Monday ~ma, JZ.

I do have a vox account, Cindy, but I haven't done anything with it. I spent my summers in Maine, based in Boothbay Harbor (where my cousins lived) with annual side camping trips to Union and York/Ogunquit, and day trips to Camden, Vinalhaven, and wherever else we had family. My parents managed to make us think eating at the Goldenrod was a real treat. I remember playing skee ball non-stop one summer because there were too many jellyfish to make swimming much fun.

My parents managed to make us think eating at the Goldenrod was a real treat.

We would take day trips to Ogunquit, as well. I've never been at York when they've had the jelly fish problem. This summer, my cousin spotted some, but we never did. There was a SHARK there, though. Where did you camp when you were in the York/Ogunquit area?

JZ, please keep your intestines on the inside. Yes, there would be a nice Halloween-esque effect if they came bursting through, but it would be terribly inconvenient if they did.

Went to wedding, danced like a crazy thing to "Push It" and Pet Shop Boys' "Go West" and had a great time.

Nora, all this is making me think of is Tom telling the story about the wedding you went to where he went to bed and you kept partying like a rock star and then came in and woke him up -- it was his imitation of intoxicated!you that just cracked me up.

IO(heat)N, my e-mail to the apartment management company yielded a nice e-mail back, saying Er, we apologize for you freezing your BALLS off all weekend, and your apartment complex's manager will follow up with you via phone today.

Which she did, first thing this morning. And she was also extremely apologetic, and said that they ordinarily turn the heat on in mid-October, and they actually have special professional boiler-turner-on-ers come and do it, just so they can be sure that nothing will blow up. When it got cold early, they decided to wait and see if it warmed back up before the professional dudes came. And when I said "I *wish* it had warmed back up," the manager was all apologetic yet again, and said that the professional dudes are coming tomorrow (!), BUT that she's asking one of the maintenance men to turn on the boiler in my building today.

Which irked me, because that means that the maintenance guy (who lives literally next door to me in my building) could have gone down and turned on the heat on Saturday. But I didn't know that. I should have been more forceful in my phone message yesterday.

Anyway, the manager really has always been awesome -- I've lived there for 6 years now and have NEVER had a problem like this before -- so I'm just going to say bygones on this one.

But my apartment had better be warm when I get home, or I'ma have to choke a bitch.

I remember begging to eat there.

I have a cousin who is about 10 years younger than his siblings. One year, on the way back to Maine, he stopped with his parents at a roadside fruit/veg stand in New Hampshire. They all got out of the camper, thumped the melons, etc., and his parents loaded back in again. They didn't realize that Jon wasn't in the camper until they got to York, yelled to the back, "Hey, Jon! The Goldenrod burned down!" in the hope of tweaking him. It was only when they got no reaction to this that they realized they'd left him at the vegetable stand. The vegetable stand owners had waited an hour or two, then called the police, but seven-year old Jon was serene, annoucing, "They do stuff like this all the time, they'll be back."

Where did you camp when you were in the York/Ogunquit area?

Hmm, I can't remember for sure, but I think it was Burnette's.

Nora, all this is making me think of is Tom telling the story about the wedding you went to where he went to bed and you kept partying like a rock star and then came in and woke him up -- it was his imitation of intoxicated!you that just cracked me up.

You may or may not be surprised to hear that that story was told again this weekend...

I was pretty low key for this wedding though- I kept to beer (there were several yummy kinds to choose from) and started altenating with bottles of water pretty early on, and danced a lot of booze right out of me. Yay! I also blew off the afterparty, which had I gone, would have certainly resulted in a similar story for the ages...

The left side of my face has de-numb-ified enough so that I can cautiously eat soup without too much fear that I will obliviously chomp on the inside of my mouth. So, you know, yay.

I did make reservations for 4 nights camping in Key West for Thanksgiving. Campground with a marina for the boat. I don't feel like dealing with extended family so I'm camping for Thanksgiving this year. Sugarloaf Key if anyone wants to join me.

SO JEALOUS! GF and I really want to get back to the Keys...

Test~ma to DJ.

{{{JZ}}}

Eff Mondays.

Went to wedding, danced like a crazy thing to "Push It" and Pet Shop Boys' "Go West" and had a great time.

Glad to hear it was a fun time as anticipated.

Yesterday we went to the homebrew store and got fixins for a porter.

Hooray, beer!!!

Sorry to hear about the oral surgery, though.

Timelies, all!

I have a cousin who is about 10 years younger than his siblings. One year, on the way back to Maine, he stopped with his parents at a roadside fruit/veg stand in New Hampshire. They all got out of the camper, thumped the melons, etc., and his parents loaded back in again. They didn't realize that Jon wasn't in the camper until they got to York, yelled to the back, "Hey, Jon! The Goldenrod burned down!" in the hope of tweaking him. It was only when they got no reaction to this that they realized they'd left him at the vegetable stand. The vegetable stand owners had waited an hour or two, then called the police, but seven-year old Jon was serene, annoucing, "They do stuff like this all the time, they'll be back."

Heh. My kids would have flipped their lids. That story sort of rings a bell. My memory is so sharp on some stuff, and practically missing in action where other stuff is concerned though, and I'm never sure when I've got the right stuff.

Hmm, I can't remember for sure, but I think it was Burnette's.

If Burnette's is where I think it is, it's about a block back from the beach.

The left side of my face has de-numb-ified enough so that I can cautiously eat soup without too much fear that I will obliviously chomp on the inside of my mouth. So, you know, yay.

Oh, poor baby. I'm glad it's denumbifying, though.

Jealous. I love the Keys. I used to go fishing there with daddy before I got older, and apparently less interesting than I was.

Hmm, this was a dumb post.