Wednesday, April 30, 2008
The Nature Of City Living
9:20 a.m. / 09:20
I am primarily a city girl. I enjoy getting out in woods from time to time, I had a great grandfather who farmed, my mother is sort of a country-city hybrid, but ultimately I'm pretty much a city girl. (Even if I do live in a city where everyone shops at Rural King and there's a corn field behind that one Taco Bell.)
Yesterday's We the Robots comic reminded me of something that's been on my mind off and on as I try to gain control of my new yard that came with my new house. If you live in a city, or probably any town, hamlet, whatnot you know that the city, town, hamlet, whatnot will fine your ass if you let your yard get overgrown. So you must conquer nature. Once you've conquered nature, though, you'll find that things are looking somewhat ugly. So then you have to re-create nature by planting pretty flowers and a few nice bushes. I'm not down on gardening or anything, it's just that it all seems kind of ironic at times. This whole cycle of thought is born out of the fact that so far, I'm managing to keep things under control in my yard so that my neighbors don't call the city on me, but I haven't found the time to really plant anything, really make the yard look nice, not sort of pillaged. I have several days off coming up, so if the weather is on my side maybe I'll have something in the ground by this time next week.
I am primarily a city girl. I enjoy getting out in woods from time to time, I had a great grandfather who farmed, my mother is sort of a country-city hybrid, but ultimately I'm pretty much a city girl. (Even if I do live in a city where everyone shops at Rural King and there's a corn field behind that one Taco Bell.)
Yesterday's We the Robots comic reminded me of something that's been on my mind off and on as I try to gain control of my new yard that came with my new house. If you live in a city, or probably any town, hamlet, whatnot you know that the city, town, hamlet, whatnot will fine your ass if you let your yard get overgrown. So you must conquer nature. Once you've conquered nature, though, you'll find that things are looking somewhat ugly. So then you have to re-create nature by planting pretty flowers and a few nice bushes. I'm not down on gardening or anything, it's just that it all seems kind of ironic at times. This whole cycle of thought is born out of the fact that so far, I'm managing to keep things under control in my yard so that my neighbors don't call the city on me, but I haven't found the time to really plant anything, really make the yard look nice, not sort of pillaged. I have several days off coming up, so if the weather is on my side maybe I'll have something in the ground by this time next week.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
When The Earthquake Wasn't Enough
7:30 a.m. / 07:30
I believe that post-before-last I made some sort of promise or guarantee type of statement to fill you in on events later in the day on the Friday of the earthquake. You'd really think that an earthquake would get a day of it's own, and I suppose for most people that's how it was, but I got to have a second unnerving experience that day.
In the early afternoon I ventured out to buy some wrenches and stop by work to say hi and talk about the earthquake. Maybe an hour after I got home, I was in my garage tightening the bolts on my new lawnmower with one of my new wrenches when I heard a series of loud bangs. It occurred to me that it might be a gun, but I sort of doubted it. I am extremely far from being a gun expert, but my big clue here was the number of bangs. I didn't actually count them but it sounded like too many for one gun and the pattern seemed too even for two guns or one gun re-loaded. One way or another, I was alright.
Then came the sirens. Okay... maybe I was wrong. I put down my wrench and walked in through the house to the front porch. I happened to have the day off because I was working over the weekend, but I wasn't the only one home on the street that afternoon. Most of my neighbors are older and they were all out on their front porches before I got to mine. There were police cars all up and down the street. All the neighbors were checking in with one another. No one knew what was going on for sure, not even the police who were asking everyone but me if they saw anything. (Do I look unreliable? Do you think it was the Spare An Animal; Eat A Vegetable hat?) I was darting in an out of the house while the police checked things out. I went to lock up my garage and let EvilDucky, who was at work, know what was going on (go Gmail chat!), since her house isn't far from mine.
My last trip out to the front porch four police officers were walking down the middle of my street with (I think) rifles. People, I grew up in the ghetto (or what passes for a ghetto here) and I've never seen that before. I guess I was doing a really good job of looking like a concerned citizen, because one of the rifle-baring officers turned and looked at me kind of funny and asked if anyone had told me it was just a car backfiring. HA! I was just kind of like "Oh... good" and turned and ran in the house before I started laughing.
