Saturday, December 29, 2007
All my coworkers gave me a hard time about my oven-use complaint but I don't care. That's just one of the multitudinous harmless neuroses that I live with on a daily basis. There's worse in the world, let me assure you. We see most of them here on a daily basis.
Let me reveal the extent of nerdiness and tell you about the HE-larious book I read yesterday (and I read 3 books yesterday!). Don Borchert's Free For All: Oddballs, Geeks and Gangstas in the Public Library is going to have to be one of my favorite books of the year! This man has put some serious time in on the floor and lived to tell about it. Go find this book ASAP because what they found in the book drop one day alone makes the book worth reading! Mr. Borchert does have a potty mouth on him so if your grandmother, elderly aunt or other similarly fragile sensibilitied person was once a librarian or worked in one and you think this would make the perfect gift...think again! Think wicked funny, not warm funny.
Thursday, December 27, 2007
This morning, the rodent started up at 12:57. I turned the light on hoping the little bastard would run for cover and it seemed to work at first, at least long enough for me to doze off again. Alas, sleep was not meant to be. I ended up in her daughter's room on a bunk bed, a decent one too as far as that goes, where I tossed and turned fitfully until about 6:20. It was cold in there, but at least it was quiet. A better pillow and a fan for some white noise to drown out the rodent and I may get a decent night's sleep tonight.
Somedays I really feel like retiring from petsitting all together....then I remember my fun clients and smile to think of the next time I'll see them. I'm such a pushover.
Luckily for me, an emergency job (another new client from a referral!) has come up starting tomorrow night and lasting for the same amount of time so Cori is moving to visitation and I'll be staying at the other house. They have cats AND dogs so my presence will be more of a requirement there and I'll just have to hope that it will be perfect and quiet and have a microwave and good water pressure.
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Sunday, I hung out at the maternal family for a while then met my friend E for a movie...that's right people! I saw Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street(if you click through for the review, it is in-depth so here's your official spoiler alert if you aren't already familiar with the storyline)! It was beautiful in a very horrible way. It was just as bloody as I'd heard it would be and, if nothing else, go see Sacha Baron Cohen's performance as the rival barber :) It's dark, sad, and leaves you with a very faint taste of iron in your mouth.
Monday I was back out at my mom's house. She had to work a half-day (yay for working at the bank!) but I had a few hours to hang out with her. Neither one of us really had the money to do any kind of big gift thing so I told her all I wanted was a decent picture of her as I don't have one. All the one's she'd given me to that point could have been mug shots and I told her so. I wanted a picture of her smiling and happy whether she was or not! I got a good one too! :) In return, I framed a picture of us that I took when we were strolling the gardens of the Anniston Natural History Museum in October. We were both well pleased with our selections and our gifts. Late afternoon, I headed over to Mrs Roomie's family Christmas at her grandmother's house like I do every year. It was a good, rollicking time as usual since she has, what is to me, a huge family. She and DH arrived late, stayed long enough to eat and watch the kids open gifts, then they left. She didn't talk much and gave me a candle for Christmas. I'll leave it at that. I left about an hour later and as I was leaving her dad gave me an extra squeeze (not in a creepy fashion, mind you, but fatherly-like) and said, "I want to thank you for being such a good friend all these years." I admit, I teared up a little and said, "Well, I'm not going anywhere. You make it sound like I'm moving away." He replied, "Well, I didn't want to let you go without saying that. We've kinda taken you for granted all these years, that you're just always going to be there. I thought you needed to hear it." It was very sweet and just what I needed to hear, but I couldn't help thinking, "Shouldn't Mrs Roomie be the one to say that?" I have spoken to her maybe 3-4 times this month and only because I call. I don't want to chase somebody down but why do I always seem to get dropped like a hot rock? There was the weasel, Mrs Roomie, and another close (I thought) friend who had no problem cutting the strings when newer pastures rolled past. Why is that, I philosophically ponder? Ah well, enough of that. On to the belle chevre and the beasties!
Tuesday was the big day! Let me tell you, if you're feeling kinda down and just blah in general, go spend Christmas with some little kids! I'd forgotten, I really had, but KT's little girls reminded me of what Christmas used to feel like when I was a kid. They don't have credit cards, budgets, vacation requests, suitcase packing, driving concerns, nothing....it's just Santa and the swag. It's magic and fun and cookies and hot chocolate and staying up just five more minutes. It made me feel like a new person, let me tell you! I don't normally enjoy alcohol infused desserts but KT made some bourbon brownies that were to die for. If the bourbon didn't do it, the bacon crazies would. A Club cracker sprinkled with parmesan cheese and wrapped in a slice of bacon, baked at 250 for 2 1/2 hours. OMG! I want some right now. KT's husband fried a turkey, we had THREE KINDS of creamy, fatty casseroles....and the Belle Chevre goat cheese! KT rolled it in olive oil and garlic pepper seasoning and we ate it on scrumptious sesame crackers. A hot guy fanning me with a palm branch could possibly have been the only thing to make this day better...and I'm not even sure about that, he may have wanted some of the goat cheese.
