19 posts tagged “maine”

I'm going to Maine tomorrow!!!!!*

* Fuck yeah!!

A year ago I was living in Portland, Maine.  Sharing Nathan's bed (in a purely nonsexual way) and his bedroom while working two jobs trying to save up some money to get to Portland, Oregon.

A year and a day ago there was a big-ass storm in Portland, Maine.  I remember it well because I went outside to shovel my car off when Nate left so it would take less time to shovel it off when I went to work.  Then, when I left to go to work this is what my car looked like, after being completely cleared 3 hours prior.

Snoycar

But, what can ya do?  I shoveled it out again then went to work.  I took this picture on my way to work that day ...

Snow

Smart of me, huh?  Take a picture with road conditions that crappy...  Oh well, I was at a stop light (I think.)
What I'm getting at here is that it was fucking snowy.  Really, really snowy.  Last winter was a very snowy winter in Maine from what I remember.  (Or maybe my tolerance level has dropped because it'd been so long since I lived in Maine in the winter.)

Three days ago I had a snow day.  Not the type of snow day where I decide that the roads are too crappy and I don't want to go to work (or I just don't want to go to work and use the roads as an excuse.)  The restaurant I work at was CLOSED.  I didn't have the option to go in if I wanted to.

This is the picture I took on Sunday (the snow day).

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Notice the dark spots on the lawn?  That's grass!!  Which means there's only a 1/2 to an inch of snow. 

Now, I understand that my perspective is different.  Snow and crappy road conditions aren't nearly as common here as they are in Maine combine that with the fact that there are only 2 or 3 plows for the entire city and it makes for fucked up roads with shitty drivers all over them.

But my god, people!!

I  fucking fail.

It's now 2.14p. 

Though I am leaps and bounds further along in my "State income tax is fucking stupid but I've gotta deal with it so I don't get audited" fiasco... I'm still not done.

I did find out that the 3 hours spent on Maine stuff was basically for nothing. 
Exciting.

Maine is more or less done.
Hawaii is completely done
Oregon is about 70% done.

I watched an episode of LOST.  ... And ate McDonalds.

Now I'm gonna go smoke.
I was going to attempt to finish today, but it's not gonna happen. 
I can accept the fact that I'm a failure. 

3 years ago today* I arrived for the first time ever in Portland, Oregon.

I still remember that day sooo well.  Fuck I was scared.

Chris and I got off the train, got a cab to take us to our apartment.  What a shit-hole that was.  Though I didn't realize it until right before we moved out.  Then we showered and headed out to explore the city.  I remember bits of that, what I remember the most was when we got to Pioneer Square.  It was during rush hour and the sidewalks for the max were crammed with people.  I remember thinking I would never be able to function here alone.  Now, three years later, it's become my home of choice.  I didn't have to come back to Portland, I WANTED to come back here.  I've met a great boy whom though I thought things would never pass the point of fuck buddy/pseudo boyfriend, they have and I couldn't be happier.

There are some aspects of my life that I would like to change but over all I'm really happy with the way things are and I kind of feel like I owe Chris a "Thank You" for it.  Without him I don't think I would have ever left Maine.  If he and I never started dating I seriously think I'd still be in Maine, probably barefoot, pregnant and miserable beyond belief. 
I never would have gone to Hawaii, I never would have seen Portland, I never would have driven cross country (alone).  I never would have met the Terrorist, I never would have developed the improved (not yet perfect but definitely improved) sense of self that I have.  It's kind of crazy how one thing can, with enough time, totally effect your whole life.

I miss Chris.  I've been thinking about him a lot lately, not really sure why, but he's been on my mind.  It could be because this whole Portland-versary thing has been coming up, or it just could be because I haven't talked to him (REALLY talked to him) in months.  I'm not really sure what's going on in his life but I know things have been better (at least that's what I gathered the last time we chatted) so I can understand if he's not wanting to talk to people.  But that doesn't mean I don't miss him. 

I don't really know where I'm going with this.  I'm just rambling stuff that's been swimming around my head for the past few days.  Hopefully now it's out it'll stop swimming around my brain. 

* I think it was on the 3rd but I cant really remember... I know it was right around the 3rd.

Today is pizza day.
Little T and I are making pizza today.  Well, that's not entirely correct.  We're making sauce and dough we might be putting it together tomorrow.  All depends on the Terrorist's availability and want of delicious homemade pizza.  (Schedules are a bit crazy this week.)

I haven't made homemade pizza since I was like 9.  My dad and I used to make it together. 
I hope it comes out well.

The question of the day today is about reconnecting with someone (anyone) from your past.  Who and why?  Something like that.

I have NO IDEA. 

BUT...It got me thinking about one of my high-school friends.  Marie.
Marie was fabulous.  She was one of my few girl crushes. 

I found her a year or so ago on myspace and added her.  Since then we've occasionally commented each other but it was more of the initial... "Hey how the hell ya been since high school?" thing.  And really nothing since then.
This girl was amazing in high-school.  She was cute and fun and funky and completely open minded and all the stuff that I wanted to be (or do). 