I believe that post-before-last I made some sort of promise or guarantee type of statement to fill you in on events later in the day on the Friday of the earthquake. You'd really think that an earthquake would get a day of it's own, and I suppose for most people that's how it was, but I got to have a second unnerving experience that day.
In the early afternoon I ventured out to buy some wrenches and stop by work to say hi and talk about the earthquake. Maybe an hour after I got home, I was in my garage tightening the bolts on my new lawnmower with one of my new wrenches when I heard a series of loud bangs. It occurred to me that it might be a gun, but I sort of doubted it. I am extremely far from being a gun expert, but my big clue here was the number of bangs. I didn't actually count them but it sounded like too many for one gun and the pattern seemed too even for two guns or one gun re-loaded. One way or another, I was alright.
Then came the sirens. Okay... maybe I was wrong. I put down my wrench and walked in through the house to the front porch. I happened to have the day off because I was working over the weekend, but I wasn't the only one home on the street that afternoon. Most of my neighbors are older and they were all out on their front porches before I got to mine. There were police cars all up and down the street. All the neighbors were checking in with one another. No one knew what was going on for sure, not even the police who were asking everyone but me if they saw anything. (Do I look unreliable? Do you think it was the Spare An Animal; Eat A Vegetable hat?) I was darting in an out of the house while the police checked things out. I went to lock up my garage and let EvilDucky, who was at work, know what was going on (go Gmail chat!), since her house isn't far from mine.
My last trip out to the front porch four police officers were walking down the middle of my street with (I think) rifles. People, I grew up in the ghetto (or what passes for a ghetto here) and I've never seen that before. I guess I was doing a really good job of looking like a concerned citizen, because one of the rifle-baring officers turned and looked at me kind of funny and asked if anyone had told me it was just a car backfiring. HA! I was just kind of like "Oh... good" and turned and ran in the house before I started laughing.
Friday, April 25, 2008
Back In The Day At The Ice Cream Shop
8:05 a.m. / 08:05
This may or may not be common knowledge around the blog here, but before I went to work for the public library, I worked in an ice cream & sandwich shop. While talking to a friend last night, I started remembering a lot of the stuff that I encountered working there, especially the odd stuff.
If I asked you how many double scoops with chocolate almond on the bottom and orange on the top you'd make in three years, you'd probably guess 0, right? In my experience, the answer is quite a few. Towards the end, I think I actually thought about trying the combination myself to see if there was something I was missing.
I was often curious about things the customer did repeatedly... like ordering pineapple shakes and blueberry shakes even though we didn't have pineapple or blueberry. One night I got so curious about the blueberry I got out the phone book and called around to find out who was serving those. Also, it turns out pineapple shakes are delicious, so I can understand wanting one, but please, read the menu, then order.
Which reminds me: butterscotch vs. carmel. Where I worked we had carmel, but not butterscotch. People frequently ordered butterscotch and then when told we didn't have it change to carmel and tell us it was the same thing like they couldn't believe how dumb we were. It really is not the same thing.
Last but not least: pronunciation of almond and pecan. Some people like to pronounce the al- part of almond like the name Al. Some people, often the same people like to say pecan as pee-can. No, no, no. These are right up there with liberry. I never got used to it really; I'd wince every time.
This may or may not be common knowledge around the blog here, but before I went to work for the public library, I worked in an ice cream & sandwich shop. While talking to a friend last night, I started remembering a lot of the stuff that I encountered working there, especially the odd stuff.
If I asked you how many double scoops with chocolate almond on the bottom and orange on the top you'd make in three years, you'd probably guess 0, right? In my experience, the answer is quite a few. Towards the end, I think I actually thought about trying the combination myself to see if there was something I was missing.
I was often curious about things the customer did repeatedly... like ordering pineapple shakes and blueberry shakes even though we didn't have pineapple or blueberry. One night I got so curious about the blueberry I got out the phone book and called around to find out who was serving those. Also, it turns out pineapple shakes are delicious, so I can understand wanting one, but please, read the menu, then order.
Which reminds me: butterscotch vs. carmel. Where I worked we had carmel, but not butterscotch. People frequently ordered butterscotch and then when told we didn't have it change to carmel and tell us it was the same thing like they couldn't believe how dumb we were. It really is not the same thing.
