pole dance or anything, but she also didn't have a purse.



well that's all for the wedding. There were some characters there. Hope's uncle tried to pick a fight with me over my shawl, Apparently when you are inebriated and barely coherent, you might think anything is coyote... and then feel VERY strongly when you are told that it is not. I think he tried to throw down with the best man too. We all need a crazy uncle.

My baby sure looks good in a beard

Day 2 (I skipped Day 1)

Because Day 1 without Will went something like Wake up, go to work, be at work, come home, fall asleep on couch during Law & Order SVU. So I've moved onto day 2 without Will here as he has gone to live it up in the Vegas with his brothers for a bachelor party. So it took a bit of psyching myself up for, but I actually took the bus system by myself today. I went into Harvard Square to shop for yarn and $90 dollars and only 3 balls of yarn to show for it, I headed over to a shoe store where I hooked myself up with a pair of pink wellies and some Mary Jane style chucks (which have given my blisters already) but whatever. It was then onto the Boston Tea Stop where I happily handed over a few breen backs for 4 bubble tea beverages and then luck was on my side. I got back to the bus stop and my bus was there idling. This would never happen normally, It's more like you end up waiting longer for the bus than the actual bus ride. I get home and think, the day is not done yet, it's sunny and in the 70's, so I put Akira the dog on his leash and head over to the dog friendly video store, where I picked up plenty of scary movies for the evening and Akira the dog got a crunchy treat from the store manager. I've had a nice independent day without William, but I am bored and haven't had a proper diner since he left. He better come home soon so he can make me a sandwich!

Okay, so I said that I would comment on the weirdness and hypocrisies of Hingham at lunch time. And I went out everyday to find them, but it was fruitless.

But today, I went out to Panera to partake in their new pea and asparagus soup and frosty green tea beverage. Since Mass. finally got out of the 40's and into the 70's overnight, I thought I would treat myself to icy goodness. But the straw... my god the straw the man chose for me is purple. He looked up at me and said "you look like a purple." I HATE purple, I hate every shade of purple, anyone who knows me knows that. I dispise dealing with anything purple. It compliments the green colour of the drink... but still, my beverage enjoyment is tainted, it's like... it's like he sneezed on my food before giving it to me. I didn't say anything when he handed my contaminated drink over to me because I thought it was sweet that someone put even a modicum of thought into what colour to choose to suit me... but PURPLE? Geez.

My debt is now paid

So after 5 months, I finally got my hands on an XBox 360. I know this is 5 months past the "Whoa, you got an XBox? That is F-ing awesome" stage. It was meant as a Christmas present for Will, 5 months later, but he was deep into World of Warcraft. So imagine my suprise when he came home and says, "I was thinking about getting an XBox tonight" I say "You can't just go out there and get one... can you? You told me you didn't need it yet" and he replies "I'm burnt out on WoW" Music to my ears.

So into the car we go, and off to the suburbs, pick one up just like that, take it home, plug it in, and find out that the drive is bad. So this journey was repeated the next day. Drive home from work in traffic, get Will, Drive all the way back out to the town I work in through traffic, get XBox, eat come home in traffic.

What ever, now my debt to his XMas gift has been payed, and I'm off to play Tomb Raider.

Ciao

Rand-Rand

Hey Randy, you found me!

This is a shout out to my old pal Randy. He is the best friend of my ex-bf and became pretty much became my best friend during and after this relationship tanked (a year over due). Well Randy, blew me off for a poker game instead of seeing me off before my great move to Boston. Shame on you Randy. I think of you often and of the hours I would watch you play video games, and that time we spent 3 weeks hunting down the Fight Club sound track, only to find it in the mall in Manassas. Good times buddy, good times.

Drop me an email sometime doll, and I'll try to remember to do the same.

The Lunchtime Break

The comunity where I work is an odd one, and usually I see or experience something noteworthy everyday if I go out for lunch. So my thought is that I should begin to write them down. Why not right? They may not be very interesting but it's just a bit of the flavor that is Hingham MA. A very rich community that is intermingled with the not so weathly working class. I always sympathise with the working class, so when I see some rich house wife trying to make their life less about kids and housework and the fact that dear hubbie is diddling the secretary, I take notice. 

To explain yesterdays debacle at the local ForEyes will be an entirely different post, but one worth noting. 