The other day she posted a bulletin that made me very sad. 
Apparently she's a McCain fan.
I'm not political at all.  And unless I'm hanging out with the Terrorist a lot and listening to his political talk radio with him I have basically no idea what's going on in the world of politics. 
But McCain?  Really?
Common Marie! 

It made me so sad.  Then I realized that some of our common friends (all from high-school) are McCain supporters.

I shouldn't be surprised.  I grew up in rural Maine.  (And since Marie has joined the military and moved to Utah.)  These people haven't seen much of the world outside of their little narrow view.  (Aside from Marie, who, obviously hasn't gained much of a world view.)

I think I need to delete them.
She was so great though!!!
Ugh. 

I need to go get in the shower.  It's getting late.
(That's fucking absurd that I think 930am is late.)

Stayed at the Terrorist's house last night.
Since Nate's been around this week I haven't seen him much and I missed him, so I bribed my coworkers into letting me leave early, since it was his last kid free night.* 
Got up early, brought him to work, went and picked up my laundry and came to the laundromat.  When I first got here it was silent.  It was so weird.  I've never been to a silent laundromat.  Even if there are no people in it there are at least washers or dryers going.  (I say I've never been to a silent laundromat but I know that's not true because I used to go to this 24-hour one in South Portland that was empty at times... but RECENTLY I haven't been to a silent laundromat... especially not during the daytime.)
Since Nathan's gone that's my official notice to get off my ass and start looking for a new job.  Which I learned yesterday kind of freaks the T out.  (Because I'm playing the role of babysitter to Little T while Big T is workin')  I guess I can't really blame him because if the situation were reversed I'd probably be freaking out as well.  I have a master plan though.**  Lesley is talking about quitting the Caldera before she goes to Singapore so maybe I can just slip in there.  They don't open until 5p  Shifts generally start at 4p and it's a block from the T's house.  Sound perfect to me.  If it doesn't work that's okay, I'll find something that does.  I'm a patient person.***
I start kid sitting on Monday, which means today and this weekend I'm going to clean my apartment and make it more kid friendly, not that we're going to be there often but if we happen to stop by I don't want anymore "Watch me wax your Pole" moments or anything of the like.  I also need to clean out my car.  That'll be tomorrow.  It's getting really disgusting.  There have been a variety of beverages spilled in it and... it's just fucking gross.  This is my kick in the pants to get it done.

My laundry is done, I've gotta go fold it and do productive things.

*Okay so I didn't really bribe them, all I really did was ask if they minded... but "bribed" sounds so much more dramatic.
**We're not going to mention how my last mater plan failed miserably.  I'm glad I didn't end up in Toronto madly in love, I don't think that would have made me happy, well, it could of but now that I'm were I am in my life I don't still wish for it.  Things happen or don't happen for a reason, my original master plan failed for a reason.  Something better is in my cards.  It's like that god song by Garth Brooks... What's it called... Unanswered Prayers.   Anyway, this minor master plan is going to work out awesome, I just need to get all the details ironed out.
***Anyone who knows me knows that that is a total and complete crock-of-shit but I'm also a master of denial.  Which makes anything possible.  :-)

Vacation is over. 
Nate is sitting over in the C concourse waiting for his boarding time. 
I'm sitting here at Coffee People waiting for the Terrorist to get out of work... or for me to get bored, whichever comes first.
It's different with Nate leaving.  Generally I'm the one to leave and though I am sad that I'm leaving my friends/family I'm also excited to leave Maine/go where ever it is that I'm going that I don't really get all that sad.  That's not the case today. 
Today it's just fucking sad.

We went shopping today which was fun. 
Got a pretty new dress.  Yay!
Even got a compliment from my coworker when I swung by here to get a drink.  (And use the free wifi.)

Just got a call from the Terrorist.  He's going to be here a lot sooner than planned so I'm going to end this.

If I don't procrastinate to much then pictures of the vacation will be up at some point.

About 6 or so years ago I house sat for Nathans family. 
When they go back I went back to my apartment in Portland and realized that I had forgot my phone up there.*
The next day when Nathan went to work (we lived together) he left me his cell phone so that I'd have a phone.  I was on a cleaning kick and wearing yoga pants and a tank top.  With no pockets I was left with no choice but to put the phone in my cleavage.  This worked fine and dandy until I bent over to test some bath water and the phone fell out of my cleavage and into the tub.  Crap!  I think part of the reason it fell was because I was wearing one of those tank tops with the "built in bra" and any woman with boobs above an A cup knows those things don't really hold anything in place.  If I had an actual bra on, I'm convinced the phone would have stayed.  Anyway, the phone dried out and ended up working fine.**
Today, I've been cleaning like a mad lady.  I decided to scrub the tub quickly before I showered for work.  I ran the water to flush all the weird crap (thanks Shaz) out of the bottom of it and when leaning over to turn the water off my Mp3 player fell out of my bra and into the tub.  FUCK

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.