After I left KT's house, it was on to my new petsitting job for Coriander the geriatric cat or, as I like to call her, Big'un. I finally found the house, tired and full of goat cheese and hot cocoa as I was, and got all my crap into the house. I unpacked, watched a bit of tv, then hit the sack since I had to get up early to got to PT this morning. At 1:25am, I woke up to the sound of the cat scratching like hell on something. I tried to go back to sleep, but it was SO loud. She's old, I thought to myself, and she doesn't know me. She's probably just nervous and anxious so I'm going to be magnanimous about this. Okay, this constant scratching went ooonnnnn and ooonnnn until I couldn't stand it. Just about the time I was turning over and heading for my glasses to dispense swift justice, Big'un lumbered in from the other side of the room.
If that's not Coriander in the corner building a dam,......who is?
I had a feverish 5-10 minute talk with myself where I was firmly reminded that I am afraid of spiders, not rodents. Other kinds of jointy-legged bugs, but not rodents. My stuff was not on the floor. I was fine. I just didn't feel very fine. I did manage to doze back off, but the dam building continued through the night periodically. Construction halted whenever Big'un investigated but Big'un is about 17 years old so her mousing days are very definitely over. At 6am I gave up and started my day, bleary-eyed and severely irritated. I will be going by the store on the way back and purchasing some sort of trap 2-nite! I can't deal with this for the next 10 days or Big'un will be spending some of it with visitation instead of sleepovers. That's a little unethical, but my sanity may start to be at stake here.
As for today, sssssslllllllloooooooowwwwwwww! I was a little late getting in from PT, BUT for about 5 minutes after PT, while my arm was still frozen from the icepacks and tingling from the e-stim, I had a little feeling in my index finger. I could have turned a page, tried to read Braille, anything! I was just touching random things in the car, enjoying the moment. As soon as my arm warmed back up the sensations faded away again. So sad :(
I did KT's Brown Bag program since she's still on vacay. We watched a film on the history of the number "1". Even though it was math oriented, I followed along and was entertained. I feel smarter this evening than I did this morning :)
Now, it is almost time to head back over to Big'un. As I said before, there will be some mouse traps purchased on the way and I'll hope it is simply a mouse. It sounded too big to be a mouse, but hope springs eternal. More on the mouse mania on the morrow!
Friday, December 21, 2007
paging list - done!
books shelved -mostly done!
content patrons typing away and not needing our help today - plenty!
no emails, no voice mails, no reserve cards, no new books to process...........the bareness of the work landscape today stretches on and on to the horizon. I can hardly imagine what it will be like for KT and Daxx on the morrow.
Polly asked me today what my party was like as she hadn't had a chance to read my blog and that reminded me that I forgot to mention the Christmas party I had on the 15th! I personally thought it was fantabulous! KT came with her three cute girls AND her mom and our coworker Mrs. D. My coworker Mrs. Y, beleaguered head of the circulation dept, and her husband dropped by. My dad and stepmom came over as well as my friend T and her mom and MK came with them and brought her nephew. There was an additional T as well but only one of them answers to the letter "T"! So, 15 people more or less? T, the other T, MK and T's mom brought tons of food and my kitchen was maxed out with grazing areas. I had several kinds of wine available for everyone's sipping pleasure and some yummy, warm rosemary/olive oil bread I found at wl-mrt.
My favorite new purchase this Christmas season has been the Yuletide Fire DVD. I have my choice of crackling fire, Christmas music or both right on my tv screen. No ashes, no soot, no potential tragedy like burning the house down (not from this anyway!). I sit with the Christmas tree lights as the only illumination, a glass of wine, the fake tv fire crackling and Miss Binky purring away on my lap and life doesn't get much better than that, let me tell you folks! This is really the first chance I've had to start settling in to my house as a by-myself-kinda-girl. I really thought I'd have some what-was-that-noise moments at night but I haven't! I've opened all the doors to the rooms so Bink can have her run of the place. I was sure she'd keep me up at night for a while as she got used to all the space again but nope....when bedtime comes, she cuddles up and sleeps too despite the fact that I'm SURE quite a bit of napping goes on while I'm at work :)
On the subject of getting creeped out at night, the other night I was in the kitchen making myself some dinner when a commercial came on the radio (again, I don't have cable tv and have no plans to get it in the near future) advertising this show:
The radio spot was along the lines of, "Do you ever get the feeling you're being watched? Do you ever see things moving out of the corner of your eyes." It then went on to talk about the show, then at the end of the segment, the creepy voice comes back on again and says something like, "Do you get the feeling you aren't alone?......you aren't."