But for this afternoon, my first post in ode to the lunchtime break will be about faux mother earth worshippers.

I'm leaving Whole Foods (because god forbid the uppercrusties build a normal grocery store,) with my mango smoothie in hand as a nod to the new spring feel in the air, I see a mother earther. She's got her hemp type woven bag over her shoulders, and her earthy flowing skirt and all the frills. But the thing that makes her special in my mind, is the fact that she's driving a big ol' mini van. You can't care about the earth and destroy it at the same time. So shame on you miss thang. Buy yourself a hybrid and then your earthen bag and flowing skirt will mean more than just you trying to appear caring and carefree. 

The DMV, a Fairy Tale

To anyone on the planet Earth who has ever had to deal with the DMV, you will know our pain. A few months ago I noted on this blog about how crappy the Mass DMV/RMV is. After 4 visits and a week and a half I did get registered to own and operate my vehicle. William however, lacking his car title due to an extreme fuckup on the part of his bank where he had his loan, chose to believe in the system, and woe be to any man who tries this again. According to the DMV you can request another title. So starting in Mid June William filled out the appropriate paperwork and sent it in with his self addressed and stamped envelope. 6 weeks later his application was sent back to him.

Again he filled it our, got the signature from his ex-girlfriend, who after a long afternoon 6 months earlier was actually no longer on the title... Strange no? Well months and months go by with out a peep from the DMV or his title. Even his ex-girlfriend tried to help us out when she visited Virginia again to see her family. She was told that she was no longer on the title and therefore could not obtain the title... What? Okay, so Will gets from his Ex a new title number and fills out another form and another check and another self addressed and stamped envelope and sends it in. And a few weeks later one of his envelopes returns to us with a title inside. A dead title. We thought about using it anyway and getting him registered so that he could at least get his parking permit and retire the visitor pass he's been using for the past 6 months. We thought against it. I remembered in a cold sweat all the little things the Mass DMV turned me away for, and I could only imaging the tears that this would cause us.

But all was not lost, one Virginia DMV operator when to work in the morning set out to accomplish something no others would. He was new I'm sure, his sole was not yet crushed under the weight of long lines and angry waiters. The title was on it's way.

We retrieved the mail one day to see an old 37 cent stamp in our post box. It was the envelope with William's title. We wept and laughed and danced in joy...



But something was amiss...



Although someone at the DMV had the good intention to send us the title, they would not even seal the envelope. We even sent a self sealing envelope! The amount of effort that would have been used to pull off the protective paper was less than the effort put forth in placing the title into the envelope.



What is this!? We cried. Our very precious piece of paper was placed carelessly into an unsealed envelope and was at the mercy of our postal system. I mean no offense to our postal system that has seen hard times since the development of the internet and email. But lets get real here. Our envelope was not even postmarked. What ever we thought.



We had the title and by some strange bit of fate it arrived into our welcoming house unharmed. Where it will sit around for 3 more months before we get off our asses and decide that the time is right to approach the Mass RMV, which will be a whole new adventure fraught with tears, blood and probably a lot of alcohol.

Our Dear Dear Cambridge Friends

Let me take this time to introduce to you our first and only true friends here in Cambridge. Wendy and Tony, They moved around the same time we did. Tony is here to study at MIT after he graduated from my fathers alma mater RPI (they can use their secret hand shakes together later) and after ending his stint in the military.

Wendy also just finished her duty for the military after having spent 2 years in Okinawa. She is also a Doctor and a liberal. This usually makes for hours of enjoyment when all three of us get together and make fun of Tony, our token Republican and a political minority here in the New England/Massachusettes area.



Wendy is doing her best impression of ANY scary Japanese movie.



Tony voted for Bush, and by the look on his face I think he regrets it.

Buck Buck Bukah

There are many wonderful things here in Cambridge, but among them, this here is my favorite.



Granted as a vegetarian I will never partake in the wonderousness of Fresh Killed and what they have to offer me, but the sign would draw even the most hardened of veg heads and Hippy McFreakingtons any day. What makes this even better yet is that they sell t-shirts and even thong panties with this logo emblazened on them. And yet strangely enough, I do not have a t-shirt yet, oh but I wish upon a star I did.

The Grocery store is not where you go to rest

But apparently this kid here does.




