Oy, happy belated anniversary, I could kvell...

I forgot to wish myself a happy anniversary. I've been writing insignificant nonsense on this blog for 2 years now. Well, 2 years and 1 months. I'd like to thank all of my readers. Yes, all 5 of you. Without you and your comments, I would not have found the strength and courage to go on. Bless you all!

L'shanah tovah

NY 'tude

Last weekend we stayed with M's parents in York, ME. We had stayed in the same house last fall. It's beautiful, right on the ocean, and the weather was perfect. We ate some lovely lobster dinners and all that cliche Maine stuff.
One evening we were at the bar at a very crowded restaurant waiting for our table. I was hungry and irritated. We were halfway through the hour wait when a small and balding man shoved me out of my place. M saw this and told me to stand my ground, so I slipped my foot back to where I was originally standing in an attempt to regain my spot. And of course the small and balding (S&B) man stepped on my flip flopped foot. It hurt and I said, rather sarcastically, "that was my foot, but that's cool".
S&B:"well why was your foot under my foot?
Me: "I don't know, maybe because I was standing here first"
S&B: "are you from New York?"
Seriously. And I turned all red, which sucked cause I really wanted to jab him back, but I just wasn't quick enough.
Fucker was also from NY, so said his wife next to him who looked like she was used to apologizing for him in public places.

You down with DMV

On July 28th I spent 45 minutes waiting in line at the DMV with my passport, MO driver's license, and my state farm card. Mr. DMV told me that I needed a utility bill and would have to come back.
On September 5th I spent 1 hour and 6 minutes waiting in line at the DMV with my passport, MO driver's license, and my Comcast bill. Ms. DMV told me that a Comcast bill was not a utility bill.
I hate NH.

overdrawn and underloved

small town hair

Last week on a road trip, I developed a new hobby- collecting bad hair salon names. Then I started to wonder, have I ever seen a good hair salon name? Now, I don't mind salons named after people (Cuts by Courtney) or places (York Hair Design), but most of them aren't named after people or places. No, they are named after bad puns and figures of speech, and they are my new obsession. Here's what I've collected this week:

Cut to the Chase
Just Doo
Mane Tamers
Hair, etc
My Skizzors
Hair Sense
Razor Sharp
Man Style (* my personal favorite)
Positive Directions
Clippin' Point
Shearing Shed
Shear Visions
Shear Reflections
New Reflections
Bladz & Co.

What are some crappy hair salon names in your town?



picture from: www.brickshelf.com

Woody Allen, not so funny

I'm updating at the request of SW, my old neighbor who has moved far far away. I miss you SW. There's a little somethin' somethin' in the mail for you.
So here I am, one month later and loving the mouth of the port. It's so quaint. Everything is so nauseatingly quaint, but in a good way. I've been exploring with my new bike. I love my bike. Today I rode to Maine, cause it's 5 minutes away, and I was thinking to myself, "I'm riding my bike in Maine. How cool am I?" Not very, since I still don't know how to correctly shift my gears.
This past week was hot. Not just hot, but hot hot. It was I-don't-have-an-air- conditioner-so-I'm-going-to-see-a-bad-Woody-Allen-movie-cause-it's the-only-thing playing hot! Movie theaters are so wonderful when it's unbearably hot outside. I even needed a sweater. And it rained while we were in there, so when we came out, it was no longer hot.
What made the hot week a little hotter was that I spent it working on an organic farm. I picked fruits, vegetables, used a hoe, cleaned a barn filled with rat feces, swept a green house, and cleaned the bed of a truck, just to name a few of the highlights. Oh, and I got to sell stuff that I picked at a farmers market. It was a lot of fun, despite the skin melting heat.