I just stood there, my overactive imagination filling in every blank those market research people ever thought existed. I had to pick out an especially funny movie to counteract my predisposition to be creeped out! I guess that means it was a pretty good commercial as far as that goes then :)
Thursday, December 20, 2007
I'm not too sure why exactly this cracked me up so much, but thank goodness I don't frequent this establishment anyway :) Beware Long John Silver's Buttered Lobster Bites with real langostino lobster!
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
....why does someone always feel the need to fix it? I just want to be able to watch Cops, Scariest police chases/shootouts, and various other caught-on-tape fun! WHYYYYYY?!?
Or maybe all that stuff will still be on CourtTV when it becomes TruTV, who knows? I'll try to remain optimistic. I just feel bad for all those people who will soon be back on the job market. It seems to be a cold and ugly place to be right now.
I have carpal tunnel syndrome in my left hand resulting in (what to me are) massive doses of steroids and anti-inflammatory medications. We won't talk too much about the pain pill rx the doctor gave me so I can start sleeping through the night without having to get up every two hours to walk my hand like a restless infant. I felt really stupid telling him I couldn't sleep 'cause my hand was hurting. We'll see how it goes tonight.
I had PT for the first time (for my CTS anyway) this afternoon and I have two more appt's this week. If it doesn't improve I'll be headed for the knife...either a professional can do it or I will. All of my fingers are numb except my pinkie. I want to shave my head. Getting my hair washed and in a towel nearly did me in this morning, not to mention trying to get some of it in a hair doodad to get it out of my face!
anyway, pity party is over for today. Typing with one hand is tiring. We have plenty of patrons who do it and now I'll never understand why.
I bet that person was surprised that this 'bama girl had blogged twice about the monkey problem in that part of the world!
Monday, December 17, 2007
I don't like fundamentalism in any flavor.
- El Orfanato (producer) (due out December 28th!!!)
- directing an adaptation of David Moody's novel, Hater. The movie will be called Haters.
- an adaptation of 60's spy television show The Champions (directing)
- wrote an adaptation to H.P. Lovecraft's At the Mountains of Madness (which I blogged about here)
- interested in doing another adaptation of Mary Shelley's Frankenstein
- Hellboy II (I'm kinda ambivalent about this one)
- 3993, a Spanish Civil War ghost story!!!
Saturday, December 15, 2007
One of these:
Unbeknownst to me, my parents were videotaping me out of the window. I don't remember if I said anything embarrassing, but you know all those kids pushing cars and trains around their living room floors? I was out in the yard with the real thing pushing dirt and gravel around. There may have also been some minor tree carnage on a very small scale. It was great! I loved that little machine!
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
I'll just start with Saturday. I asked my dad if I could borrow his "little white truck" to finish moving the big stuff that Mrs Roomie had yet to get. Now, I've seen my dad's little toy before but never really looked at it. I get over to his house to pickup the truck and it is the tiniest, itty-bittiest thing you've ever seen! The steering wheel is on the right-hand side, all the stickers and labels where in either Chinese or Japanese, and did I mention it was tiny? I'm talking about the Daihatsu Hijet, people! The next big problem.....I am WAY TOO fat to be driving this little tin can. I had to roll the window down in order to have a modicum of comfort. Everytime I squirmed I turned the windshield wipers and the blinkers on with my knees. There was an AM radio, but it didn't work so I was alone with my thoughts....and my thoughts and I had a top speed of 25 mph, excuse me, 40 kmh on the little Hijetj's speedometer. It was a long, arduous and humiliating experience. Based on the criteria above, the amount of staring I was getting could have been based on any number of factors.
I feel compelled to mention something I witnessed on the way to my dad's house to pickup the iron maiden. I passed a house and two kids were running around outside. They must have had a Christmas program of some kind to participate in because the boy was dressed as Santa and the girl had something festive as well. I'll describe it instead of telling you since I'm sure you'll guess it along the way. She had on an obviously (hopefully) home-made full length skirt that was green down to her knees, then red with gold embroidery down to her feet. The young lady also had on a green turtleneck with a green bath towel worn poncho-style and belted with garland. She had a star on her head and gift packages attached to her shoes. That's right! She was dressed as a Christmas tree! I am SO doing that for Halloween next year!