Note his/her soda bottle, the pajama bottoms, You can't see the candy bar gut it was in this kids tights fisted hand. I am just having a hard time understanding this. You're sitting at home all comfy in your jammies, and you thikn to yourself, man I need to kick back and read a magazine... and you head off to the local Shaws. And this is really medicarry of me to say but I was only concerned with whether or not he/she was going to pay for that soda and candy bar, forget the magazine, they are over priced anyway.

A belated Christmas special

I'm a little slow on the uptake, I should have posted images from my trip to Maine for Christmas AGES ago. But due to the overwhelming feeling of not really giving a damn about the birth of "Jesus" I didn't. It's always better to arrive fashionably late, you may miss the best finger food, but you get closer to the time the whole thing is over with. So if you will just bear with me a bit, I will show you the breathtaking breathtakingness of Maine, Our forgotten state.

My mother spends most of her time in Virginia, and the rest of that in Maine where she bought a house from her brother. The good daughter that I am, I chose to spend this years holiday with her. And I didn't take any images of the actual Christmas celebration going down, but I did take images of my family's back yard, where we took our dog for the best walk of his life.




My Grandfather created a Christmas tree farm. That's right, a Christmas tree farm. And during the summers I would work there for my uncle who now owns the business. People, they do not grow in that shape, it takes dedicated people such as myself and the promise of $.60 an hour to wield a machete and sheer them into that shape. Better than therapy. I loved working there, wouldn't do it again, but I loved it.



Lots of trees, acres and rows going on forever.



It was a creepy and foggy day, but here we have the trees. Little seedlings that from what my uncle tells me are really big with the deer population this year.


This is the old Slaughter house. When my grandfather owned a farm it was where they killed the chickens, they now sell you wreaths.



William on our hike. Akira dog is somewhere peeing on something.



This was the end of the world. The boundaries, if you ever get to them are just woods and nothings.



On our way back, we got a little lost in the white and seriously, didn't I already pass that row? Or was it that one? We came across this tower of rocks. We don't really know what it is, even after my other uncle who created it explained it. He's an artist, a painter to be exact, and a damn good one. He does mostly nature. I don't have any money, or enough to afford one of his pieces, but they are sureal and breathtaking. I would however fork over for a large print poster if they make them. He has no website yet. I googled him and here are the top 3 search results.

Alan Bray
alan.bray @manchester.ac.uk. Address. Room 6.6 Department of Physics and Astronomy The University of Manchester Oxford Road Manchester England ...
theory.ph.man.ac.uk/~bray/home.html - 3k - Cached - Similar pages

Knitting Circle Alan Bray
Alan Bray went to Bangor University where he took a joint degree in history and English. ... In 1970 Alan Bray joined the Gay Liberation Front (GLF) . ...
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Bates College | Alan Bray
A painter who studied at the Art Institute of Boston and the University of Southern Maine, Alan Bray received his master's in painting from Villa Schifanoia ...
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I think the last one was him, but alas no images.

That pretty much sums up my trip. So I leave you with this.



Happy holidays. I'm outta here

Day 2 of my week without Will

Day 2 has rolled around and my chef is nowhere to be found. So what does a smart chick like me end up doing? Why go to the grocery store and discover a fast and easy way to make a curry that does not burn my tastebuds off. Enter the "Tastes of the World" isle at Shaws and premade curry.



How did it taste? Not as funny as it looks, but it is a far cry from the "Pujabi Dahba" at Inman Sq. Oh Dabah... I miss your paneer.



Please come home soon. I may starve... or fill the fridge with leftovers. And I need someone to tell me that raw cookie dough is not an entre.

If you have an SUV...

Just don't, think about the rest of us first! What are you doing with an SUV outside of the Yukon? Does it make your trip to the grocery store that much more exciting knowing you have 4 wheel drive? You drive something akin to the size of a New York apartment! Terrorists are not coming after your babies, and your Hummer will NOT do you any good when the apocalypse comes? And forget about blind spots! Hey Steve McQueen, try using your rear view mirror once in a while! They do not make you impervious to winter storms. If memory serves me right, I've only seen your so called "safety vehicles" laying in ditches along the highway. Do you see me in my little Chevy Cavalier waving to you while I CAREFULLY maneuver along the slippery terrain? Seriously folks, I say this out of concern for my own safety, my nerves can't handle knowing that you are out there... driving. And I tire of laying on the horn in order to prevent you from attempting to drive over me simply because you believe it is your right.

