It's been a rough past coupla days( does it show? Methinks so!) Can only get better, right? Right??  

Remember, 80's version....

~ short skirts that buttoned up the back, with big buttons of(usually) white?
~ rifling through stacks of albums at Check It Out records in Brockton?
~ having a choice between leaded and unleaded gasoline?
~ logging a bazillion phone hours, due to the fact that there was no email or IM?
~ stretching the cord of said phone to it's utmost limits as you shut yourself in the bathroom to have a private convo?
~ studded bracelets and skinny ties?
~ skinny, space age like sunglasses?
~ cable in it's infancy?
~ the indian test pattern on the television when a station went off the air for the night?( does any station do that anymore?)
~ shirts/tops that had the plunging V in the back?( went great with the button up the back skirt)
~ when wearing white tennis shoes was considered faggy?
~ Barracudas?

 

From a Tree's Eye View

The main beach at Sebago. 

Here is a shot of the lagoon area . More good swimming, with a few cottages along the shoreline. You can see in the distance( if you squint-sorry!) a pretty wooden footbridge. On the other side of that is where I took the previous pic of Edward, where the water was extremely clean and clear. The area also afforded me a great place to do my early morning walk, nice and quiet, just me and the ducks.
 

Do you wish you had one??(It's ok, you can fess up; it's just you and me, no-one else will know)

Was talking to a guy at work today about..stuff, and I said, "Hey, remember that song called Detachable Penis?!" and whaddaya know, he did! But being that he's pretty cool and shares my musical tastes, I wasn't surprised.
Anyhoo, here are the lyrics from the 1992 classic-enjoy!!

Artist: King MissileSong: Detatchable Penis
Lyrics :I woke up this morning with a bad hangoverAnd my penis was missing again.This happens all the time.It's detachable.
[background singing begins: "detachable penis" over and over]
This comes in handy a lot of the time.I can leave it home, when I think it's gonna get me in trouble,or I can rent it out, when I don't need it.But now and then I go to a party, get drunk,and the next morning I can't for the life of meremember what I did with it.First I looked around my apartment, and I couldn't find it.So I called up the place where the party was,they hadn't seen it either.I asked them to check the medicine cabinet'cause for some reason I leave it there sometimesBut not this time.So I told them if it pops up to let me know.I called a few people who were at the party,but they were no help either.I was starting to get desperate.I really don't like being without my penis for too long.It makes me feel like less of a man,and I really hate having to sit down every time I take a leak.After a few hours of searching the house,and calling everyone I could think of,I was starting to get very depressed,so I went to the Kiev, and ate breakfast.Then, as I walked down Second Avenue towards St. Mark's Place,where all those people sell used books and other junk on the street,I saw my penis lying on a blanketnext to a broken toaster oven.Some guy was selling it.I had to buy it off him.He wanted twenty-two bucks, but I talked him down to seventeen.I took it home, washed it off,and put it back on. I was happy again. Complete.People sometimes tell me I should get it permanently attached,but I don't know.Even though sometimes it's a pain in the ass,I like having a detachable penis.
[background voices continue to sing "detachable penis" fora while, then out]

Playing with Picassa. 

Our All-Inclusive Resort Home at Point Sebago.(all inclusive meaning that sheets, towels and kitchen ware were included) It was a weeeeeee bit cramped, but hey, it is 'camping', yes? 2 bedrooms, a/c, and for those who love the feeling of sand,pine needles and dirt underneath their digits, all linoleum flooring. Seriously though, I LOVED it! We were a short slightly hilly walk from the beach and General Store( so I got to workout daily, yay!), and man, it was quiet , thanks in part to the lights out at 11 p.m. rule. AND, there was a fire pit located to the left of that tree, which was very cool, as we all love to sit by the fire and just chill.
Go here- www.pointsebago.com to learn more. I highly recommend it! 

Christine walking along the main beach at Point Sebago, first day. I love this shot. 

Edward at Lake Sebago,on our first day, sitting at one of the best places to swim at Point Sebago resort. The water at this spot is so clear and clean, and when you go out to the buoy line, so refreshingly cold! I didn't think that I could love lake water almost as much as ocean water, but... Lake Sebago is right behind the Atlantic for me! 

 

 

Why Does it Seem like Fat Matt is Always...

having to 'face reporters' over a Big Dig malfunction(remember the gushing wates from 2004?), or this latest, and tragic one whereas an innocent woman lost her life, and now her husband is without the love of his? Because Fat Matt is an incompetent , self-serving, egotistical, unqualified boob!!! Read here http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://media.mnginteractive.com/media/paper101/amorello111804.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.berkshireeagle.com/Stories/0,1413,101~7514~2542270,00.html&h=262&w=250&sz=68&hl=en&start=20&tbnid=oinuIqQA8KEbiM:&tbnh=107&tbnw=102&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dmatt%2Bamorello%26svnum%3D10%26hl%3Den%26lr%3D%26sa%3DN for one report on it.
For more, try archiving Howie Carr's articles on Fat Matt and the mess that is the Big Swig. Listen to what Christy Mihos has to say; believe me, what you hear will shock you(or will it? Didn't we all really have it in the back of our heads that something like this would God Forbid happen??). Try listening to WRKO or 96.9 FM for opinions different from those that you'll find in the Globe, or through 30 second sound bites on the local news, because it's the talk radio format that gets both sides out( yes, both sides! Despite talk radio's right leanings, you will find a balance sorely missing in the lamestream media), and gives the listener invaluable insight, as well as an opportunity to voice their opinions.
Fat Matt has to go!! I mean, Mon Deux, he continued to assert the fact that he thinks the tunnels are safe during his press conference yesterday!! HUH????? Oh, okay, I guess he ascertains their safety due to the fact that the entire I-90 tunel didn't come crashing down, just the 200 ft. section that did. Try explaining that to the grieving husband, face to face, Fat Matt. And did you catch Matt trying desperately to explain what the tie backs are, and how they work, and why they malfunctioned?? It was embarrassing, to say the least; here's the head of the Pike Authority, a supposed expert at what he does, and he can't even coherently explain what a flippin' tie back is!!
The best footage from yesterday was where the cameras caught Romney vigorously chewing out Fat Matt while walking along the accident sight; it was beautiful!!! I just pray that Romney finally finds the balls needed to get rid of this abomination known as Amorello, and those who are in cahoots with him. And to those that claim that Romney's precense yesterday was just politcal grandstanding? Please. Yes, he's going to run for Prez, and no, I am not happy with his performance as of late, but I do believe that he is a decent, true human being that was doing what was expected of him by being there yesterday, and that he truly gives a damn about finally cleaning house and making our commutes the safest they can be. Besides, for all of the Romney/Republican haters out there, they would have bitched if he had stayed away, and bitched when he didn't.
God, it's just so damn sad that it took a human life to get to this point.

another great article- http://business.bostonherald.com/businessNews/view.bg?articleid=147942

Not that I'm anything close to being a huge soccer fan...

or that I have been following Italian soccer for eons, but hey...
http://sports.yahoo.com/sow
anyone but France is fine by me!!
Congrats, Italy!!!!

p.s. and after watching the World Cup here and there, and this last game, I gotta say- I have nothing but admiration and newfound appreciation for the sport, and the players. What a kick- ass game!

I haven't had a cigarette in 2200 days (that's 6 years and 9 days). I have NOT wasted $14303.45 on the damn disgusting things.
Do I friiggin' rock, or what????