The Rowdy Girls

The rowdy girls have invaded the library tonight. Today, I learned of a song called, “Closing Time.” I may have to sing part of it as one of my closing announcements tonight. Rowdy girls. That is what those two girls called themselves on Andy Griffith, right? Of course, these Rowdy Girls would say, “Andy who?” In need of rest… Or was it the fun girls? Oh, Berney. I love to be crowded.

 

Picture

Does anyone know where the picture currently at the top of my blog was taken? No prizes to give. I just like the picture and thought you might, too.

I mean, I know where it is. But do you?

 

Oh, Sarcasm

Sarcasm you are nearby so often. But you do not keep me warm at night.

This is meant to be funny.

But, seriously, why are people expecting me to read their minds tonight?

 

A Family

The phrase “we’re starting a family” when spoken about having a child or trying to have a child is offensive to me. My spouse and I are a family.  Having children should not make us any more of a family — merely more people in our family. I’m sure I’ve said this before. But I want to say, “Oh, so when you got married, that wasn’t for real? You were just pretending to be a family?” Anyway.

 

Take It With a Grain of Salt

But my thoughts are muddy as I sit at the counter. So here are some lyrics to a song:

I am sitting
In the morning
At the diner
On the corner

 

Raw Data

I’m watching (for a minute or two) a live stream of some celebrity / charity event via Ashton Kutcher’s ustream page. Yes, this isn’t HDTV or anything. But I think what I appreciate about it is the fact that it is live and raw data.  I’m so sick of news media not just reporting news but having the gall to explain what the news means and how we should feel about that news.  Show me what’s going on and let me decide for myself. So for today, I like Ashton Kutcher. A lot. But I am already tired of this stream and will go back to reading Rover and piddling around here as I’m trying to get well. Xochitl is crying for something in the kitchen.

 

Fear Not

Ten years ago if a doctor told me I needed to get a shot, I probably would’ve broken down in tears. Same reaction for having to give blood. While I still don’t particularly care for someone trying to get blood from my stubborn veins, I really don’t care. And as far as shots, I am more than glad to drop my drawers for a shot because they work to make you feel better more quickly.  I guess this is something positive that came out of my dark days of fertility clinic visits and lupron shots.  Having to deal with these monthly, and sometimes even a few times a week, just make you used to it. And some of the shots made me feel so much better.

God, I give you the glory. Thank you for making me grow up and overcome (almost) these fears.

 

Am I Really That Conservative?

Tonight I got a little discouraged in class. I felt like “A Connecticutt Yankee in King Arthur’s Court.” Or a conservative in library school. Que sera, sera. If we are going to be anti-censorship, then we should not be censoring conservative media. Hello? And of course, this is the short version of the story. But it is an ongoing pet peeve. Another pet peeve shared with my student worker currently on duty is someone handing you a pair of scissors with the pointy side facing toward you and away from the person handing them to you.

 

Sounds Like a Case of the Monday’s

So I got to work at about 3 p.m.  This is my third day in a row since my last off day. I’m pretty happy — looking forward to my trip and everything.  Everyone at work seemed just a little bit grumpy. Then it hit me, it’s their Monday! I mean, it is Monday.  Don’t have a Case of the Monday’s, y’all.  I’m feeling a little legarthic now.

 

Julie & Julia & Emily

We saw Julie & Julia last night.  I enjoyed it very much. During many of the scenes I thought, “I can relate to that.”  The whole not eating eggs thing. The fact I think I’m French sometimes. The whole being happy for people and sad for me when hearing about someone having a child. The curly hair. The working in a gray cubicle. The feeling like all your friends have their lives all together when I didn’t have a clue.  The being completely in love with your man. Wait. I haven’t listed any spoilers, have I? I don’t think so. Maybe I’ll quit while I’m ahead. Now. To find the book(s)…