Month: June 2009

Today, I spent the morning and early afternoon with Debbie. We returned my rental car, and then went to Bath. I’m looking for a stone-washed or pigment-dyed hooded sweatshirt, and she thought they might have one in Bath. We looked at Reny’s, but had no luck. We checked out the drugstore – I always like to look around in there – browsed at Magnolia, but in the end all I bought was some catnip bags (that’s right, 10,000 catnip bags is NOT enough, we can always use more) and a t-shirt.

I appear to be getting the spud’s cold, which means that I will likely infect an entire planeload of people tomorrow, and if I’m truly lucky I’ll get Fred sick when I get home, too. We stopped and I bought some Zicam (don’t know if it’s working yet), then we went over to Fashion Bug, where I bought some new underwear since they were having a pretty good sale.

I looked around in the bookstore, and then we had lunch at Fat Boy. (When I told my father where we’d eaten lunch, he said “Lobster roll?” and I said “Is there anything else?” Their lobster roll is FABULOUS.)

We went to Bath & Body Works, then over to the Hallmark store, and then back to her house for a bit before Brian took me back to my parents’ house.

I hung out there for the afternoon (thought about taking a nap, but never did), then we met up with Brian in Brunswick for chinese food at our favorite buffet. After, Brian went off to take a nap before work (he’s busybusybusy) and my parents and I went down to visit my oldest brother, Tracy, and his daughter Mireya.

(Tracy has a gorgeous house with a water view. I am jealous, believe me. If only I had a water view from Crooked Acres. That would be perfect!)

We stayed and chatted for a while, then headed home. I have to get up at 3:30 tomorrow morning, so I’m about to head off to bed. Since my flight leaves so early, I’m hoping there’ll be no travel delays. If I get stuck in Dulles again, though, I totally expect one of you to come get me!

(Not really.)

I don’t remember where I saw these, but they cracked me right up.

Half price haircuts for the unemployed (Emerald Square Mall, Massachusetts)

My dream car.

A better pic of the coasters I considered buying, but didn’t.

This morning, my mother and I did some shopping in Windham (see the funny coasters, above). We ate lunch at Maine Bean…

Lobster rolls. YUM. (Pardon the pic taken with my phone. I didn’t want to dig the camera out of my purse.)

We went from Windham to Freepot and hit LL Bean. I wanted to get a few more Sunwashed 3/4-sleeve tees (and I did), and I wanted to look at their bags and perhaps buy one (I looked, but didn’t buy any), and I wanted to get some SmartWool socks (but looked at them and gasped when I saw the unbelievable price, decided the $2 socks I got from Target are perfectly fine, and ran away from the socks before they tainted me with their expensiveness.).

We went to the outlet store and I looked at another bag, decided it was ridiculous to spend THAT much money on a bag, and didn’t buy it.

Tonight, my parents went out to eat with their friends, and I went to Applebee’s with Liz. We both had the same thing, steak and shrimp.

Then we had dessert.

Which ended up being kind of a waste, because I think we each ate about three bites and were done.

Since my beloved Bookland has closed, we went over to Borders, where I stocked up on magazines for the flight home (I’m leaving very early Thursday morning) and a couple of books. Best part, they were handing out sheets of coupons that gave me $2 off EACH magazine I bought AND $2 off each book I bought. Bargain!

We hung out a while longer, then I came home and called Fred.

Now I’m off to bed. G’night!

Yesterday, Debbie and I took Danielle back to Rhode Island. The GPS disapproved vehemently of the fact that I was speeding, and showed her disapproval by showing my “current speed” in red. She also disapproves when we leave the planned path to go to the bathroom or get gas or get something to eat. She’s just a spazzy control freak, that stupid GPS.

(She certainly comes in handy when, say, you leave the highway to search desperately for a McDonald’s to use the bathroom and get a drink, only to find out that the McDonald’s is CLOSED. Hello, Newton, Massachusetts, I am looking at YOU.)

Danielle wasn’t feeling well – she was developing a cold – and while I know she had a good time visiting with us all (she only lives a few hours away, but she has a pretty busy schedule and hasn’t been up to visit in a long time), I know she was also glad to get home. Aside from not feeling well, she had a class yesterday afternoon. I dropped her off at home, gave her a big hug, and then Debbie and I headed for home.

The drive from here to Rhode Island is supposed to take about 7 hours, round-trip, but it took us more like 10. There was rush-hour traffic to deal with and potty breaks to take. I have to say, it was not a bad drive at all – we might have to make this a regular thing, going down to get the spud when I come to visit!

The graduate with his very proud cousin and his very proud aunt.

(By all rights, a picture of him with his mother should be here, but she’s a party pooper and wouldn’t let me post a picture of the two of them. HMPH.)

This kid – he’s just so amazing. Not even 18 yet, and he’s a licensed EMT, a volunteer firefighter, has a job where they rightfully think the world of him. He’s sweet and funny and has such a good heart. (And not for nothin’, do you SEE how cute he is?) I can’t begin to tell you how proud I am.

Mainers, knowing that in a few years this kid is going to be riding in an ambulance saving your lives should make you rest easier.

CONGRATULATIONS, BRIAN!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!

Meet my great-nephew (son of my nephew = great-nephew, right?). Three months old and unbearably sweet.

Saw my 21 year-old nephew and his girlfriend (mother of his child) for a few hours on Saturday and again on Sunday. So young and so in love. I loved being able to hold their child, the first of the next generation, and watch them interact. The two of them, clearly in love but not desperate to prove it to everyone in attendance, were sweet to watch. They’re adorable; you’ll have to take my word for it.

I took ten thousand pictures of that baby, you know I did. Camera nearly cracked from the overload of cute.

(Yes, I adore wee babies and holding and kissing them. Does it make me want one of my own? Not for a single moment.)