Saturday, October 22, 2005

and the gas price wars continue....

here in the always lovely and wonderful town of Whitman. Diamond Fuels( you know the one!) as of today has gas at $2.35 a gallon, Stoppies has it at $2.39(that's with your Stoppies card), Cumby's has it at $2.39, and of course the Mobil station on the corner of Temple and Bedford has their gas priced at least .10 a gallon more than anyone else. Gee, wonder why the Mobil is always dead, hmmm?? And it seems that Diamond Fuels is always the first to lower their prices.
So there ya have it.
Want cheap gas?
Then come to Whitman, duh!
And say Hi to me while you're here!( why not?)

Hey, Tom!

Remember when we were talking the other day about Roger(fatboydumbhead) Clemens, and I said that he always seems to come done with some mysterious malady whenever he finds himself in a jam?
Well, according to an article in tonight's EmptyPrise, he has been suffering off and on from an aggravated groin(not exact words, but you get the drift).
Hmmm, wonder if that groin aggravation will act up tonight? Will be interesting to find out, if the game doesn't happen to go Roger's and the Astros way.
Have a great weekend, and hey, work all my Edy's for me tomorrow, okay? hahaha

An oldie but goodie

I am no fan of Linda Ronstadt, but I am smart enough to acknowledge a good voice when I hear it, and a great song. And,the guitar in this song is so damn cool!

You're No Good
Lyrics for Album:
The Very Best of Linda Ronstadt
Feeling better
now that we're through
Feeling better 'cause I'm over you
I learned my lesson, it left a scar
Now I see how you really are
You're no good
You're no good
You're no good
Baby you're no good
I'm gonna say it again
You're no good
You're no good
You're no good
Baby you're no good
I broke a heart
that's gentle and true
Well I broke a heart over someone like you
I'll beg his forgiveness on bended knee
I wouldn't blame him if he said to me
You're no good
You're no good
You're no good
Baby you're no good
I'm gonna say it again
You're no good
You're no good
You're no good
Baby you're no good
I'm telling you now baby
and I'm going my way
Forget about you baby 'cause I'm leaving to stay
You're no good
You're no good
You're no good
Baby you're no good
I'm gonna say it again
You're no good
You're no good

Thursday, October 20, 2005

Christine(grade 5), Edward(grade 8) and Robert(grade11), circa.2005. Posted by Picasa

Monday, October 17, 2005

In order to get...

some seriously bad Wayne Newton lyrics out of my head, (can you say Echo Valley 26809??), I have googled just a few of my all time fave lines from some of my all time fave songs:

up against your will
through the thick and thin
he will wait until
you give yourself, to him' - Echo and the Bunnymen from Killing Moon

'Show me, show me, show me
how you do that trick
the one that makes me scream, she said
the one that makes me laugh, she said
and through her arms, around my head.' - The Cure from Just Like Heaven

'Have you come here for forgiveness? Have you come to raise the dead? Have you come here to play Jesus? To the lepers in your head ' - U2 from One

'Do you feel in me, anything redeeming,Any worthwhile feeling Is life like a tightrope? hanging on my ceiling.' U2 from Shadows and Tall Trees

'Seasons change with the scenery Weaving time in a tapestry Won’t you stop and remember me' - The Bangles by way of Paul Simon from Hazy Shade of Winter

'I don't care if it hurts I want to have control I want a perfect body I want a perfect soul I want you to notice when I'm not around You're so fucking special I wish I was special ' - Radiohead from Creep

'Two dozen other dirty lovers Must be a sucker for it Cry cry but I don't need my mother Just hold my hand while I come to a decision on it.' - The English Beat from Save It for Later

'She looks like the Sunday comics She thinks she's Brenda Starr Her nose job is real atomic All she needs is an old knife scar Yeah, she's so dull, come on rip her to shreds She's so dull, come on rip her to shreds' - Blondie from Rip Her to Shreds

'I give but I don't get I will but I won't yet I lose but I don't bet I'm your dog but not your pet' - Blondie from I Know but I Don't Know

There. That has successfully expelled Wayne-O from my head!