Last but not least: pronunciation of almond and pecan. Some people like to pronounce the al- part of almond like the name Al. Some people, often the same people like to say pecan as pee-can. No, no, no. These are right up there with liberry. I never got used to it really; I'd wince every time.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Don't Take Tissues From Strangers
1:00 p.m. / 13:00
I was only trying to do the right thing, but I think I scared the hell out of two little girls at a Mexican restaurant last night. I ended up in a restroom stall without toilet paper. This, by the way, is the second time in less than a week that I ended up in a restroom stall at a Mexican restaurant without toilet paper. What gives? Anyway, I had tissues in my purse so I survived alright. As I left the stall, I held out the tissue packet to two little girls waiting and told them there wasn't any toilet paper in that one, and would they like a tissue? They didn't say a word or move an inch. They just went all bug-eyed like I'd offered them crack rocks instead of tissues. I didn't want to do anymore harm, so I left. It's a very strangely arranged restroom, so I while I washed my hands, I could not see if either girl went into the stall without toilet paper. Did I do something wrong? I've tried to think of how I would have reacted to such a thing as a little girl, and honestly, I'm not sure.
Tune in tomorrow... or someday... maybe later today... to read about how apparently, and earthquake was not enough to make my Friday interesting.
I was only trying to do the right thing, but I think I scared the hell out of two little girls at a Mexican restaurant last night. I ended up in a restroom stall without toilet paper. This, by the way, is the second time in less than a week that I ended up in a restroom stall at a Mexican restaurant without toilet paper. What gives? Anyway, I had tissues in my purse so I survived alright. As I left the stall, I held out the tissue packet to two little girls waiting and told them there wasn't any toilet paper in that one, and would they like a tissue? They didn't say a word or move an inch. They just went all bug-eyed like I'd offered them crack rocks instead of tissues. I didn't want to do anymore harm, so I left. It's a very strangely arranged restroom, so I while I washed my hands, I could not see if either girl went into the stall without toilet paper. Did I do something wrong? I've tried to think of how I would have reacted to such a thing as a little girl, and honestly, I'm not sure.
Tune in tomorrow... or someday... maybe later today... to read about how apparently, and earthquake was not enough to make my Friday interesting.
Friday, April 18, 2008
Earthquake
5:15 a.m. / 05:15
I'm about to try and get back to sleep, but I was shaken from the comfort of sleep about 45 minutes ago by an honest-to-God earthquake. Everything is okay, but I confess I was more panicky than I ever would have expected when it happened.
I'm about to try and get back to sleep, but I was shaken from the comfort of sleep about 45 minutes ago by an honest-to-God earthquake. Everything is okay, but I confess I was more panicky than I ever would have expected when it happened.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Reminder About Poem In Your Pocket Day
9:24 p.m. / 21:24
Poem In Your Pocket Day is tomorrow-- April 17th.
I haven't selected a poem yet and I'm just tired enough I don't know if I will. I most certainly will share it with you tomorrow, though, if I make a selection.
Poem In Your Pocket Day is tomorrow-- April 17th.
I haven't selected a poem yet and I'm just tired enough I don't know if I will. I most certainly will share it with you tomorrow, though, if I make a selection.
Sometimes Mabel Thinks She's People
10:15 a.m. / 10:15
I frequently find Mabel in my bed spreading her kitty hair all over my sheets. The day I took this picture, she was laying right between the top of the covers and the pillows, like she was waiting for someone to come tuck her in. Do you think my mom is right? Should, after all these years of protesting the notion, start making my bed everyday?
For the record, I've been making an effort to try and blog about things that are not Mabel. So if you're getting tired of Mabel posts, I'm working on it. But isn't she adorable?
I frequently find Mabel in my bed spreading her kitty hair all over my sheets. The day I took this picture, she was laying right between the top of the covers and the pillows, like she was waiting for someone to come tuck her in. Do you think my mom is right? Should, after all these years of protesting the notion, start making my bed everyday?
For the record, I've been making an effort to try and blog about things that are not Mabel. So if you're getting tired of Mabel posts, I'm working on it. But isn't she adorable?
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Shoes On Sale
11:30 p.m. / 23:30
I went to Shoe Zoo for some white Chucks this afternoon and then I changed my mind. I decided since I was there I ought to check the clearance section. There I found cat Chucks and butterfly Chucks. The cat pair was labeled "clearance", but it was more like "sale". The butterfly pair had a more clearance-like price. I bought both. I couldn't help myself. I looked for professional pictures online, but couldn't find any. The cats, which are kind of hard to see so you'll just have to trust me, are the same style as the sheep I already have.
