The first time I traveled to Maine I was a wide-eyed 8-year-old in love with summer and wild blueberries.
The next time I traveled to Maine I was a four-eyed 12-year-old with a fear of snowmobiles and moose meat.
My expectations of Maine are high
The last time I traveled to Maine I talked to the Maineiac (I like to call her “D”) and after dazzling her with my personality and complimenting her hair, she chose me as July’s featured blogger on She’s A Maineiac!
D does plaid
Before you click over to her blog and read my “firsts and lasts” interview, I feel like I should properly introduce you . So Rachel’s Table readers meet D, D meet my awesome readers.
See what I mean about her hair?
Just to break the ice, I present to you some fun facts about D:
- D worked at L.L. Bean when she was a teenager. Her house was practically in the parking lot or across the street or in the duck whistle aisle. Either way, she wore lots of plaid.
- D has an amazing sense of humor, mostly because she’s willing to laugh at things like her hair freezing to the ice after a bad fall in the frozen tundra that is Maine.
- D has FIVE brothers. FIVE! She’s a survivor and has lived to tell
horrorfunny stories about her childhood. - D doesn’t like lobster – even with lots of butter. I’m surprised they haven’t kicked her out of Maine yet.
- D has been Freshly Pressed FOUR times. For those of you not familiar with this term, Freshly Pressed is a huge honor bestowed upon a chosen few WordPress bloggers. It shows that not only is D funny, but she’s also got writing chops.
- D is also a Recommended Family Blogger on WordPress, which is fitting because she’s a great mom and patient daughter.
- D would like to have Jason Bateman’s baby. So, Jason, if you’re reading this, hop on a plane headed for Maine. D’s been waiting for you.
- D once won a contest right here on Rachel’s Table, because she’s so dang creative.
To steal a phrase from D’s mom, “Jeezum Crow!” I could go on and on about D’s virtues. She’s one of my favorite blogging buds and a wonderful human being to boot.
So grab a cup of coffee and click here to check out D’s Firsts and Lasts Interview with yours truly. Leave us both a comment over there (now that you’ve been properly introduced).
I like to think D and I would have taped this photo into our side-by-side lockers had I known her in junior high.
Rachel's Table 
Jeezum crow! I must blow that photo up and hang it on my wall right next to the Jason Bateman poster! I’m speechless and in awe of its awesomeness! Thank you, RP.
I think we’re fabulous. You, more so, with your lustrous hair and normal teeth.
Rachel,
I like to think that I have met Darla in one of my many trips to Maine with my family, when I was a kid. In this very large fantasy land of mine, we played mini-golf together, and where she kicked my butt. Then she brought me to a place where they serve the best seafood in town, and not the tourist traps we often found ourselves in, eating clam chowder from a can. And Darla laughed at me, as I couldn’t stand these green flies that were always trying to get a bite out of my city boy skin. Fond memories, really.
Le Clown
It’s always good to cling to those fond memories, Le Clown. Especially considering your trip here didn’t go anything like you had planned. And those green flies were the least of your worries. [insert evil cackling here]
Dearest Le Clown, that sounds like a wonderful memory. I imagine D is a gracious host. You should come down to Delawhizzle. I’ll show you the green clouds of pollution and we can watch Blue Hens play football while eating Scrapple.
-Rachel
Holy crap, she hates lobster and has been FP 4 times? I didn’t know that. She’s very mysterious. Darla looks a bit like the first girl I ever smooched at a junior high dance. Had I known about restraining orders then, I’d have gotten one to deal with the subsequent harassment. Geez, you use a little tongue and they want to marry your 13 year old butt.
That must have been some kiss! But the real question here is, did your D look alike have luxurious hair?
No, her hair was not nearly as silky smooth as Darla’s. The Maine air must be fabulous conditioner.
So fun to host guest blogger. Thanks for the flashback photos. I had a similar pair of glasses!
That photo keeps appearing here. And I don’t know why! I’m sure you’ll see it again even though I should keep it under lock and key.
I’M going to print out that photo of the teen-twosome and put it up on MY locker. Whenever I see that photo of you, Rache, it makes me smile.