In the words of the inimitable Wayne Newton...Danke Schoen!! to everyone who was asking if I'm okay,
if I've totally gone dark,
if all will be alright..
...and to answer you..
yes, I am,
no, I haven't, and
yes, it all will be.
So again, Danke Schoen!!!

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Saturday, October 15, 2005


Gas can be had at Diamond Fuels on South Ave in Whitman for....

$2.49 a gallon!!!

There is a small wait in line, but worth it, dontcha think?
To expound on an earlier post, I guess that sometimes, good things do and must, for some reason we are never meant to fully comprehend, come to an end.
Does that mean that maybe they weren't really all that good at all?
~ No,I mean, if it was a good thing/experience, then there it is. But, maybe, underlying it all, it perhaps wasn't as good as one thought all along? Maybe there were things there that were portents of the downfall to come that we somehow, through the roses, missed?
Regardless of the above, and the questions that the original question could spawn, endings just suck. Period.
But one cannot stay too long in the pool of pity, or they may miss the next (possibly?)good thing to come along; for isn't gaining and losing and loving and not liking and caring and indifference ...and just experiencing, isn't that what makes a life ... alive?
Yes, and I am done with this now- I have to be.
Meilleur Ami.

Friday, October 14, 2005

Ok, so the scenery that I beheld in New Hampshire wasn't exactly as colourful as the picture below, the sun did manage to make an appearance for a few hours, and that in and of itself outdid any colours that the trees could have offered up! I mean, after how many days now of rain, the sun was a most welcoming sight!
If you are ever in the New Durham, New Hampshire area( New Durham is located between Farmington and Alton, off of Rt. 11), here is a very cool place to visit:
You will want to visit the Powder Mill Fish Hatchery, which sits beautifully along MerryMeeting Lake, probably one of the cleanest lakes that I have ever seen. The fish hatchery is just that; a place where they raise trout, so as to stock the local waterways every spring. There is no admission price, and there are plenty of fish for the eyes to take in, from babies all the way up to granddaddy-looking rainbows, whose colours yesterday were magnificent! I mean, really pretty fish, and the biggest looked like it must have weighed a good 20 pounds!( I am no expert on fish, so allow me a little license with the poundage, please!) The fish reside in about 15 runs, and though as I said, admission is free, there is a well-worn, albeit completely functional fish food dispenser(looks like a bubblegum machine) where for a quarter, you can receive a handful of fish food so that you can feed the trouts. (all proceeds go towards the upkeep of the hatchery) It is a blast to throw a few pieces of food into the water, and watch the smaller fish go batty for it, while the largest of the rainbows tend to go slower, but jostle no less fiercely for the food. One of the grandaddy's actually crested out of the water just like a dolphin would; it was very cool! Once you have had your fill of feeding and watching the fish, take a walk round the small hatchery grounds, and then cross the street to gaze at the lake. A good spot for this is at the boat launch area( a fave swimming area of mine during my 3 year stint up there).
Lodgings in the area are fairly low priced( $70.- for the night really isn't that bad), and you are only a short, scenic ride away from Alton Bay and Lake Winnepesauke, and about an hour away from the White Mountains.

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

This an example of what I should be seeing when I get to New Hampshire later today. The foliage hasn't completely peaked as of yet, due to the wacky summer weather we've had, but I have read that the trees are alive with colour, nonetheless. Cool! Posted by Picasa

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA- It was a beautiful sight to behold, seeing the stupid Yankees lose, and reinforcing that indisputable fact that....Yes, the Yankees still suck!!
Thank you, Angels!
They have been playing like we were last year- it feels like it's THE year for the White Sox, and really, if I can't have my Sox win, then I would love to see Chicago win their first since 1917. So, GO WHITE SOX!!
And, 'NAH nah nah nah, Nah nah nah nah Hey, hey hey, GOODBYE', Yankees! Posted by Picasa

Here is Christine and her classmate Matt with Keith Lockhart of the Boston Pops! How cool! This pic was in the Whitman Express- she was so excited! Posted by Picasa

