it's hard to be two.

for the boyfriend's mother.

i'm having a problem with the dump water today. we're running low and someone put them all in the fridge. i guess they were thinking "who doesn't like cold water?". and normally they'd be right, but the dump water is not to be chilled. there's nothing that makes it more dumpy than to be cold. i just had to share that.

what else...well...the park is open. we're planning a barbecue on sand beach. i'm not sure if it's legal...but we'll find out. aslong as we don't have alcohol we should be fine. i'm taking extra care to get the most out of maine this summer. bar harbor anyway. if everything goes to plan it'll be my last summer living on the island. i'm already a little nostalgic about it. i've been meaning to hike more every year and i still haven't done half the hikes in acadia. this summer. no second job, no bi-weekly drives to nashvegas. i'm going to get my ass to the park and climb some hills and ride the carriage roads. i really don't deserve to live here if i don't take advantage of it.

i'm getting more resigned to the paint color in the bedroom. particularly as we have so much of it. we could paint the entire house inside and out i think. a world of pistachio. there is however a small problem with the wiring. the light in the bedroom works great, but none of the four switches in the house control it. every single swith (bedroom, bathroom, hallway) turns on and off the same light...in the living room. it's hilarious. especially as matt didn't do the wiring. his dad and his brother, the professional contractors, did it. they're going to have a great time figuring it out.

we're waiting for the ground to dry out to do the rest of the work. i have more painting to do and matt has a big long list of things to do. since i know nothing about pumps and lines and connecting the toilet...it's my job to go shopping all day and bring lunch at the appropriate hour. i can handle it, just about. it's almost sunny today so they might start work soon. i can't wait to have water out there.

in other news, matt's mom's birthday is friday. we painted a platter and i'm making her cream puffs (she doesn't like cake but she told me last year her mom used to make her cream puffs so i'm going for the kiss up award for making them). i really hope she likes them. i hadn't considered she'd gone off them but then they're never in the house. oh well, i have a week to worry about.

you know it's tourist season when people come in to ask where the starbucks is. morons.

this saturday matt's brother and his friend did the 40th annual kenduskeag stream portage...uhh canoe race. four hours of canoeing goodness. we hauled ass into town so we could stand in the cold and rain at six mile falls to watch them dump. they didn't tip, and neither did the guy who does the whole thing standing like a gondala dude, but a whole lot of other folks did. one guy screamed "fucking vultures" at the shore which was really nice for the children waving at their daddy.* a few boats actually sank more than tipped, water well covering the sides. some assholes next to us were shouting "bail bail, you can still win this thing." we laughed anyway.

it was great fun. it was great fun chasing them all over bangor and taking pictures. "here's a picture of them paddling, and another one of them paddling...". mostly we did alot of waiting in the rain. but we always knew when they were coming because nate was doing this primal male yelling thing the whole 16 miles and also shouting "that's my mom, say hi to my mom!" to his fellow paddlers as they passed us. it was an experience.


*who incidentally was trying to lift the canoe to empty it and wave at his kids at the same time.

i just had to send a receipt to texas so an inmate can be released his copy of the prince i sold him on half.com. i'm torn between being freaked out about the combination of prisoners and machiavelli and worrying about my customer service at not providing a receipt earlier. i guess he's got time.

i almost forgot about my neighbor, the horse lady. SHE GOT ANOTHER CAT. as in she had two already. and now she has another one. that's three. cats. in a studio.

i've been hearing cat fighting late at night. the screams wake us up and they scare the chairman. i thought at first that mr sad dog got a companion so the woeful howling would stop. but the howling and the cat screams and the incessent ammonia scent carry on.

i finally asked mr sad dog if he was hearing the ROWR's but he doesn't hear it. but he smells the litter. it comes up through his heating vent. and guess what, it comes up through mine too! matt discovered this as he was getting dressed this morning.

