I've posted about recycling before and how I love to do it and was in recycling heaven in Kansas because I got to take my recyclables to the recycling center myself and didn't have to rely on others to pick it up for me, etc. and that was so much fun. Being in Boston I haven't been able to recycle 'legally' and I'm getting pissed. We contacted the landlord about it because apparently you can't get a blue bin if your building has more than 6 units and instead need to rely on the landlord to set something up. We haven't gotten anywhere with her and I feel so awful throwing out so much that I used to recycle. Just recently I figured I would start saving things and then just put my stuff in someone else's blue bin that is out at the curb. What's the harm? I would assume others that recycle would appreciate me wanting to recycle and wouldn't mind me putting my stuff w/ there's. This weekend I got this lovely letter in the mail:

Please refrain from putting your recyclables into my recyclable container. An envelope with your name & address was found in my blue box this A.M. (along with other junk). I suggest you use the one issued to #7 house or ask your landlord for one. Thank You.

Give me a break lady! (I have to add it's written in the handwriting of a 90+ year old woman and on letterhead of Mrs. her husband's name and signed Mrs. her husband's name.) Now doesn't she feel guilty for sending me paper that she won't let me recycle??

I sent an email to the recycling people today:

Your request has been forwarded to the large building coordinator for follow up with your landlord. We do have recycling for larger building,I sorry you are having a hard time recycle.

-----Original Message----- From: Heather Martin Sent: Monday, April 30, 2007 10:21 AM To: PWD RecBinReq Subject: recycling

I would like a blue bin but my building has more than 6 units. No one else is recycling in my building so why can't I just get one blue bin? I've tried putting recycling in someone else's bin and got a nasty note in the mail not to do it from the 'owner' of the blue bin. We've contacted the landlord and nothing has happened.Why is it so difficult to just recycle? Any suggestions?

Thanks, Heather Martin

Let's see what happens. Mr. Gore, can you get me a blue bin?? Or Leo DiCaprio?? Help a girl out!

or something like that was what a guy on his bike yelled at me today when I was crossing Vassar street to Bldg. 46. There is a bike lane on the sidewalk so you don't necessarily think to look because usually the bike lane is in the road. I know for sure the Honey-Bunny part is verbatim, just not positive it was 'Heads up' or 'Head up' or 'Look up' or whatever. It was quite funny. I did actually see him in time to stop but it must have seemed to him not the case and started yelling out.

for the first time since I was like 15. I don't even know if people pay 15 year olds to babysit anymore. I'm watching the infant daughter of a fellow postdoc while she attends some MIT dinner thing w/ her professor hubby. She asked me what my fee was? What the hell is my fee? I have no idea. I feel weird taking money from a co-worker for babysitting so what should I say? Anyone have any suggestions?

I have this lovely friend that started this crazy trend of 'getting me' on April Fools. Last year he really had me going thinking he went on 'vacation' to this Scientology Church crap and actually joined.

3/28/06 GAJ: Well I am back. I have to admit something. I didn’t go to Europe for work, I was in Florida for 3 weeks on a Scientology retreat. I am now a member. You should really look into it. No pressure. But if you want to learn about it, I’ll be happy to speak to you. It simplifies your life and creates order out of chaos. I am telling you.

Me: are you being serious????!!!!! fess up

GAJ: clearwater florida is where our main church is. It is beautiful. medditerranean revival look and feel to it.

Me: come on baby! tell me the truth. where were you really and why?

GAJ: yes, i am. why? you know how i have been searching for meaning.to be a happier person, well i am on my way. the Church really is good starting point. i see a lot of potential.

Me: i refuse to believe this church stuff. sounds preposterous.

GAJ: believe what you want, i am more mellowed now. i tell you it is like a cleansing rain has overcome me, i feel empowered for once in my life to do what i want to do. as i said, i am great, my head is clear, the retreat was all good. work is fine. need to wash the car this weekend.

I don't have the rest of it where he finally comes clean a few days later. I guess I did fall for it after he kept it up for several days. This is how he got me this year.

3/28/07 GAJ: m is pregnant. she is due in november. i guess it was a honeymoon baby. great just what i f'ing need. now i am fucked.

Me: please, baby's having a baby?! already?! you must have not cared or you would have been more careful. you better go get a job real quick, baby daddy

GAJ: that is why i said i am fucked. literally. what can i do, tell m go have an abortion. i know she is against that if it is a healthy baby. i couldn't sleep at all last night worrying about this shit.

Me: so is she happy about it? does she know you're worried or you were happy when she told you? it's not the end of the world. just makes life a little more difficult

GAJ: she was surprised but happy. no,she doesn't know how i really feel. i pretended to be happy but was really shitting myself. more pissed off than anything. to have this happen. am freakin stupid. i can't even afford a new car let alone a rug rat.

Me: well baby you really shouldn't pretend about this kinda stuff. can't be a good start. so you're just going to have to get happy about it so you're not pretending anymore.

GAJ: thanks. i think its not helpful to pretend to something i am not. how the hell am i supposed to get happy? i have to cool off first.

Me: so what are all the reasons why you aren't happy about it?

GAJ: i am in the fucking dog house. big fucking fight. i told her i wasn't thrilled and suggested adoption or abortion. she flipped her lid. would you? almost grounds for divorce, tears, yelling, screaming, etc.... i am fucked. why not happy? can't booze it up, can't afford it, can't go away on trips, no room, no money, pain in the ass crying, did i mention no money? no room? can't go to dinner and bring out the freakin baby. screaming and yelling. i might smack the kid too. my temper is short. am not a kids person. that is why!

Me: this is smelling like another aprils fools things baby is this for real and DON'T LIE to keep the joke up if it is

GAJ: my marriage is going down the toilet, my wife calls me a baby killer and you are playing games. lovely.

Me: i am not playing game baby. i'm just saying, you've played april fools crap on me before and it's april fools tomorrow so i'm just asking if this is for real

4/1/07 GAJ:APRIL FOOL's!!!!!!

oh you were on to me weren't you! but i had you going though....

it's going to be tough for next year.

i think i might have to start earlier and earlier.

so last year i joined the scientology church this year, i knocked up m and told her to kill the baby. what will happen next year?