I went to Shoe Zoo for some white Chucks this afternoon and then I changed my mind. I decided since I was there I ought to check the clearance section. There I found cat Chucks and butterfly Chucks. The cat pair was labeled "clearance", but it was more like "sale". The butterfly pair had a more clearance-like price. I bought both. I couldn't help myself. I looked for professional pictures online, but couldn't find any. The cats, which are kind of hard to see so you'll just have to trust me, are the same style as the sheep I already have.
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Saturday, April 12, 2008
9 To 5 At La Biblioteca
9:40 p.m. / 21:40
Actually, I never work 9 to 5. Does anybody?
I've often thought about writing a Day In the Life of Library Girl post, but inevitably, there are stretches of my day were I do... nothing. That's hard to write about. So instead I will share with you some of today's highlights:
I started my day by eating cake for breakfast and then almost falling back asleep on the sofa with Mabel.
My cell phone started ringing when I neared the library. I think everyone knows that on Saturday mornings I'm either at work or asleep, so this was a little odd. It was my friend The American Mutt*. It seems he had been behind me somewhere in traffic and he thought it odd I chose to turn off at the light, and not further down. Mostly I think he wanted to say hello.
I arrived at work only average late, not really late.
After getting my computer going, I set myself up with my favorite staff mug with coffee and hot chocolate. Unfortunately, I couldn't take it to my desk.
I put away new books, put out the newspapers and cleaned up another poetry book for the display.
While I was cleaning up the poetry book, one of the shelvers hid the mug of coffee one of the clerks had been drinking. Great. That was sure-fire sign that my coffee was going to disappear too.
I went back to my desk and started in on the magazines that the magazine shelver had left on my desk yesterday to be withdrawn from the system. I sat there zealously ripping the back covers off of them (barcodes to be sent downtown) when I decided to flip over a copy of Organic Gardening and consider saving it for a friend. What I saw was shocking. It was the new issue. I started checking the other magazines. I had ripped the back covers off of almost all of the new magazines that came in yesterday while I was off. The magazine shelver had stacked the ones to be withdrawn right on top of the ones that were new.
I went looking for the shelver to kill him. He thought I wanted to kill him because he had indeed hidden my mug of coffee and hot chocolate. No, I wanted to kill him because I was going to have to tape all those back covers back on. I'd have made him do it, but I was more comfortable with doing the work myself. Honestly, it was kind of funny. I had some trouble keeping a straight face while I explained that he is never again to stack withdrawal magazines on top of new magazines. Also, I could tell by his shock that my anger was unrelated to the coffee hide-n-seek that it had been an honest mistake.
I ate leftover pizza and started reading a new book on my 20-minute lunch.
I asked two of the shelvers what it meant that everyone unknowingly uses an algorithm to give change using the smallest number of coins possible, but I sometimes give weird change on purpose, especially back when I worked in an ice cream shop and ran a register all the time. The best answer one of the boys gave is that I must not like monotony. He said it's like starting at the end of your shelving section instead of the beginning.
My Monday night Bible Man kid showed up and I didn't realize who he was until he asked for Bible Man videos because it wasn't Monday night.
My art history teacher from college stopped in with a stumping reference question. She's trying to find a place to rent one of those lights that's kind of like the bat signal, only not.
There were people selecting movies up to closing time... not all that odd for a Saturday.
After work I bought potting soil and re-potted a plant before I even went inside to feed Mabel.
Now, right now, I'm awaiting the arrival of velocibadgergirl to watch some Sex & the City and eat leftover cake from the other night when basscomm came over.
*The American Mutt does in fact have a blog, but as he's never posted even one tiny useless crappy post, there's not sense in linking to it.
Actually, I never work 9 to 5. Does anybody?
I've often thought about writing a Day In the Life of Library Girl post, but inevitably, there are stretches of my day were I do... nothing. That's hard to write about. So instead I will share with you some of today's highlights:
I started my day by eating cake for breakfast and then almost falling back asleep on the sofa with Mabel.