actually i'm kind of relieved. as completely disgusting as smelling the urine of three cats through the heating vent is...i'm glad it's not my cat pissing all over the house which is what i thought before. see, there's always a bright side!

it's going to be a very long summer.

every poohy day at the bank makes me spend more time googling librarianship.

why i love our trainee teller, a play in one act.

scene: two cars are parked together almost as though a battery is about to be jumped.

christine: i think we need to move your car a little closer
amy: yes, i was afraid to run you over. now i will get in my car and turn the key and hit the gas as to propel the vehicle forward.
(amy walks toward door of car)

enter morons 1 & 2, stage left

moron 1 : someone said you guys don't know what you're doing
moron 2 :yeah.

amy & christine: uhhhh, hello

moron 2 : these cars aren't close enough

amy: well thanks, but we're on it

moron 1: maybe we can like will it to move with our minds.

christine : don't you have a game of dungeons and dragons to get to?

i've decided that with spring comes the crazies in public spaces. there was another singing lady in the athletic apparel section at target this weekend. and then in the dressing room. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. matt and i did alot of shopping and at the end of the day with the 600th child screaming "daddy! daddy!" matt said "i really have to make that appointment". he cracks me up

i chose colors this weekend and probably i'll paint next weekend. pine fresh and orange cream, bedroom and living room. they're better than they sound, i swear.

i have nothing else to say really, except that i had an epiphany this weekend. matt and i were talking about how i don't know what to do with my life. and he asked if i'd ever thought of being a librarian. HELLO! he said "you love books, you love helping people, it would be low stress..." he's absolutely right. why didn't i see it. i alphabetize my whole house! because i like it. so i'm going to look into how much schooling i need to be a librarian. he's a smart boy.

i haven't felt much like blogging. maybe it's losing an hour. maybe it's the storm of the century weather (read: hail, snow and rain in the space of an hour). i don't know, but i'm a grump.

i am sort of looking forward to painting matt's house, which i'll get to do this weekend if the rain stops. i've been starring at paint chips the last few days. i'm partial to kissed awake and celadon green. atleast the celadon tells you what color it's supposed to be. the kissed awake, besides having a terrible name, is a sort of light pink that could be easily considered orange or maybe a peach. it's from the disney collection. i'd like it to be known that i was only looking at the disney paints because the lady in the behr section was singing. audibly. and with no tune or sense of stopping in the near future. who sings in home depot? why? she seemed to think it was a pleasant and adorable quirk by the way she smiled at everyone but really i just wanted to look at the yellows that aren't named after pooh.

yesterday sucked ass. i had to go to the new branch* because someone was out. it was their first day in the new building and they were having a big party and no one knew where anything was and it was AWFUL. and also the phones and computers were dead and no one seemed very concerned. except me. when they left me to handle the whole bank and drive-thru by myself using the sharp machines** and with no money. either bob thinks i'm extremely capable or else he's a masochistic bastard.

i think probably he had no idea that i don't know how to use the sharp machines and they don't have written instructions like we do. and every vp of the bank was standing around eating cake while i quietly went insane. fortuitously i had to leave early for sara. sara who was passing out in our branch all day but couldn't go home because i wasn't there.*** it was madness. completely avoidable madness and that is what pisses me off. and also one of the video workers kept hitting on me and i was meaner than i need to be out of sheer frustration and i moved his ladder while he was still stuck in the ceiling. whoops.

i spent my day reminding myself that it's just a job and also to check the want ads on thursday when the papers come out. i'm tired of hearing how valued i am and then being treated like dirt. they didn't call today but i wouldn't have gone. i refuse to go back there. if they want me to be a floating teller they can pay me like a floating teller.

*it's very pretty by the way.
**overgrown adding machines, old school banking.
***i wasn't there because there was no one else in the whole organization that could be spared apparently but half the main office and the manager of the "busiest" branch had time to come and eat cake and stare at the steam rising from my ears.