Monday, October 10, 2005

and being that it is the kind of rainy, cold, autumnal day that I love, I decided to grab the umbrella, and go for a walk round the park. As I wended my way over the tree lined dirt path at a brisk clip, I let my mind wander to what it is that is making me in as shitty a mood as I am, and I could feel the tenseness, the agitation churning from within. And I became angrier still, but this time at myself. I mean, here I was, out in what is for me wonderful surroundings, and I was allowing my anger and hurt and everything else to cast a dark stain over it all. And I walked on with what I knew to be a scowl on my face( what a lovely sight that must have been!), came to that part of the park that houses the pond, walked round it twice, wallowing in my shittiness, and on my third quick- paced pass, I stopped. Dead in my tracks, just stopped, standing there still as a stone, save for my eyes that were taking in the whole of the water, intently watching the ripples that the raindrops were making, watching the upstart gusts of wind create mini white cap -like waves upon the water's surface, just watching. And listening to absolutely nothing. And breathing in the cool fall air deeply in deliberate, deep measured breaths. And there I stayed for what seemed a long time, but really was only a matter of about 15 minutes or so, and I felt my anger and hurt and disappointment and all else negative housed deep and near the surface within me dissipate, like the fog that eventually burns off after morning's time. God, I felt better; no resolution had been reached, as I was alone, but I guess a solitary resolution was more important for that tick of time. I bent my head a bit, adjusted my umbrella, and walked on, much more slowly now,intending to take the path to the right that would take me home , but instead followed the dirt to the left, crossed the street, and did a turn through the graveyard, stopping only to let my fingers rest on that mossy patch on that old stone wall, feeling it's soft, squishy, comforting wetness, and allowing myself to let go of more. And being that I was thoroughly soaked now, as my umbrella is a pretty lame model, I sat on that favourite wall of mine in that favourite part of that favourite cemetery, and with the rain of an October 10th not uncomfortably seeping into my every pore, I wondered why it was that water has such a calming affect. Not so much the rain itself, but bodies of water; no matter if it is the grandeur of the Atlantic, the mystery of a large lake that you know you'll only barely get to know, or my small pond in my beautiful park, something about water is quite magical in it's ability to heal. To make clear the confusion. I don't need to even touch the water to reap what it offers up. I guess my brief sojourn by the pond helped to empty out the most poisonous blackness that resides in the hole that is created in my heart whenever pain is felt, sadness experienced, or intense anger known. I picture that hole as being deep and cavernous in it's blackness, and it initially fills fast, which is I suppose, to be expected. But if left unchecked, it roils and seethes until it erupts sporadically, and unfortunately, my wrath hath no precise path. It is an ugly thing to behold, the eruptions of whatever it is that is hurting randomly attacking, causing more and more of what is not necessary nor deserved, until I can no longer stand myself , and that's when I know that if I cannot confront the arbiter of the news that caused the pain, then I must find a way to exorcise it, in another form. I may not always know what exorcism will work; it's not as if I consciously say to myself, "Off to the pond for a session!", but for some reason, today it was what was needed, and it worked. I still have stuff to work out and work on, and the hurt is still there, but that blinding anger that I had allowed to grip me like a cold, hard vise had now condensed into so many droplets that glided from sky to hair, and fell harmlessly to the ground about my feet.

It's rainy...

and cold
and the sky is is speckled here and there with flashes of bright orange and red
and fading green
and the air has that certain
that only
early autumn,
can provide
and I
have no
particular place
that I need,
to be.
Chrissie 10.10.05

Saturday, October 08, 2005

It's a Tears for Fears kinda evening..

so here are a few selections form various songs that, oh, just fit so perfectly. Yes, I am angry, among a host of other things, and so what? Don't tell me I'm not entitled to feel what I'm feeling, that's it's not all about me, because damnit, right now it is, so just fucking deal with that, ok?!?