I don't mention it that often but I ALWAYS use my Mp3 player.  It's going for about 6-10 hours ago.  (Give or take.)  It's not working right now.  I don't really know what to do.  I read something online that basically said if it was on (which it was) when it fell in the water then most likely I'm fucked. 

DAMMIT!!

I should have been more careful.  It's fallen out a few times in the past week, same with my phone.  I think I even blogged about it once. 

I hope a million, billion, zillion that it works when I get home.

*Up there being Chelsea which is about an hour north of Portland.
**Nathan wouldn't exactly agree with "fine" but he could place and receive calls.  The phone got a bit attitudy at times... but that's besides the point.

I should be sleeping.  But instead I'm going to fill out a questionnaire thingy I stole from gunderson bee.  Then maybe I'll nap.  Or maybe not.

1) What were you doing ten years ago?
Just got done my Junior year of high-school.  I can't remember if I worked for Hershey's Ice Cream that summer or not.  Either way I was probably dicking around with friends, staying up waaaaaaaay to late and generally doing teen-aged things. 

2) Five (non-work) things on my to-do list for today
Maybe get in a quick nap at some point, pluck my eyebrows, do dishes, put laundry away, lay out in the sun. 

3) Snacks I enjoy
Cherries, Ice cream, French Baguette and Jam, chocolate and other stuff.

 
4) Things I would do if I were a billionaire
Pay my mom everything I owe her, plus find someone to take care of her house so she doesn't have to deal with it anymore and find her either a MUCH smaller house or apartment to move into when she's ready.  Move Nathan to Oregon.  Pay off my sisters debt and get her the fuck out of the trailer park,  Do something (not sure what) for my dad,  Give the Terrorist school money, Go to Disney World with Nathan.  Take a bunch of random spontaneous vacations.  Quit being a Coffee Wench.  Possibly open a Cafe/Bar/Restaurant if not that look into some type of business ownership,  buy a real bed, give the TSA lady who's always so sweet to us some money because she's a sweetheart and said she'd remember us if she ever wins the lottery and I really think she would. 

5) Places I have lived
Whitefield, Maine
Chelsea, Maine
Plymouth, New Hampshire
Portland, Maine
Westbrook, Maine
Portland, Oregon
Piney Point, Maryland
M/S Pride of Aloha, Waters off the coast of Hawaii

6) Jobs I have had
Bagger
Cashier
Ice Cream Order Taker
CSR (for Various Companys)
Retail Slave
Server
Bartender
Coffee Wench
General Wage Slave

7) Peeps I want to know more about
Everyone! 

Disclaimer:  Here in lie more gory details about my broken cooch and sex life... If you don't wanna know about them you should avert your eyes now.  But I know you wont because it's like a car accident... you just can't help but stare.  Which is cool but just remember curiosity killed the cat.

As I've mentioned before, my vagina is broken........

I believe it broke due to over use.  Well maybe not over use but there was a period there where it was seeing a lot more action then it ever had. 
Then, a week or so later...
dun dun duuuuuuuuuuuuuuhn. 

Broken va-jay jay. 

Anyway, because of the broken va-jay jay my sex life has been put on hold.  Can't say I'm happy about it but, oh well, shit happens.

The other night I was at the Terrorists house basically passing out on the couch.  I mention the fact that I'm sleepy as all bananas.  He kind of makes a pouty sort of face and informs me that he was going to see if I was interested in a little bit a rope play. 

-Time out -

As I've probably mentioned before I met this dude online back when I lived in Maine.  In the months that we were chatting and getting to know one another we discussed many things.  One of them being sexual kinks and what not.  He had told me that he was into Shibari and sent me pictures of some of his work.  (Shibari is a form of Japanese bondage.)  Now, I've never really been into bondage but having said that I've never really tried it either.  The pictures he sent to me were beautiful.  I would love to post some here but that would just be not cool, so I wont..  
Here's a picture I stole from someone's live journal because all the really awesome ones had some serious nakedness going on and well this isn't exactly kid friendly kind of stuff I don't need to get anyone in trouble at work...
Scratch that.  Vox is being a douche and not letting me upload anything.  Instead... go here.

-Time in-

After some discussion regarding what's involved, what goes on yada yada yada I agreed.  He got his shit ready (the amount of rope that magically appeared was some what intimidating) we took a couple more tokes off the bong and got to it. 

I'll save you the gory details but I have to say that 1. He was very professional during the whole thing.  (That sounds like a weird term but it's the only one that comes to mind.)  2. I can totally see why people dig this shit.  It's HOT.  You get used to the binding part pretty fucking quickly then your all restrained and... well I'll stop there but it's freakin' HOT.

I even let him take pictures!  Jesus, what's happening to me?  Granted I made him use my camera but I was going to just peek at them then delete them but I think I might keep them.  A souvenir of sorts.

He's mentioned hanging me from things a few times in the past and though I don't think I'm quite ready for that... I'm not nearly as opposed to it as I was a week ago. 

I think I need to go to bed.  Or else I'll let Chris talk me into smoking and then I'll fail my UA then I wont get to work in a coffee shop then I wont make rent and then I'll die.  (A bit extreme, I know.)