lou on the lam.

we ran some errands today. one took us up in the neck of freehold to the mall to grab some stuff for a care package.

while traveling to this mall on the highway, we were nearing our destination's exit when i spotted something that struck fear into my heart.

coming off the 'on ramp' in the other direction were 2 greyhoundesque dogs, running down the highway at top speed. a golden retriever and a black lab were tearing down the road in traffic. i said to chris, 'oh my god, we have to turn around'.

turning around wasn't so easy, we had to exit, take a couple jug handles and sit through a couple lights. my heart was pounding the entire time. by the time we had resurfaced onto the highway there were at least 4 cars stopped and people out of them chasing these dogs. someone had gotten a hold on the golden, but the black lab was escaping rescue continually. he was running back up in the direction we had originally been headed, still on the highway. i said to chris, 'pull over!' i jumped out of the jeep and sprinted across the highway to the other side only to watch the black lab's rear end bounce up the highway. he was already back up where we had originally exited. do-gooders littered the highway, which was at a dead stop on that side. the black lab would have none of anyone who tried to call to him or grab him.

i sprinted about half a mile up toward where they'd all convened. i decided to lay back in case he escaped them. he did. he headed back towards me and past another lady on the original side they'd been running on -- cars were now coming from that direction. i hopped the median as he ran in my direction. i was now alone in this, the 15 other people including chris now behind him. i dodged the oncoming traffic and stood on the shoulder as he got closer and i whistled. i didn't yell or wave my arms, i simply stood still and held my arms up at my sides to make my body appear bigger, hoping to mentally trick him into stopping. it worked. he paused, put his ears up at my whistle, then decided that jumping the guard rail was his only option.

i could see from my position that it was a steep embankment, covered in brush where he had entered. i could also see that there was about 50 feet of fence now keeping him from the brush where he was tumbling through and another busy road that went under the highway. there was only one option.

i vaulted over the guard rail and ran down the embankment, slipping and sliding as i went. i curved my path around his, watching him the entire time as he stumbled through. i headed him off at the bottom where he pushed through a final bush and held my arms out as i had done on the road above us. i said nothing as i approached him slowly, him watching me. he slowed his movements and i gently said, 'down, down' while i kept motioning my palms to the ground. a miracle occurred and this unstoppable dog lowered his body and crawled toward me, exhausted and panting. i didn't know this dog, so i was unsure how he is going to react to me touching him. i quietly talked to him (i forget now what i said), and slowly reached out to him as he came within a foot away of me. i saw him give me a little lip, so i paused and let him come to me as i crouched before him -- no eye contact. i felt contact with his fur and slowly slipped my hand around his collar and recited, 'good boy. good boy. good boy.' he immediately laid down on his side, breathing heavy and foaming a little. i sat next to him on the hill and just gently stroked his fur as i caught my own breath. my heart was still pounding and i could feel his doing the same.

the owner magically appeared a couple minutes later, distraught and frantic. i called up to ask what her dog's name was as she repeatedly said 'thank god. thank god.'

turns out that lou and his golden buddy had slipped out the gate her son had left open in their backyard a few miles down the road.

did i mention i did all this in ballet flats? phew. someone get me a drink.

fo' sale.

it's official, our house is on the market.

sell, motherfucker, sell.

i can't wait to get out of this place.

who?

random IM:

[09:36] Noctothaqua: so, how are you lately? haven't talked to you in a while
[09:37] GOD DAMN LOLA: I am fine. I have no idea who you are.
[09:37] Noctothaqua: iceowl
[09:37] Noctothaqua: from consumating
[09:37] GOD DAMN LOLA: Still nothing.

again; who?

guest appearance.

i am featured in the latest post of my friend lucia's blog.

check it out.

peace be with you, jersey.

i have come to terms with the fact that i live in new jersey.

i don't mind the fact that in order to go left i have to go right first. i don't mind the fact that stoplights are an extra lifetime long. i don't mind that the express lane of the GSP is never express. i have become oblivious to the accents and fake orange nails. i have become to accept the fact that sometimes you have to drive 10 miles just to get onto the nearest major road southbound because there is no "south" entrance near the "north" exit.

however, let it be known that as long as i live in jersey i will not settle for living further than 5 miles from the beach.

jersey shore or none.

justice is mine.

i got my photography midterm back today. the one my professor didn't tell us he was giving us on the day after i got back from boston completely exhausted and i was sure i bombed.

a-.

boo ya.

outernet.

so i unplugged yesterday. no internet whatsoever. it felt pretty good. we went to see WARRANT last night at the stone pony. unfortunately, it was not as good as winger. not even close. they did play cherry pie, but not until the very end.

we did some spring cleaning/decluttering yesterday morning. the house looks much better. all the better to prepare for putting the house on the market.

we found a house today that chris is in love with. i like it a lot, too. it is immaculate. the only thing that needs to be done is to change the master bedroom and kitchen's paint colors(this awful sea foam green). the wood floors are spotless as is everything else. 2blks from the beach.

woo-hoo!

you has a flavor?

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if you haven't heard yet, there is a site called "I CAN HAZ CHEEZBURGER" that rules.