So I say to those sad sad soccer moms in their empty marriages who do not work outside the home, I dislike the lot of you. And I will continue waving each and every time I see you in a ditch on the side of the road.

Damn this is good therapy, and to think it is free and doesn't include a prescription.

Praise be my poison womb

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A big sigh of relief in the knowledge that my period has not arrived due only to my disfunctional ovaries. A little know fact about me is that my girlie bits get bored and start day dreaming and therefore forget to do the things that they are supposed to do. Once, they skived for a year and a half. I'll tell you, that was a whole lot of pocket money saved since I didn't have to run out and buy feminine products every month. I can sleep easier also knowing that it really is just fat from too many potato chips that are adding a bit of jiggle to my waist line. Damn chips! If only they didn't taste so good and give me so much comfort.

I think I got pee on me.

First meal alone

So Christmas has come and gone, and so has my baby. He's coming back in a few days, he only went to Colorado to visit his family for a belated Christmas, but still I am alone. So after crying when I dropped him off at Logan, like a big fat sissy, I returned to my home alone and promptly began watching really bad TV, just because I could. Now Will is the cook in this family, and I feared that I would starve until his return, the dog sure as hell isn't going to whip me up a fine feast, but I made my first meal and thanks to the no-meat chicken from MorningStar Farms, a veg-head like me can eat a dish so fine, bet it had you fooled. It can only fool a vegetarian that it isn't real meat.



So behold my meal, my first foray into rice making (I have never made rice that I can remember, I just don't have that gene that everyone else has that allows them to know the perfect balance of rice to water.) After winging it, I made a bowl of slightly dry and not even noticeably burnt basmati. Mmmm, I tucked into that like it was a $50 gourmet meal, then put the rest in a gladware bowl and told myself that it would be lunch for tomorrow. This however to those who know me, know that I don't like to do "leftover" I think it becomes contaminated overnight. I'm not germophobic, I just don't like to eat food that has had time to... ripen. And our dog is a smart dog, he knows the difference between what is meat and what isn't. Maybe I'll keep it around to show Will, that I made a real diner alone that didn't require a microwave.

the Hat in the Cat

Believe it or not, I knitted this in about a day, even though I have the lame hand (see post below). It's a cat hat. Cute, huh? Not so good with the keeping my head warm thing. But I totally rock the Hat in the Cat.

Photo of the day

fall
Originally uploaded by Frankiepancakes.

Fall is here in New England... so is the cold.

it slices, it dices

finger
Originally uploaded by Frankiepancakes.

To those who don't know me, i'm accident prone. To those who do lnow me, hey... i've done it again. A few years ago I split my thumb open trying to slice a bagel, that only got me one stitch. A few weeks ago I decided to wear some kitten heel shoes to work instead of my regular trainers; needless to say I took an ass dive in the warehouse and everyone knew about it the next day. But Wednesday night at work I was cutting proofs (which I will never do again, and kinda cut my finger right up the middle. You'd think the finger nail would have helped to stop it, but the razor went through it like buttah. Apparently I very nearly severed the tip off and needed an x-ray to determine if I hit the bone or not (I guess I came really close,) If I had chosen to look I'm sure I would've seen the bone, and I've always been curious as to what that looks like. So, much blood, 6 glorious stitches and a removed fingernail I went home, but not without a prescription for Duricef for infection and Percocet for pain. I can say that I am happy for the percocet, not so much for the fact that I nearly cut half of my finger tip off. But now it looks like I'm always having a great idea.

Photo of the day

standing
Originally uploaded by Frankiepancakes.

New England is getting colder and wetter by the minute, but no amount of soul crushing grotty weather will keep me from wearing fun kicks, or dressing in bright clashing colours while walking the dog.

Photo of the day

quincy dog
Originally uploaded by Frankiepancakes.

Quincy dog wizzing past us to get our Akira dog. Notice that Akira dog is so much faster and can not register in photographs.

Super snappy

I am now so chic. Look at how fantastic my silhouette looks, really brings out the white in my... outline.