The only time during the day that the fat girl in the little truck was not the center of attention occurred late in the afternoon. I had just dropped off a load of belongings at Mrs Roomie's new abode and got in a bit of a traffic snarl. People were out in their yards and leaning out of their cars and I figured someone had had a fenderbender or someone's dog had bit the dust. A lady with blond mall hair and a very pretty pink sweater was marching purposefully down the road past 4 or 5 guys who were conferring about something. She walked out into the road and I lost sight of her because of the cars in front of me. She appeared quite quickly on the other side of the road pulling a dead goat by the horn. Someone had run over it and it took a blond in a pink sweater to just grab it and drag it out of the road. The men looked on admiringly, as if they wished they'd thought of that.
On the philosophical/esoteric side of that day's happenings, I was driving back to the petsitting gig so the dogs could have a last potty break before their mom got home. It was very nearly dark and I could see something small running down the side of the interstate. With visions of sweaters and goats running through my head, I began to honk my horn to scare the creature into the trees (and hopefully not into traffic). The little beast paid me no heed but continued pellmell down the shoulder. When I got close enough to identify the species of creature so enjoying the taunting of death, I discovered it was a witches' hat blowing down the road. New glasses, perhaps?
Yesterday I wrote a note to myself to blog about something a patron had done that annoyed me then promptly forgot about it...like I do. I found the note when I got to work today and it reminded me of the situation but I was no longer annoyed at the patron. They had asked me where Philip Margolin's books would be. I said they would be in the fiction in the "M" section (seemed pretty straightforward to me) under Margolin. The patron pointed at the aisle which is designated "K-M" on one side and "M-R" on the other and said, "So M will be down that aisle there?" That annoyed me, because I'd just showed him where the M's were not to mention the fact that he was in his 40's and should damn well know where M falls in the alphabet. In my note however, this is what I wrote,"...in the M's, down that I'll there..." I'm just as ignorant as the next person I suppose. Speaking of suppose, one of my regular freak brigade came in and wanted to know about the teen who was "supposively" killed in a car accident over the weekend. She knows I don't live around here. I live 47 miles away. How am I supposed to know what goes on here during the weekend, especially one I haven't worked?
Today's endeavors were legion. I made two trips with stuff over to Mrs Roomie's new abode, she and her nephew are supposed to come pick up the VERY LAST bit of her stuff tonight while I'm a work, I put my new coffee table and end tables together, cleaned the laundry room, put up hardware and a new shower curtain in the (now) guest bathroom.....All that's left to do before the big party on Saturday is just windowdressing. I'm in the homestretch and the house looks great! Not to mention I finally let Binky out and she has been having the best time rediscovering the rest of the house. She has systematically napped on all of the new furniture and I am thrilled with that!
I have usually been getting home from work and cleaning until midnight or 1am but my mom has to have some tests done tomorrow and we have to be at the doctors at 7:30am. If you imagine the doctor, my mom, and me as the points on an equilateral triangle, I have to leave my house at 5:30 to pick her up at 6:30 to get to the hospital at 7:30...but I like watching the sun come up with a cup of coffee in my hand and the sound of the road beneath my tires.
Okay, that bit of corniness signals that it is late, we still have 30 minutes til closing, and that I have obviously run out of things to share :) Thanks for hanging in there (if you did!)
Where do they come up with that? I most assuredly don't call carbonated drinks "pop". Like any good southerner, I'd ask if you wanted a Coke. If you say yes, I'll ask you what kind.
That's the way it is, live with it.
|What American accent do you have? |
Your Result: The Inland North
You may think you speak "Standard English straight out of the dictionary" but when you step away from the Great Lakes you get asked annoying questions like "Are you from Wisconsin?" or "Are you from Chicago?" Chances are you call carbonated drinks "pop."
|What American accent do you have?|
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Friday, December 7, 2007
so some wanker vet in Ohio couldn't diagnose an ear infection and a rare Siberian tiger cub almost goes night-night because they think she has a tumor/brain infection.....
fortunately for little Simba, former SPCA officer and all-around rich guy Larry Wallach swoops in, gets a CAT scan for little Simba and the tiger version of a Z-pack clears up the problem.
I too care about needy apples...
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
I spoke to my dad on the way home and he was concerned that I had no help but that is single/only child-life for you...I didn't have any help so I did it as best I could and made every effort not to hurt myself. I believe I was successful but I'll know for sure in the morning :) It must have been a pretty good workout at least because I'm quite sleepy right now. Oh yeah, that could be because these two sweet puppies try to get me up at 4:30-5am.....I shut 'em down this morning and told them to go back to bed, I wasn't getting up to feed them at dark thirty in the morning. They can eat in the daylight with the rest of us.