You may find it here.

and good news on the house - we might already have a person interested in it even before we've listed it.

he.

sometimes he really pisses me off.

sometimes he drills holes in the bottoms of my plants because he feels they need "more drainage" at 7:30am.

sometimes he puts things away that even he can't find when looking for them afterward.

sometimes he does a bleach load and doesn't ask me if i have any whites i need done too.

sometimes he forgets things that are important.

but, sometimes he brings home egg drop soup just because. not because i asked for it, but because it is my favorite.

i love him because of things like that.

flat.

my mood was really awful last week. over the weekend it really improved - mostly due to the fact that we are actively fixing the kitchen and putting the house on the market while looking for a new house. i am not happy here because brick is basically just a zip code for walmart. we saw 6-7 houses on sunday and got a good idea of what we liked and what we were looking for. we also narrowed it down to an area that we adore, keansburg, nj. right now they are in a 'rebuilding' era due to people ignoring it for the past 30 years, but moving here would be an investment for us as property prices are only going to go up with businesses moving in. we also met a woman we would consider making our realtor as she was very informative and nice despite not even working for us.

aaaaaand the mood was great until i got a flat tire on the way to school. fucking a.

sometimes you can't win.

monday, so far.

the $2000 light* is illuminated on my dashboard. fuck.

my minolta's shutter is sticking and i lost about 15 pictures on a roll. have to get the cam fixed.

i burned up about 5 sheets of paper in the dark room because i am fucking exhausted & an idiot.

i got a $55 ticket in boston.

...and there was a "mid-term" today in class that he didn't tell us was going to happen. surprise.

to top it all off, i have to leave for class in 10 minutes and i read zero of the three readings we were supposed to it. maybe i'll get lucky and there'll be a test there also.



*check engine light
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Updated:

late afternoon class cancelled. kind of a blessing. paper assigned due wed, though.

i may have to quit school after this semester and go back to work! yay.

i wish i were dead.

one big huge fuck-up.

last monday i received a letter from the MA version of the IRS. i have already done my taxes and filed last month. this notice is to my address here in NJ, but the addressee is my ex-husband's name. i open it, wondering if they've screwed up his address somehow and want to make sure it gets to him in time. i can SEE his SSN up in the top right corner. so this is really weird...because that's not even close to my number (born in 2 different parts of the country, even).

the letter states that the 2006 tax forms that were filed were not signed and to sign this attached form and remit within 30 days or suffer a lessened return or an exalted tax bill. fine enough.

i call my ex to make sure it isn't him that needs to return this.

he hasn't even filed yet this year. this notice is for ME. so, i call the number listed on this notice and wait to speak to a rep. "Joe Downs", no lie, tells me that after looking up my SSN in his system he finds out that my ex's info is under my number. the one i haven't lived or filed with since 2004.

my ex's info, address and all, is under my social security number. what part of "security" does that exactly reassure me?

so now, i am being forced to fax a copy of my picture ID and SSN to prove i am who i say i am - major lols - even though "Joe" can see my previous years filings under my correctly name and whatnot.

happy fun times.

this is what i get for filing way ahead of schedule. fuck you, irs.


(and i called my ex back to tell him that his SSN might have my info and he better call to make sure it is straight asap)

let it snow.

it snowed last night/today. we received about 2", tops. that was still enough for my school to cancel every class after 4pm. my only class today was at 4:40. i didn't shower because i had a feeling due to the snow that mumbles wouldn't be there anyway. silly. in minnesota this is unheard of.

i made a video today and put it up on youtube. it's pretty silly - the things i do when bored.

also, a random person named jesse found my blog via googling "splatter matter", which was kind of interesting. if you are still reading, jesse, welcome.

my dress that i ordered and had made for this saturday's event(The Men's Event in Boston) still ISN'T HERE. someone do something about that, okay? thanks.

enjoy the video, kids.

splatter matter.

i love when you see a looooooooong streak of paint on a highway or country road that stretches on for at least 100 yards. i also love to see an obvious huge SPLATTER of it somewhere as if someone dropped an entire can of it.

it just makes me giggle to think that someone spilled all that paint.

i might be losing my mind.

day 2.

day 2 of the yoga went off well, despite the hip lift maneuver making my left leg go "oh no you don't!" it did, but not before i promised it a piece of banana bread later.

lunch is delicious. baby spinach, vidalia onion dressing, wild skate sauteed in white wine, and a whole tomato sliced up and raw on the side. hardly any carbs. feels kind of good and it was DELICIOUS. did i say delicious? i mean delicious. mm mm.

last minute yesterday, i went for a job interview at an irish dive bar in neptune. i won't be brokenhearted if i don't get it, but it was kind of fun to go travel and see a scary part of the jersey shore............again.

my laptop crashed and burned last night. so long, days of watching DUN DUN* and perusing the web. sigh. dell's been alerted.

that's all from botsland today, folks. off to make banana bread.





*law & order

my newest blog fan.

My newest blog fan.
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welcome, anthony. thanks for reading.

so, yoga.

i started yoga today. i am sure i'm doing it wrong for the most part, but it still kind of kicked my ass. i did not expect this.

awesome.