My cell phone started ringing when I neared the library. I think everyone knows that on Saturday mornings I'm either at work or asleep, so this was a little odd. It was my friend The American Mutt*. It seems he had been behind me somewhere in traffic and he thought it odd I chose to turn off at the light, and not further down. Mostly I think he wanted to say hello.
I arrived at work only average late, not really late.
After getting my computer going, I set myself up with my favorite staff mug with coffee and hot chocolate. Unfortunately, I couldn't take it to my desk.
I put away new books, put out the newspapers and cleaned up another poetry book for the display.
While I was cleaning up the poetry book, one of the shelvers hid the mug of coffee one of the clerks had been drinking. Great. That was sure-fire sign that my coffee was going to disappear too.
I went back to my desk and started in on the magazines that the magazine shelver had left on my desk yesterday to be withdrawn from the system. I sat there zealously ripping the back covers off of them (barcodes to be sent downtown) when I decided to flip over a copy of Organic Gardening and consider saving it for a friend. What I saw was shocking. It was the new issue. I started checking the other magazines. I had ripped the back covers off of almost all of the new magazines that came in yesterday while I was off. The magazine shelver had stacked the ones to be withdrawn right on top of the ones that were new.
I went looking for the shelver to kill him. He thought I wanted to kill him because he had indeed hidden my mug of coffee and hot chocolate. No, I wanted to kill him because I was going to have to tape all those back covers back on. I'd have made him do it, but I was more comfortable with doing the work myself. Honestly, it was kind of funny. I had some trouble keeping a straight face while I explained that he is never again to stack withdrawal magazines on top of new magazines. Also, I could tell by his shock that my anger was unrelated to the coffee hide-n-seek that it had been an honest mistake.
I ate leftover pizza and started reading a new book on my 20-minute lunch.
I asked two of the shelvers what it meant that everyone unknowingly uses an algorithm to give change using the smallest number of coins possible, but I sometimes give weird change on purpose, especially back when I worked in an ice cream shop and ran a register all the time. The best answer one of the boys gave is that I must not like monotony. He said it's like starting at the end of your shelving section instead of the beginning.
My Monday night Bible Man kid showed up and I didn't realize who he was until he asked for Bible Man videos because it wasn't Monday night.
My art history teacher from college stopped in with a stumping reference question. She's trying to find a place to rent one of those lights that's kind of like the bat signal, only not.
There were people selecting movies up to closing time... not all that odd for a Saturday.
After work I bought potting soil and re-potted a plant before I even went inside to feed Mabel.
Now, right now, I'm awaiting the arrival of velocibadgergirl to watch some Sex & the City and eat leftover cake from the other night when basscomm came over.
*The American Mutt does in fact have a blog, but as he's never posted even one tiny useless crappy post, there's not sense in linking to it.
Labels: on the job
Last Chance
6:30 p.m. / 18:30
I'll be posting the answers to the movie quotes meme thing soon. If you've already guessed one, but would like to guess another, go right on ahead.
I'll be posting the answers to the movie quotes meme thing soon. If you've already guessed one, but would like to guess another, go right on ahead.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Domestication
6:26 p.m. / 18:26
I work in a library. You know that already; but it's relevant to this post so I thought I'd mention it again. It's almost unavoidable that a few times a year I'll drag home piles of non-fiction books that will never be read cover-to-cover, if at all. It's just too easy to bring them home when you're surrounded by them all day and it doesn't cost money. Usually they are in some way or another aimed at self-improvement. The latest batch seems somewhat aimed at domesticating me. It must be the newborn homeowner in me. So, take a look at what I've been reading. Or not reading.
The Lazy Gardener by Mara Grey
Gardening From the Ground Up: Rock-Bottom Basics for Absolute Beginners by Maggie Stuckey
The Complete Idiot's Guide to Gardening (2nd Ed.) by June O'Connor & Emma Sweeny
You Grow Girl: The Groundbreaking Guide to Gardening by Gayla Trail (see YouGrowGirl.com)
Morning Glories & Moonflowers: A Guide to Climbing, Trailing and Cascading Plants by Anne Halpin
Down & Dirty: 43 Fun & Funky First-Time Projects & Activities to Get You Gardening by Ellen Zachos
Covering Ground: Unexpected Ideas for Landscaping With Colorful Low-Maintenance Ground Covers by Barbara W. Ellis
How to Invest $50 - $5,000 by Nancy Dunnan (That's the name on the cover, anyway. The library has it as an author-less book. *shrug*)
Go Green, Live Rich: 50 Simple Ways to Save the Earth (and Get Rich Trying) by David Bach (I'm a bit skeptical of this one.)
