Friday, August 13, 2010
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
77
Third cottage from the public beach, it’s the tiny one with blue trim. You know, the one right next to the red cottage. That’s 77 Fortunes Rocks Road.
It’s the smallest cottage resting on three miles of sandy, Maine beach. Within the four walls is everything I define summer by. And, if those four walls could talk, well, they would probably tell the stories that will unfold in the pages to come. Stories of laughter and tears, triumphs and sorrows, drunken nights and sobering moments. Tales of a family that is nowhere near perfect, but a family who loves each other just the same.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Ooops...five months in review
So, obviously, I've been slacking here...sorry. If anyone out there actually reads this anyway...hello? anyone??? anyone else???
uuughmmmm
Well, in July, I lost my job. Gained a cousin (Adam finally married Katie at the best wedding I've been to), I sat on the beach, I went to the gym, sat on the beach more, tried some surfing. Dealth with unemployment. Tried to waitress. Failed. Tried to get a job at a bookstore. Failed. Went back to my roots being a ho(stess) at Buffleheads. Went to the beach. Drank. Read. Reached my 50 pound goal. Came to terms with moving back with the parents.
Then, by the end of August, a sweet little birdy sent me an email about a job at the Portland Press Herald. The BIG paper. I turned right around and sent an email out. Biting my fingers until Monday morning came and I got a response. Tuesday I had an interview. The following Wednesday (09/09/09) I started said job. Filing, answering phones, writing briefs, checking briefs, one feature story (woo), business stuff and yes, the kicker, the featured obituary. Kept the apartment. It was a smooth transition into the world of daily news and it's been a fun ride ever since.
I've learned a lot about myself and have gained a whole new appreciation for a lot of things in life. Especially, don't take anything for granted.
By the end of September, Tyler Ashton Croteau was born to Keith, my cousin, and his wife, Megan. Tyler is great grandchild number two for my grandmother. Great grandchild number three is baking and due to pop sometime in February. Cousin Michelle and her husband, Dave, are awaiting his arrival.
Then, a fated phone call from dad in all of his random glory.
"How much do you pay for rent?"
Why dad?
"I'm thinking about buying a duplex."
A week later...
"The bank wants you to co-sign."
A day later...
"The bank wants to talk to you."
Another week later...
I was preapproved for a mortgage and sitting in a first time homebuyers class to get my $5,000 Gift of Green from the state of Maine. Already qualified for the $8,000 in tax credits. It's like they were paying me to buy it. I made an offer. It was accepted. Holy shit.
By Thanksgiving...
I hadn't told anyone. Dad had told EVERYONE.
The week of Christmas...
I closed.
By New Years...
It's home.
uuughmmmm
Well, in July, I lost my job. Gained a cousin (Adam finally married Katie at the best wedding I've been to), I sat on the beach, I went to the gym, sat on the beach more, tried some surfing. Dealth with unemployment. Tried to waitress. Failed. Tried to get a job at a bookstore. Failed. Went back to my roots being a ho(stess) at Buffleheads. Went to the beach. Drank. Read. Reached my 50 pound goal. Came to terms with moving back with the parents.
Then, by the end of August, a sweet little birdy sent me an email about a job at the Portland Press Herald. The BIG paper. I turned right around and sent an email out. Biting my fingers until Monday morning came and I got a response. Tuesday I had an interview. The following Wednesday (09/09/09) I started said job. Filing, answering phones, writing briefs, checking briefs, one feature story (woo), business stuff and yes, the kicker, the featured obituary. Kept the apartment. It was a smooth transition into the world of daily news and it's been a fun ride ever since.
I've learned a lot about myself and have gained a whole new appreciation for a lot of things in life. Especially, don't take anything for granted.
By the end of September, Tyler Ashton Croteau was born to Keith, my cousin, and his wife, Megan. Tyler is great grandchild number two for my grandmother. Great grandchild number three is baking and due to pop sometime in February. Cousin Michelle and her husband, Dave, are awaiting his arrival.
Then, a fated phone call from dad in all of his random glory.
"How much do you pay for rent?"
Why dad?
"I'm thinking about buying a duplex."
A week later...
"The bank wants you to co-sign."
A day later...
"The bank wants to talk to you."
Another week later...
I was preapproved for a mortgage and sitting in a first time homebuyers class to get my $5,000 Gift of Green from the state of Maine. Already qualified for the $8,000 in tax credits. It's like they were paying me to buy it. I made an offer. It was accepted. Holy shit.
By Thanksgiving...
I hadn't told anyone. Dad had told EVERYONE.
The week of Christmas...
I closed.
By New Years...
It's home.
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