My first full day back at work, since the waspy wedding and the plague, was JUMPIN'! The phone rang off the hook and there was a couple of hours there where I had the phones going and 2 or 3 people in line at all times. Somebody must have put up a sign outside the library.
I tried to get the school Assignment Alert displays updated and the new fiction display out but just couldn't get the time in edgewise to do it. I'm veering away from the holiday book display this year and putting out mysteries...Sue Grafton read-a-likes actually. I don't care for her books but plenty of people do and I figure these will go like hotcakes while everyone is waiting their turn for T is for Trespass. I've said it before and I'll say it again: At least her reign of terror will end at Z. They are pretty easy to shelve, I guess.
I mentioned to my coworker CC today that I have been overdosing on HGTV this petsitting stint. I can't seem to locate Animal Planet or The Discovery Channel with any regularity but I can watch enough redecorating and flipping shows to reeducate myself as a realtor if I so chose. I keep hoping I'll see something I might be able to apply to my own abode but so far it hasn't happened. Ah well, hope springs eternal!
I have Saturday planned as the mass exodus for everything in the house that isn't staying. I'll have to remember to contact Mrs Roomie on the morrow to let her know she needs to come get anything else she wants to keep because Hannah Home is getting the rest on S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y, no exceptions (I say that now, she'll probably cow me into holding on to some of it). I want to have a Christmas party next weekend so I've got to get the house as spotless as possible so I can do all the holiday decorating I want to do with my bachelorette pad! Yeah, right.
anyway, evenin' ya'll!
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
I still have SO much cleaning to do! Everything I've kept from the first round of clearing out is shoved into one corner of the living room and it looks terrible. I'm waiting until Mrs Roomie can collect the rest of her things because there are some big furniture items that I plan on using in the extra rooms. I hate being away from home right now when I could be getting so much done!
Mrs Roomie got a bunch of her stuff last night, plus her kitties so the house was strangely quiet and empty when I got there this morning to begin preparing for the furniture. I've complained about her kitties' horrible litter box habits before and I feel duly vindicated when I say that the horrible odor that usually greets me at the front door was no where in evidence this morning! It's Mrs Roomie's DH's problem now....bwwahahahahaha! I just can't stand litter box odor! If the whole world would use Feline Pine, no one would have to endure it ever again! I discovered this wonderful product during my stint as a kennel tech at Riverview Animal Clinic. What a sanity saver when a vet clinic is boarding about 20 cats at a time :)
I've decided not to let Binky out into the rest of the house until I can get all the piles of belongings squared away. I don't know where/what the other two have used as a toilet and don't want her marking anything in a fit of temper so I'll just wait until I've gotten all that cleaned up. I don't think she would do that anyway, but why tempt fate?
I've had people ask before about what I do with Bink while I'm away petsitting and I'll tell you that she's a pretty self-sufficient girl. I have a feeder that holds about 4lbs of food and and a bubbling water bowl that holds about a gallon of water. I throw some extra toys (read: balled up paper...her fav!) in the floor and she's good to go. I try to get by at least once if I'm going to be gone longer than a week, but other than that I have to trust her on her own. I admit that she likes my absences less and less as she gets older (and she's quite vocal about it too!) and I'm dealing with that as I can by coming by more often during my longer jobs. I foresee a time when I won't be able to leave her by herself for very long at all but I figure I'll jump off that bridge when I come to it.
Monday, December 3, 2007
JANUARY--I hope the New Year finds all of my friends and family hearty and hale!
MARCH--Thanks to everyone who made my birthday great!
APRIL--So my young friend WV came in to the library tonight and worked on his math homework.
MAY--check out these photos of some of the crazy things living in our oceans.
JUNE--That's what I thought too!
JULY--I cruised in to work today, sipping my coffee, munching on my Nutri-grain waffle PB sandwich, tapping my fingers and nodding my head to the oh-so gentle notes of Rammstein issuing from my car speakers, thinking there's no school today....................................or tomorrow.........................................or next week.......................................or next month
AUGUST--Someone rants about the postumous and co-authoring publication trend...Robert Ludlum has been publishing like mad despite the fact that he died about 6 years ago.
SEPTEMBER--.....and I will shortly be taking my sick @$$ to the doctor, hopefully this afternoon.
OCTOBER--the spend no $ mantra falls dead in the face of selfishness
NOVEMBER--. . . . that Katie has now been tapped into the Anita Blake fan club!
DECEMBER--I had such high hopes for going to bed early.
Have you learned anything about me other than I whine and complain quite a bit???? I think my opening sentences need some work. That will be one of my New Year's Resolutions....better opening sentences on my blog posts :)
I was reading KT's blog and she is having some holiday harried-ness :(
I feel somewhat responsible for that as I have been off work since last Tuesday, but I start back tomorrow at 5 so I can pickup up my slack and help take some of the pressure off of her hopefully.