Thanks, Peg! I’m smiling through the perm, giant teeth, and giant-er glasses so you can smile, too.
Isn’t Jules gonna be jealous of that “BFF” thing!? I’ll pop over and check out D’s Rachel page. I won’t tell her that I once slugged Jason Bateman in the elementary school bathroom. He was an obnoxious little shit. (I was friends with his sister, Justine).
Sean! You MUST tell her that!!! Please?? Tell us the whole story!
Yeah, adding my “wha-a-a-a-a?” Must tell this story.
Wasn’t really much of a story. He was a year younger than me, he was mouthing off. So I shoved him against the toilet stall and slugged him. That’s it. I felt bad about it afterward. I was happy to see he had a successful career and family, a lot of those child actors don’t turn out so well. (I was friends with Todd Bridges in high school, he wound up tanking in adult life…)
Tell me, was he wearing a members only jacket when you slugged him?
I can’t imagine he would’ve been wearing anything else. 🙂
It could SO be a great story. What is needed is some detail…how old was he, how old were you, what was Todd Bridges doing at the time…just add some more adjectives and verbs!
Sean is a brilliant writer, so I’m thinking these details should be told in guest post form.
I’d read that. In a heartbeat.
In fact, how about a series of guest posts – “My Brush With Fame”
You with your brilliant guest post ideas, Peg! I once stalked Charles Barkley at the Philly airport and I saw Lance Bass from NSync at the airport too. That’s about it. Underwhelming, right?
(gasp) What? You hit Jason? I’m crushed. And you didn’t hit Todd Bridges? You must tell us more about this in a post. Also, you must contact Jason and tell him I’m up in Maine pining away for him.
I can’t write a post about it unless I can figure out how to connect it to food. I’m a purist that way. Maybe he threw up his lunch after I hit him — that would sort of be food related. I must’ve had a meal with Todd Bridges at some point. Hmmm, let’s see — Maine lust, celebrity and lobster… maybe something in there.
You are a clever fellow. I’m sure you can make a connection somehow. Or do a guest post for me! As you can see, I’m no purist. (But I know you have an aversion to guest posting.)
Not at all, no one’s ever asked me to guest post. (I think people are afraid of me. 😉 I thought we were going to exchange guests posts, no?
Yes! We must discuss this possibility at length. Sometime in August?
Sure thing! I’ll be posting from the 49th state the first part of the month, but am wide open after that.
Just took this to email…
Probably wouldn’t do you any favors having me tell him anything, BTW. It was a long time ago, but he might hold a grudge…
Haha! D – Todd Bridges probably deserved a slug more than Jason. I just know it.
I think everyone’s getting away from the central point of this comment thread, which is my seething jealousy. I’m going to need a lot of local bacon and booze to soothe my wounded ego.
Wait a minute. I’M a smoking cauldron of seething BFF jealousy in need of bacon and booze. And none of it has to be local.
If you ever drink with me, Peg, the bacon will definitely be local and the booze will be booze.
Ha! Jules, your jealousy is unfounded, because your ‘stache-glassed face hangs in my office, in my living room, and over my bed. I even keep your business card under my pillow.
Haven’t got time to read (at the moment) all the awesomeness that is your blog, but just wanted to say that I’m in Maine at this very moment and can totally understand why no one would want to leave. The only traffic noise is that from the few boats on Penobscot bay. It smells like live Christmas trees that I can only enjoy in December and we’re about to head out for real lobstah. I’m think I’m in heaven.
How was that lobstah, Babs? Maine is like a fairyland of oceans, seafood, and quaint-ness.
I’m so glad you’re enjoying Maine and you enjoy my blog. 🙂
Look at how adorable you and Darla are!!! Love it
Thanks, Daile. “Adorable” is a stretch (for me anyway)!
At least accept adorkable? I have a similar photo of me with massive metal glasses in printed leggings and a crochet top. It’s funny now but i thought I was so cool!
Adorkable = my new favorite word
That junior high ‘locker photo’ made my morning. I’m still in denial about Darla’s lobstah aversion. Your interview was so fabulous. I love you both like I love champagne.
Whoa. That is a lot of love. I’m floating away on the bubbles of your love right now…