we shoulda had the day off

i have been having a hard time keeping track of my pacifca key, i'll admit this. the word pacific, like the ocean, means peaceful. Henceforth shouldn't the car provide the same? but those who experience EL NINO probably would argue that the pacific can be anything but peaceful, and the pacifica as well. it's the not the car itself, although it does have a hard time getting up the mountain. The truth is, I love gracie. the problem lies in everything that surrounds her. case in point: the registration is missing, I cannot register her here in vermont until i can prove that i paid tax on her in massachusetts, and guess where the proof lies. yep, the lost regestration. So because of this, I can't insure car until i have it registered. And to top it all off, i can't seem to keep track of the keys...
which brings us back to today... well, before we even go there, we should probably visit sunday. so i had to work on the moutain and sarah had taken the other car to hinesburg to do a little work at school. i went to leave for work and the pacifica key was missing from my ring...no key=walking to work. i was frustrated... even more so when i huffed it up the mountain at a good clip and spent the next 20 minuted catching my breath (stupid asthma).... and exponentially more frustrated when i found the key in my pants pocket later that night when i was doing laundry.
fast foward to this morning. Sarah asked if i was going to wear my green puffy vest. i told her she could wear it if she wanted, i hadn't really thought about it very much. then 20 minutes after she left with lisa, i realized that the key to the ONLY car in the driveway was in the vest pocket, the same vest sarah was wearing, 20 minutes away. ugh. so i had to call her, but she beat me to it. she called to let me know some unfortunate and yet sortof amusing news about our lanldord. i had to break it her that in order for me to get to work i needed her and lisa to turn around. that sucked. lisa, being the godsend (if i believed in god) she is, turned the car around and brought me the key. i guess they made up a song about me to the tune of the classic barry manilow hit... i guess they could have done worse.
today was verteran's day and all our friends in framingham, mass had the day off... and that would have made today alot better, i mean, i'm just saying.

making history

I mean, come on... So they announced it, Barack won the 3 electoral votes from Vermont. We were two of those votes, in a state we knew would vote our way, overall.
It's funny that everyone keeps saying how historic this election is. it is historic. in reality, everyday is history. as we go from today to tomorrow we carry some and leave everything else behind. As i move toward tomorrow (or quite literally toward bed in just a bit), i know that today meant something, but what will really travel with me? what do i want to bring? I will always remember voting for the first time in Vermont, the tiny gym at the Smilie School, the fact that Sarah asked if there were lines and i laughed.. out loud. Will I remember what i had for lunch (left over spanish rice), or the socks i wore (leopard print), or the fact that jack's collar got chewed at camp? doubt it. these were other things i could have written about today in my blog... but i thought, nahh, in the end, this is what i will want to remember.
When Bill Clinton won the election way back when, I was a teenager and i wrote an entry in my journal about how cool it was to have a president that played the sax and liked rock n' roll. How cool is that? if left to my memory alone, i would have forgotten that i even cared about the president way back then. I would have thought i was too busy being a bad-ass and not caring. luckily i wrote it down.