Finally talked to Mrs Roomie today and she seems in pretty good spirits. We crossed paths at the house as I was leaving to come back over here to the pet sitting gig and she was picking up her pets to take them to her house as well as move another couple of loads of her stuff over there. I'm not putting any pressure on her at this point to have her stuff out by any certain time. Hey, I'm not there right now anyway and won't be back til Sat night so she's got plenty of time.
I'm going to have to rent a carpet cleaner of some kind and shampoo the carpets in her rooms as her cats have done a real number with their sloppy litter box habits. Not everyone can be as neat and clean as my Binky I suppose but I don't think a simple vacuuming will do the job. I want that smell O-U-T of the house.
Speaking of stinky pets, every time I come over here Tucker has the most horrible gas! I don't know how J stands it. Whew! ......ah, the glamour pet sitting life!
Saturday, December 1, 2007
Well, Roomie is a Mrs now and is spending the night with her new DH at the Tutwiller Hotel in Bham. She was a beautiful bride and a massive bridezilla today. Snapping and occasionally yelling at me or completely ignoring me. Now, I am trying to keep in mind that this was her day and it had nothing to do with me but I still got my feelings hurt. As KT told me earlier when I was sniffling at her on the phone, Roomie does have a tendency toward being somewhat selfish on occasion. I helped her into her dress and then her feet got cold so I sat down in the floor to put her slippers on. All that poofy stuff in the slip prevented her from even seeing her feet much less getting shoes on. Well, while I was doing that she turned to look at herself in the mirror and her dress brushed up against my somewhat heavily tarted up face. Instant crisis! There is now a light makeup mark on the dress. "Put some water on that! That has to come out! Put some soap on it! Will it leave a mark!" So while I'm already in the floor, I then begin to spot wash her dress. Someone brought me a hair dryer and the crisis was narrowly avoided. She got finished getting dressed and then everyone one disappeared.
I am still in my pajama top and lounging pants, the bathroom is a wreck, Roomie left all her clothes all over the place and now I have to get dressed. No help, no assistance, nothing. Everyone was gone. Strapless bras are not the most easily accessible little bastards either let me tell you. I couldn't find anyone to zip me up so I just walked around the church with my bra and fat rolls hanging out until I could find someone to do me the honor.
I learned yesterday that I was among the "family and friends" nominated to clean up. Now, I've been sick for a week. I've practically been freebasing Sudafed so I would hopefully (and I was successful I might add) not be sniffling and sneezing through her wedding. I have had a fever all day. We had to be at the hairdressers at 8:30am, pictures at 10:30 (didn't happen), wedding at 2pm, by 4:30 I'm clearing tables, wiping counters and putting up food in my dress and my feet are about to fall off screaming in pain. I finally got to change then mopped and loaded cars until 5pm.
I love my friend. I'm am thrilled that she looked so pretty and her DH was so excited by the wedding. I was miserable and I don't think she treated me very well today. Is this the normal maid-of-honor/bridesmaid experience? Am I whining for nothing? I know I need to get over it and I will, but it's early yet and I can't guarantee that ya'll won't have to endure more complaining over this from me in the future but I do promise to try...really I do.
Okay, I'm going to have another go at sleep now.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Monday, November 26, 2007
I am still recovering from sectional sofa trauma. I did go into R-t-G Saturday and pick out another living room suit that will hopefully fit through my #!#*^$^%^ 31 inch wide front door :) We'll see on Tuesday....
Thanksgiving was nice and uneventful for me. I went over to my Mom's house (no more moving-in pressure from her, thank goodness) and watched her cook for a while then we ate lunch. Cornish hens, dressing, cranberry sauce, Sister Schubert's yeast rolls and pecan pie. It was a pretty modest spread by usual Thanksgiving standards but I figured it just provided less opportunity for extreme overindulgence. I left Mom's and visited my friend T and her mom for a little while. Several of my other friends were already there and then we had a treat when my friend A and her husband dropped by with their new baby, their first. Little N was as cute as a button and seemed to enjoy meeting all the new people and sitting in their laps. As cute as she was though, I still sat her in my lap, looked deep into her little liquid baby eyes and felt no desire whatsoever for any of my own.
The Day After Thanksgiving found me freezing my @$$ off at 4am standing in line at JC Penny for a pre-lit tree. Not only were there none left at 4:03 when I got to the disply, but the display model set out was capital U-G-L-Y and I wouldn't have bought it anyway. I decided to head down to Circuit City for my big girl tv, WHICH I DIDN'T GET after standing out in the cold for 45 minutes! The man in front of me got the last one. I traveled over to K-m to try for one of theirs, froze my @$$ off for another 45 min and didn't get one there either. Finally, in disgust, I went and got breakfast (and lots of coffee) at IHOP before heading back to my petsitting house and piling back up in the bed for a well-deserved nap.
