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Welcome to Zachary and Tabitha's Big Adventure.
We're just regular people with regular jobs.
But we're cutting loose. Taking off.
Making the big jump into the great unknown...

Holy Crap, what are we thinking?
Guess youll just have to read on and find out.
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No, I dont really have a big black van. Its a long story...

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:: 8.31.2003 ::

This is what moving looks like



Oh how I hate it...

:: Zachary 8:16:00 AM [+] ::
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:: 8.30.2003 ::
Zachary and Tabitha and the no good very bad day...

Ever have one of those days where, despite your best intentions, everything you try to do goes completely wrong?

Allow me to provide an example:

Wednesday August 27th

Tabitha and I need a new shower curtain for the apartment we are imminently moving into. And we decided we didnt want one of those crappy supermarket vinyl ones that rip in a week and get all mildew-y. We wanted a fairly nice mildew resistant one with metal grommets. Of course because Bed Bath and Beyond has a frigging stranglehold on the housewares market for some reason, we were forced to shop there for our shower curtain.
The nearest one to us is in Hyannis. We dont really like going to Hyannis. Its busy there and kind of a lousy drive...
But, we had no other choice, so off we went.

Got there with a minimum of cursing, found the damn shower curtain and walked over to the checkouts. There were 5 of them and 4 of them said closed please go to the next counter. The one counter that would appear to be open had nobody behind it, and there was nobody in the immediate vicinity. Over at the customer support counter there was a lady helping some dip do an exchange or whatever.
So we waited in the empty checkout area for an employee to return.
We waited and waited and waited and waited. 10 minutes went by, and of course while we were waiting a bunch of people also wanting to check out wandered over, looked at us, then looked at the lady at the customer service counter. Of course they all went over to her and made a big line with their huge carts full to brimming with hair curler cozies, oven mitts shaped like gorillas, fancy toilet brush holders and other useless crap.
Apparently were the dumb ones...
So we waited a few more minutes, and then the customer service lady made an announcement over the loudspeaker that so-and-so should come the front for checkout.

OK, this is it right? Got to be...

An employee comes walking over, goes right by us, and starts helping out the people in line at the customer service counter!
Fuck that, we were out of there.

All we needed was an eight dollar and ninety nine cent fucking shower curtain!!!
Of course Tabitha got all mad at me for not getting in the other line when the checkout lady went over, and for having a hissy fit, but I refused to sacrifice any more of my time or money for that stupid corporation.

Grrrr....

So we went home.

A complete morning shot and nothing to show for it except high blood pressure.

Hey, how about a trip to the beach? After that morning we could use a bit of relaxation. And we had been packing pretty steadily for a few days. OK, lets take the rest of the day off.

Mmm... Marconi beach in Wellfleet would be nice. Its a Wednesday, wont be crowded, tides right, might be some nice waves. Sounds good.
We get there park the car, and head down to the beach.
So far so good. Not too crowded, suns out. Aahhh....
We set up our umbrella and other beach crap and lay down to read or whatever.

Thats when the bugs showed up.

Little black biting things. Not gnats or no-see-ums. And not the dreaded Cape Cod greenhead fly. Some other kind of little biting bastard.
We were getting eaten alive and this was with a pretty steady wind too.
So lets go for a swim.

Seaweed.

Red fuzzy seaweed. Everywhere. Not just a few clumps, tons of it. You walked into the water, and walked out again covered in red fuzzy seaweed. The usually clear-ish cool green ocean water was red and black and slurping up onto the beach with each wave. Now dont get me wrong, I'm not usually deterred by the presence of seaweed at the beach. In fact sometimes I even enjoy getting a laugh out of Tabitha by putting it on my head, or on her head depending on who needs the laugh most.
I think of myself as a hardcore water person, but this was a HUGE amount of seaweed.
So back to the blanket to try and fend off the flies.
Remember that steady wind I mentioned? It started really blowing. Blowing sand right into Tabitha's upwind ear.
We left defeated...

Well there you go. A day where no matter what we tried, we failed miserably.

Maybe we were just doing the wrong things for that day. Maybe that wasnt the day we were supposed to go to the beach, or to try and get a shower curtain.
Maybe that was our day to win the lottery...

But of course by not playing we didnt win.
Another miserable failure...

:: Zachary 2:17:00 PM [+] ::
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:: 8.19.2003 ::
What a big mouth...

So anyway, the other day I was on the night shift at work. And it was the last run of the day to Nantucket. Probably around 9:00PM. Not a lot of passengers, and it wasnt my wheel so I'm hanging out at the snackbar with some of the other crew, and this guy comes up to get a refill on his beer.
He then starts telling us about what a hassle of a day he's had, and how he had to drive all over MA to help his parents move or some crap. Whatever.
Then he starts complaining about driving on I-495 and how boring it is.
I pipe in then and say yeah it is kind of boring, but what a great highway, nice and wide and smooth, a great little speedway for when you want to stretch your cars legs. You just have to watch out for all the state Troopers hiding in the bushes. Ha Ha...

The guy kinda looks at me, and then takes a sip of his fresh beer.
One of the other crew then asks him what he does for a living.
Can you guess?

State Trooper.

Needless to say, I just walked away with my shoe in my mouth.
Mm-mmm tasty...

:: Zachary 8:37:00 AM [+] ::
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:: 8.18.2003 ::
Boy am I ever lazy...

No excuse for not updating here More often. I've even been keeping a list of funny/odd stories that I need to relate here. Just havent gotten around to writing them down. How pathetic...

So anyway, Tabitha and I are done with work.
That gives us a couple of weeks to get our stuff together for the move.
Work ending was kinda anti-climactic. I had a lot of fun, even though it was back breaking when summer hit. The people were really cool and hey, its not every day that you get to drive one of the fastest ferries on the east coast.

Anyway, take a look at this bunch. Would you want these guys driving you anywhere?

:: Zachary 1:30:00 PM [+] ::
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