Check out this and other supper snappy fun finds at Pixel Girl. Unfortunatly this hat is now sold out, as is the mocha colour. Too bad. But they have other fantastic things from artists all over. Check out their ipod cases. I was a turn style jumper and got the 4th generation crazy thick & heavy 40 gig ipod, but they only carry cases for 20gig max or I would have bought everything they had. I cry myself to sleep because of this... really.

The sweetness that is our dog

cuddled up with his soccer ball

I can clean my house... really...

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New video from the new Sigur Ros album. And if you are like everyone I know besides my sister, you may not know who these cats are. They are from Iceland and they sing in jibberish, but they make some beautiful music. Found this video for their fourth album and it's about as strange as their lyrics, but they have some of the best looking scandinavian kids, and I don't like kids.



click image to play video (Quicktime)

I guess the blame game is back on

Aside from the fact that I think our government is seriously flawed, I gave a little giggle this morning when I saw the Yahoo news spot about Michael Brown going against the whole "Blame is a moot point, we are not playing the blame game." and we enter the spin cycle. Now with all of the spin not working as we saw through the thin veil and clearly knew who to blame for this dog and pony show. Brown has come out fighting with fingers pointing in all directions.

Former top U.S. disaster official Michael Brown, on the hot seat Tuesday for the botched response to hurricane Katrina, blamed state and local officials for delaying a mandatory evacuation order of New Orleans and said he asked the White House for help.

Many legislators on the special U.S. House of Representatives committee were clearly exasperated with Brown, who has been widely attacked as a political crony with little experience who was given the job because he was a college buddy of Bush's former campaign manager.

"You can try to throw as much as you can on the backs of Louisianians but I'm a witness as to what happened in Mississippi," said Democrat Gene Taylor.

"You folks fell on your face. You get an F-minus in my book," said Taylor.

"The disconnect was people thought there was some federal expertise out there. It wasn't, not from you."

Republican Kay Granger of Texas told Brown: "I don't know how you can sleep at night. You lost the battle."

Republican Christopher Shays of Connecticut said: "I'm happy you left . . . You weren't capable of doing the job."

"We had a non-evacuation. Then what? Give up?"

"That's what I feel you did."

And Republican William Jefferson of Louisiana, said it was "absolutely stunning" Brown was "laying the blame for FEMA's failings" on the governor and mayor, both Democrats.

Next he'll be blaming the citizens of New Orleans for living there in the first place.

What a dick

America's Next Top...(Insert humor here)

So the 50th season of Americ'a Next Top Model (ANTM) premiered last night. 2 Hours of screaming girls who for some reason just go out of their heads crazy happy when they see the Florida Orange that is Jay Manuel. No one should get that excited about Jay... No one! The first hour we are introduced to the 30 something semi finalists who beg and cry to get to the next cut. We see a stream of girls who can't walk teeter around on their heels and say things like "I want to be a Top Model because my mother never loved me (start the waterworks)" and then we see some girls who I think were only there as a cruel joke. One nameless twig replies to Tyra's soul searching question "Why do you want to be a model" with "I want my hair done, I want my nails done, I want my make-up done... I just want to be just like you Tyra." And my favorite was the girl who wanted to save the world and little orphans by giving her contract money to a 3rd world country or some charity because sh'e not all about that superficial stuff, and *snap* Tyra cuts in by pointing out her bling and Prada shoes and then was asked when the last time she donated her time to charity. How does the girl reply? "Forget what I just said." This is all so awesome.

Blah blah blah it's narrowed down to 20, there's a runway show where one girl can't stay upright and another can't figure out whether to walk like a man or a woman and tries to do both (gruesom). blah blah blah narrowed down to 13. There are tears from some of the girls who's hopes and dreams are now dashed, you'd think the only way to become a model is through the almighty alienesque Tyra Banks, try pounding the pavement and going to agencies if you want it that badly. Whatever.

So now there's the thirteen to start us off on this rollercoaster of of model fun. I don't really remember all that much from the second hour after they made their final choices. All I can say is this is going to be the bitchiest and most tear staind season yet. Here's to more episodes of "my life as a top model" with "What ever happened to" Naima, to more tears shed over getting their hair cut, and here's to the new judge Twiggy (who was introduced as the model who drew eyelashes on her face, and they were known as "twiggies".) Long live false hopes and cat fights.

apple pick'n

That's right. We went apple picking this morning. That's pretty much my entire story, we drove to the orchard and within ten minutes we picked a peck of apples and went on our way back to the city to make apple pie. OH! but we got to ride on a tractor up to the trees, that was so worth it.

to all the people i never call

It's not 'cause I hate you or anything. I want everyone who knows me and knows my old phone number (or hasn't thrown it away after I moved to Cambridge to be all metropolitan and cooler than you (see article below). I want you all to know that my old number will be disconnected by October 10. I have a new number now and if you call my old moble, the message service will provide you with my new one (this is of course if I don't call you first to inform you) I may be out promoting my new rocker style (again see article below).