I did end up getting a tv on Saturday, though not at the same great price. I have hooked it up and watched several movies and it is grand. The people on the screen look so BIG! They are like lifesize AND you can read the credits or the intro material some movies have. I usually have to go stand next to the tv if I want that kind of info...exciting stuff!!!
Yesterday, Roomie had her wedding shower so there was punch, cake and little sandwiches had by all. She got a ton of nice swag for her new house, including a pre-lit Christmas Tree! She and the future hubby plan to put it up Tuesday. I put up mine yesterday with Roomie's assistance for the last time. We both got a little teary-eyed, not like her new house is not 5 minutes down the road and her DH won't be calling going, "Is my wife there? Could you send her back home?" I'm beginning to get sad and have some random teary-eyed moments. We've been best friends for 18 years and roommates for 6-7 years. I'm just trying to adjust to not having her friendship to myself anymore. I just hope I don't have a crying jag during the wedding. She's already said she'll be crying and if she's crying, I'll be crying so it's waterproof mascara all around!
Another parting-is-such-sweet-sorrow moment: I'm losing another petsitting client, make that two!! Not to illness this time thank goodness, but Dixie and Belle (oh yeah, the owner too) are moving away Wednesday! Dixie is one of my top favorite dogs to take care of and I'm going to miss her something terrible :( I'm going over to their house briefly this evening to drop off my key, pick up payment for my last job and say goodbye. So sad...
Alright! 6pm has arrived and I'm headed home!
It'll be awhile before that's on my shopping list. Roomie moving out has put me in dire straights replacing furniture, dishes, etc.
um...plus I did go ahead and get my big girl TV this weekend! No more 17" tv for me!
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Of course, geneticists have been having a field day with this. For instance, did you know that in 2003 Chinese scientists merged rabbit ova and human skin cells to produce live stem cells for research? Or how about the group of scientists from Stanford U of CA's Institute of Cancer/Stem Cell Biology who have created mice with 1% human cells? Know about that? They want to study Parkinson's and Alzheimer's. There is a wild digression at that point where the author hypothesizes that the mice's human cells could migrate, produce human sexual organs and allow two mice to give birth to a human embryo. I'd say the jury is still out on that one but these are human cells people, not a playdoh set! Be careful with what you're doing!
Very good movie line for this post, very relevant, from one of the Jurassic Park movies when Ian (Jeff Goldblum) says something to the effect of "you were so focused on whether you could, you didn't stop to consider whether you should"......'nuf said.
I have been up since 7am and cleaning like a mad woman! Roomie and I have been attending to our separate areas of the house all week. I helped her take some stuff over to her new house and I have been making (practically) daily trips to the Jimmy Hale Mission thrift store to drop off donations. I’m determined that this clean up will not be a rearrangement of the crap that is here. It will be a true cleaning in every sense of the word.
I’m now having a bit of lunch and trying to recover. I think my poor vacuum may revolt and leave. I really hope that they arrive on the 12 or 1 side of the b/w 12 & 4 delivery window so I a)won’t be late for work and b)can have time to drop off all the stuff in my car at the JHM thrift store on the way into work.
One of the local radio stations starts early and plays all Christmas music all the time until Dec 26th and that has been the only thing that has made the past few days bearable. I can sing and bop along while tidying and it doesn’t feel so much like work. I L-O-V-E Christmas music and look forward to this radio station’s programming all year long! I know it annoys some people beyond reason as it isn’t even Thanksgiving yet, but it makes the best season for me. Every task can be accomplished with a song on my lips :-D
With all that said, did I mention I have the air conditioning on in this house?!? You gotta love this southern weather :-D Last week I had to put salt on the porch in the mornings for the little crust of ice that had formed and this week shorts and flipflops are standard. Of course, this is also one of our tornado seasons here and it certainly feels promising, especially if another cold front comes through anytime soon.
Among the more interesting things I’ve found while cleaning…my ninth grade yearbook! What is it about school pictures that make them so utterly horrifying to look at later in life? Looking through these annuals makes me consider the question of which I hated more: high school or college (either time). I honestly can’t say at this point.
I could so go for a nap right now, but I know as soon as I drifted off the furniture guys would be here. I’m just so tired and it will only get worse since I have to eventually get dressed and go to work this afternoon. The library closes as 9pm and it’ll be another hour home just to get up and do it all over again. KT and her dh are heading to his parent’s house for Thanksgiving so I said I’d do her brown bag program tomorrow afternoon. I have vowed that this time I will go down early and make sure everything works including the remotes for everything.