Green Chic: Saving the Earth in Style by Christie Matheson (We'll see...)
Skinny Bitch : A No-Nonsense, Tough-Love Guide for Savvy Girls Who Want to Stop Eating Crap and Start Looking Fabulous! and Skinny Bitch in the Kitch: Kick-Ass Recipes for Hungry Girls Who Want to Stop Cooking Crap (and Start Looking Hot!) by Rory Freedman and Kim Barnouin (They're vegan of all things! I was curious...)
Baking Illustrated: The Practical Kitchen Companion for the Home Baker by the editors of Cook's Illustrated
Basic Baking : Everything You Need to Know to Get You Started, Plus 101 Luscious Desserts That You Can Make by Lora Brody
The Cake Book by Tish Boyle
Have you ever read or consulted any of these books? What did you think?Labels: books
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
Time Killer
10: 40 p.m. / 22:40
1. What is your occupation? Readers' Advisor (kind of a librarian)
2. What color are your socks right now? I'm not wearing socks right now. My toesies are nude.
3. What are you listening to right now? iTunes -- Weird Al, Dolly Parton, Barenaked Ladies, The Cure, The Eels, Lynn Anderson, The Righteous Brothers and more are on the list tonight!)
4. What is the last thing you ate? Cadbury Mini Eggs (not those nasty cream eggs)
5. Can you drive stick shift? no
6. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? green?
7. Last person you spoke to on the phone? I think it was a patron; I don't think I've used a phone since I left work hours ago.
8. What’s your favorite yoga pose? Am I supposed to have a favorite yoga pose?
9. How old are you today? 26 years... 8 months, 1 week and 1 day
10. Favorite drink? Does it matter? I like orange juice, Chi lattes, Cherry Coke, chocolate milk, Cherry 7Up, Ski, pina coladas, amaretto sours, Coca-Cola & Pepsi from a fountain and some other stuff.
11. What is your favorite sport to watch? Huh...
12. Have you ever dyed your hair? no
13. Pets? Mabel
14. Favorite cake? My favorite? Fresh cake? Fresh cake, easy on the icing... that's pretty close.
15. Last movie you saw? Feast of Love (DVD); 27 Dresses (movie theater)
16. Favorite day of the year? no idea
17. How do you vent anger? Mostly I talk about it, but once in awhile I write about it or throw paperbacks.
18. What was your favorite toy as a child? I guess Alveena, if that's even how her name was supposed to be spelled. She's a Cabbage Patch doll, but not the regular one... she was a newborn or a preemie or something like that.
19. Autumn or spring? yes
20. Hugs or kisses? no comment
21. Cherry or blueberry? blueberry
22. Living arrangements? Nice, tiny house that I own.
23. Last time you cried? There might have been a tear or two during a movie earlier. I don't remember the last time I really cried.
24. What is on the floor of your closet? dirty laundry
25. Who is the friend you’ve had the longest? velocibadgergirl
26. Favorite smell? baked stuff? chocolate? mint-chocolate?
27. Who or what inspires you? I'm not the most inspired person... maybe books inspire me?
28. What are you afraid of? I don't think much about what I'm afraid of. Maybe I'm afraid of the future.
29. Hamburgers? Well, it used to be cheeseburgers, but then I went vegetarian 6.5 years ago, so now it's veggie burgers with cheese.
30. Favorite car? not mine
31. Number of keys on your key ring? 9
32. How many years at your current job? Well... almost 7... kind of. I've been promoted three times, so I guess it depends on how we're defining "job".
33. Favorite day of the week? Not sure; I've always done badly with Mondays, but that's been improving since I don't go to work until 12:00 on Mondays now.
34. How many countries have you lived in? I've lived in an equal number of countries, states, counties & cities: 1. I have, however, managed to live in multiple townships. Oh, yeah, I'm like, freakin' nomadic when you're talkin' townships.
35. Dream job? I don't know exactly... it seems I'm awful close some days; so far away on others.
1. What is your occupation? Readers' Advisor (kind of a librarian)
2. What color are your socks right now? I'm not wearing socks right now. My toesies are nude.
3. What are you listening to right now? iTunes -- Weird Al, Dolly Parton, Barenaked Ladies, The Cure, The Eels, Lynn Anderson, The Righteous Brothers and more are on the list tonight!)