I love all of my friends, and the reason I don't call is because I'm too lazy, or I call when the desired person is at happy hour and is a bit too tipsy to remember I've called and can't talk over the loud country music karaoke.

my very own neighborhoodie

look upon me in jealousy, only I can be the bearer of this fancy hoodie. The fine folks over at neighborhoodies have created for me a one of a kind new piece to my wardrobe that will soon make its way to the floor with the rest of my attire usually does. So the point of the neighborhoodies is to create for you fantastic iron on designs with you own caption or graphics etc. Obviously I'm shilling for my neighborhood, but I'm not so much a rocker as a listener of audio books, but maybe people will think I'm really cool, and really into music. What I will start to do is claim to people that I know superfly up and coming artists (I totally plan to come up with the band names myself, what's the point of being fake if you can't have a laugh at someone elses expense?) So someone will be all" hey, did you hear the new Clap your hands say yeah album?" Then I'll say something pretentious like "Clap you hands is good, but you should hear this group called I hate your band, I can't believe you haven't heard of them." then walk away like I know so much more than they do. And to make this even more disgusting, this whole conversation will take while wearing an ipod nano.

NO MORE SPAM you nasty little spammers

Been getting spam in comment sections of the blogs, not just me but every other blogger out there as well. Leave me AND my blog alone you nasty bastards!

a city underwater

It took a few years and a catastrophy that couldn't be blamed on a terrorist for reporters to start reporting the actual "news", to finally say that our government is not working for us anymore. Plain and simple, and it's not going to be fixed while inept people who have been appointed to positions they are highly unqualified for, are too busy pointing fingers in both directions and saying "he went that-a way" "i'm not playing the blame game" when clearly this is a fault of many people. What the citizens of the United States diserve is for someone to say "yeah, we made a poor judgement call, but we are going to fix it". The President was appointed by us (not myself ofcourse), it was not a birth right, he and everyone that surrounds him and everyone that he places in a place of power; they are supposed to represent us. To him, being President is all about photo-ops, and giving his college buddies high paying jobs, and we the people, are suffering for it.

Clinton was impeached for getting a little somthin-somethin on the side. Bush is responsible for leaving Louisianna in danger and underwater (not to mention a Vietnam style war and those esky gas prices) I say the sooner this man is out of the office, the sooner we can start to rebuild a stronger America, one where we really do come first.

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I am now a registered massachusitonian... massachusiter... massachutian...

Okay, so I don't know what I'm called yet, but I am now registered. I have a license, license plates and a parking decal so I can avoid thoses pesky little tickets. However being registered to drive in Massachusetts now enables me to:
1. honk at you purely on a whim.
2. unlearn how to drive.
3. think of traffic lanes not as guidlines but as an idea someone once had, but is not all that important anymore and can be ignored.
4. vote just like the rest of the state

After a week and a half of experiencing the horror of the registry of motor vehicles (known as the DMV to me in Virginia, just another example of how differenly massachusetts views doing things.) After dealing with the most unhelpful people ever born into this world. Being turned away countless times by sustomer service people just because they perhaps didn't want to do the paperwork. I finally got registered, in their face I say. It was actually possible. Now William has to get it taken care of too and we'll be good to go.

Wash your blues away

This certainly helps, thanks Adbusters!

Well if this isn't the cutest darn tootin think you ever did see

Thank you Jessica and Suzy, I love it! I loved the yarn too, and the yummy smelling potpourri and the book on knitting socks. I know what you are getting for Christmas.

Who's praying for Suge?

Not me, I have no idea who the bloke is, but I hear he got himself shot in a club, you'd think someone would catch onto this and stay home. But here's a crazy cat who is deaply crushed by the news. Check out Jeremy Dorin's sight of morning for a few laughs: The Suge. It's all fun and games in the Dorin family.