~ 'and when you've taken down your guard,
if I could change your mind,
I'd really love to break your heart.' from Shout

~ 'what has happened to,
the friend that I once, knew
has he gone away?' from Change

You know how John Lennon dabbled with Primal Scream Therapy? I have my own; it's called 'Belt Out a Relevant Song Over and Over till Your Throat Hurts' therapy. Works for the moment. Repeat as Needed.

Friday, October 07, 2005

Stupid Red Sox.

Beautiful. Posted by Picasa


~ I love birch trees. Something about their understated stateliness and their stark uniqueness is so pleasing to the eye.
~ Architecturally, a good looking house with a red door is very striking.

~ In the realm of matters pertaining to the heart, is it possible to feel empty yet somewhat like a cup about to overflow its brim, all at the same time?
~ In less that 24 hours, I will finally be on vacation( or as the Euros say, holiday)...YAAAAHOOOO!!!
~ It feels good to be appreciated.
~ Why are we humans so afraid to just say how we feel? I mean, provided that what we want to say is good, then could the consequence really be so bad?

Thursday, October 06, 2005

Middleboro Mailbox- what a cool picture...
Hi, Jerry, and thanks for the pic! Posted by Picasa

Boomer's taking the blame, but it's not all of his fault.(can you say Graffanino(sp)???) Unfortunately, I can hear Rosie tuning up, and I would rather singe my eyelashes off than have to even hear, never mind look at her, so Come On, Sox,
DO SOMETHING, WILL YA, like oh,I dunno,
WIN??? Posted by Picasa

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

Did you know...

the origin of the word shit? It is actually an acronym meaning Ship High In Transit.
It's true! ( or so they say- and you know how they are) The following is from About.Com-

Subject: Fabulous bit of historical knowledge
Ever wonder where the word "shit" comes from. Well here it is:
Certain types of manure used to be transported (as everything was back then) by ship. In dry form it weighs a lot less, but once water (at sea) hit it. It not only became heavier, but the process of fermentation began again, of which a by-product is methane gas.
As the stuff was stored below decks in bundles you can see what could (and did) happen; methane began to build up below decks and the first time someone came below at night with a lantern. BOOOOM!
Several ships were destroyed in this manner before it was discovered what was happening.
After that, the bundles of manure where always stamped with the term "S.H.I.T" on them which meant to the sailors to "Ship High In Transit." In other words, high enough off the lower decks so that any water that came into the hold would not touch this volatile cargo and start the production of methane.
Bet you didn't know that one.
Here I always thought it was a golf term.

I bring this up because there is a septic company in Medway, Massachusetts that has the slogan 'Shit Happens' on the side of their truck, and some townspeople are upset about it; they find it offensive, mainly because the company is located near an elementary school. And they feel that they don't need children being exposed to 'that word'. I think that the parent/parents who called atention to this are wrong(it's all over the news). Why? It's not as if the slogan reads, F*(*ing Shit Happens, or G&&%^Damn Shit Happens.." it's a slogan( and a good one, at that!) that pertains to the business. And the local police have determined that as far as they know, it is not illegal. And how many kids really noticed the truck and it's seemingly offensive slogan before these do-gooders with too much time on their hands announced to all of Ma. that this truck with the 's' word was around? Now, of course, everyone will take notice of the truck, whereas before, perhaps it wasn't an issue, because it wasn't foisted on the public as one? If the septic company is within the law, then let this be. And to the people that originally complained? Lighten up!

Not only did Matt not have his stuff yesterday...I honestly think he was having an intense Planet Manny moment, and just simply...wasn't there, in body or spirit. He has not been anywhere near good lately, to be sure, but yesterday's game was..painful. Very painful.
BUT, it ain't over till Rosie O'Doughnut sings, so
Gooooo Sox !
Keep the Faith!!
and WIN, damnit! Posted by Picasa

Saturday, October 01, 2005


'cause the phone,
don't ring
and it's silent
like never before and
I thought I was comfortable,
with that
but I'm not.
a different chapter,
natural, progression
or was I just trying
to talk myself
into the oblique,
'cause I miss,
the way
it was
and is it
just in, another
and you are,
enough to feel
in the distance,
surreal and
you are
am I losing,
Chrissie 10.01.05