4. What is the last thing you ate? Cadbury Mini Eggs (not those nasty cream eggs)
5. Can you drive stick shift? no
6. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? green?
7. Last person you spoke to on the phone? I think it was a patron; I don't think I've used a phone since I left work hours ago.
8. What’s your favorite yoga pose? Am I supposed to have a favorite yoga pose?
9. How old are you today? 26 years... 8 months, 1 week and 1 day
10. Favorite drink? Does it matter? I like orange juice, Chi lattes, Cherry Coke, chocolate milk, Cherry 7Up, Ski, pina coladas, amaretto sours, Coca-Cola & Pepsi from a fountain and some other stuff.
11. What is your favorite sport to watch? Huh...
12. Have you ever dyed your hair? no
13. Pets? Mabel
14. Favorite cake? My favorite? Fresh cake? Fresh cake, easy on the icing... that's pretty close.
15. Last movie you saw? Feast of Love (DVD); 27 Dresses (movie theater)
16. Favorite day of the year? no idea
17. How do you vent anger? Mostly I talk about it, but once in awhile I write about it or throw paperbacks.
18. What was your favorite toy as a child? I guess Alveena, if that's even how her name was supposed to be spelled. She's a Cabbage Patch doll, but not the regular one... she was a newborn or a preemie or something like that.
19. Autumn or spring? yes
20. Hugs or kisses? no comment
21. Cherry or blueberry? blueberry
22. Living arrangements? Nice, tiny house that I own.
23. Last time you cried? There might have been a tear or two during a movie earlier. I don't remember the last time I really cried.
24. What is on the floor of your closet? dirty laundry
25. Who is the friend you’ve had the longest? velocibadgergirl
26. Favorite smell? baked stuff? chocolate? mint-chocolate?
27. Who or what inspires you? I'm not the most inspired person... maybe books inspire me?
28. What are you afraid of? I don't think much about what I'm afraid of. Maybe I'm afraid of the future.
29. Hamburgers? Well, it used to be cheeseburgers, but then I went vegetarian 6.5 years ago, so now it's veggie burgers with cheese.
30. Favorite car? not mine
31. Number of keys on your key ring? 9
32. How many years at your current job? Well... almost 7... kind of. I've been promoted three times, so I guess it depends on how we're defining "job".
33. Favorite day of the week? Not sure; I've always done badly with Mondays, but that's been improving since I don't go to work until 12:00 on Mondays now.
34. How many countries have you lived in? I've lived in an equal number of countries, states, counties & cities: 1. I have, however, managed to live in multiple townships. Oh, yeah, I'm like, freakin' nomadic when you're talkin' townships.
35. Dream job? I don't know exactly... it seems I'm awful close some days; so far away on others.
Spring Weather
8:33 p.m. / 20:33
It's during the transitional seasons that people's temperature preferences become most noticeable. I still have the heat on, although it isn't having to do much. At the same time, I can hear that some of the people living in the little apartments next to my house are running their air conditioners. How about you? Is your heat still on? Do you have the windows open? Is your air conditioner roaring away?
It's during the transitional seasons that people's temperature preferences become most noticeable. I still have the heat on, although it isn't having to do much. At the same time, I can hear that some of the people living in the little apartments next to my house are running their air conditioners. How about you? Is your heat still on? Do you have the windows open? Is your air conditioner roaring away?
Monday, April 07, 2008
I Forgot To Tell You
5:39 p.m. / 17:39
April is National Poetry Month. I did a little research last week while pulling books for a display here at la biblioteca and have some links I meant to share earlier than um... the 7th day of the month.
National Poetry Month
Poem In Your Pocket Day (April 17th)
Poem-A-Day (via e-mail subscription)
April is National Poetry Month. I did a little research last week while pulling books for a display here at la biblioteca and have some links I meant to share earlier than um... the 7th day of the month.
National Poetry Month
Poem In Your Pocket Day (April 17th)
Poem-A-Day (via e-mail subscription)
Sunday, April 06, 2008
Freshly Laundered Mattress Pad
Movie Quotes Galore
12:25 p.m. / 12:25
It's my turn for the current meme-o-the-month. Velocibadgergirl, Norhas1213 & RabidMonkey have already posted it, if you'd like to check out theirs.
MOVIE QUOTES GALORE
The rules:
1. Who're we calling, sir?
I'm calling the organization of the United Brotherhood of It's None of Your Damn Business, Lewis. I'll be with you in a second.
2. It doesn't matter what Lucy said. I stopped trusting her after she stole my poprocks in the third grade.
3. Don't argue with me! You're mama duck, we follow you. If you go down, they'll scatter. Use your head.
4. Congratulations. You may have just written the first poem to get a negative score on the Pritchard scale.
5. He said no, when he should've said yes. Mama, I killed him, cut his head off
6. What do you need a fake I.D. for?
So I can vote.
7. Forget it! I'm stayin' right where I am. It's gonna take you and the police department and the fire department and the National Guard to get me outta here!
8. Someone has been pissing on my Gamecube and I'm about to close the case.
9. I'm on Shag Highway heading West.
10. Dude, I service society by rocking, OK? I'm out there on the front lines liberating people with my music!
11. Christmas? Christmas means dinner, dinner means death! Death means carnage; Christmas means carnage!
12. So, you've been tellin' everybody I've been sleepin' with ya, huh? Well that explains it! That's why these people treat me like some dime-store floozy. They think I'm screwin' the boss! Oooh, and you just love it, don't you? It gives you some sort of cheap thrill like knockin' over pencils and pickin' up papers! Get your scummy hands offa me! Look I've been straight with you since the first day I got here, and I've put up with all of your pinchin' and starin' and chasin' me around the desk because I need this job. But this is the last straw! Look, I've got a gun out there in my purse. Up until now I've been forgivin' and forgettin' because of the way I was brought up, but I'll tell you one thing. If you ever say another word about me or make another indecent proposal, I'm gonna get that gun of mine, and I'm gonna change you from a rooster to a hen with one shot! And don't think I can't do it.
It's my turn for the current meme-o-the-month. Velocibadgergirl, Norhas1213 & RabidMonkey have already posted it, if you'd like to check out theirs.
MOVIE QUOTES GALORE
The rules:
- Pick 10 (or so) of your favorite movies.
- Find, remember, or look up a quote from each movie.
- Post them here for everyone to guess.
- Strike it out when someone guesses correctly, and put who guessed it and the movie. (I probably won't, but I plan to post an answer key in the comments later on.)
- NO googling or cheating by doing an online search. Cheaters never prosper. Amen.
- Commenters should share the fun and only guess one movie.
1. Who're we calling, sir?
I'm calling the organization of the United Brotherhood of It's None of Your Damn Business, Lewis. I'll be with you in a second.
2. It doesn't matter what Lucy said. I stopped trusting her after she stole my poprocks in the third grade.
3. Don't argue with me! You're mama duck, we follow you. If you go down, they'll scatter. Use your head.
4. Congratulations. You may have just written the first poem to get a negative score on the Pritchard scale.
5. He said no, when he should've said yes. Mama, I killed him, cut his head off
6. What do you need a fake I.D. for?
So I can vote.
7. Forget it! I'm stayin' right where I am. It's gonna take you and the police department and the fire department and the National Guard to get me outta here!
8. Someone has been pissing on my Gamecube and I'm about to close the case.
9. I'm on Shag Highway heading West.
10. Dude, I service society by rocking, OK? I'm out there on the front lines liberating people with my music!
11. Christmas? Christmas means dinner, dinner means death! Death means carnage; Christmas means carnage!
12. So, you've been tellin' everybody I've been sleepin' with ya, huh? Well that explains it! That's why these people treat me like some dime-store floozy. They think I'm screwin' the boss! Oooh, and you just love it, don't you? It gives you some sort of cheap thrill like knockin' over pencils and pickin' up papers! Get your scummy hands offa me! Look I've been straight with you since the first day I got here, and I've put up with all of your pinchin' and starin' and chasin' me around the desk because I need this job. But this is the last straw! Look, I've got a gun out there in my purse. Up until now I've been forgivin' and forgettin' because of the way I was brought up, but I'll tell you one thing. If you ever say another word about me or make another indecent proposal, I'm gonna get that gun of mine, and I'm gonna change you from a rooster to a hen with one shot! And don't think I can't do it.