I am not exaggerating when I say that EVERY TIME I’ve done the program for KT, something has not worked or has gone wrong. One time the scheduled speaker didn’t show up! Another time I received some faulty intel that no one wanted to watch the documentary that was scheduled so I just went to the library’s collection and selected another one. Unfortunately, I had to attend the state library convention that day so I got my coworker, Daxx the Magnificent, to put the movie in and he was nearly lynched by the contingent that had wanted to see the other movie. There were even complaints at the front desk. I should have outted my source of the faulty intel but I did not. It wouldn’t have accomplished anything if I had. Now though, I show what’s scheduled no matter what anyone has to say about it. It’s a free program after all and we feed them so it would be in their best interests to just be quiet. I never expect that of course, but it’s nice to think about sometimes.
Okay, so am now officially antsy. My feet hurt too bad to really begin a new cleaning project so here I sit at the dining room table….glued to the window. I feel like somebody’s dog, staring out the window in desperation for them to be home. I want to see that brightly colored truck slowing to make the turn into the driveway!
I’ve done 5 loads of laundry, started the dishwasher, dismantled my bed and slid it into the living room, moved the old recliners to make room for the new, vacuumed everything 2 or 3 times, had a talk with Binky concerning her upcoming stay in the cardboard Pet Waggin’ while my bed is being assembled, cleaned the kitchen, packed up Roomies silverware and spices, gone through the mail….I have nothing to do but wait now. But hey, at least there’s Christmas music! I guess I’ll have a look at my What On Earth catalog, maybe look through my slow cooker cookbook for some dinner ideas….
COME ON brightly colored truck!
Well, here I am, at work and only 30 minutes late. My lovely, beautiful sectional sofa WOULD NOT FIT THROUGH THE FRONT DOOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I had to give up and return my lovely, beautiful sectional sofa :( :( :( After the delivery guys left, I cried like a spoiled baby. The salesman at R-t-G said it would not be a problem to swap the credit out but it HuRt My FeElInGs in the biggest way. Saturday, door measurements and tape measure in hand, I will head back to R-t-G and pick out another sofa. Since I'm off W, R and F next week, I'm hoping I can schedule delivery then.
Ya'll. Seriously. I'm sad.
...........and I didn't have time to unload my car at the JHM thrift store before work so I'll have to do it afterwards and I needed to go to store as well *sigh, long suffering* It'll be midnight before I get home and in bed.
Yes, I'd like some cheese with my whine thank you.
Sunday, November 18, 2007
12 years of good family life...we'll miss you Siggy!
I originally discovered the little device on one of the more politically aggressive blogs that I like to read and his level was College (Postgrad). The blog's author was bemoaning the higher rating, saying that he'd rather have a blog that everyone could read and understand than have one that limited his readership.
I'm leaning towards feeling that way about mine. Sure, I'm frequently childish and silly, but I do try to be entertaining as well as informative. One of the factors that I thought may have been a big contributor to the rating is that, due to the fact that I know my young niece reads my blog, I severely limit language and other....content. Sometimes I regret that when I find something SO freakin' funny that it just begs to be shared but I get over it pretty quickly and move on.
I do wish I had something profound to share, but I don't...or at least, not often. As my level of anxiety and frustration ebbed away after my last grad school class, I've been headed back down the slope toward my normal, relaxed, nonchalant self and that has been more precious to me than anything else. So, middle school-level readers and up, log on and have fun!
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Me: You are on the internet.
Patron: Where do I put my little address thing in then?
Me: See where the address that says www.-----.org is? Erase that and put yours there.
Oprah just chose Ken Follett's Pillars of the Earth for her latest book club choice so naturally we are experiencing a run on that, but did you know he also wrote a book called "Pillows of the Earth?" I have the reserve card here to prove it!
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
It seems like mental illness is often portrayed as debilitating, but Lars’ delusion with Bianca empowered him to change into a better person, to relate to his brother in a more intimate fashion, to take part in the community like he’d never done before. Through this broadening of his horizons, Lars learns how to live. It was a real treat to see a drama in which there are no angst-ridden women. Now, don’t get me wrong…as an angst-ridden woman myself I understand the popularity of the stereotype but you don’t often see it from the other perspective. The only ones that come to mind most immediately (and on opposite ends of the spectrum) are Psycho and Failure to Launch.
To round off the movie in fabulous girls-night fashion we went to The Cheesecake Factory for after-movie dessert and coffee. Polly and I were so happy for the opportunity to really catch up with Allison. It had definitely been a year since I’d seen her but I think it hadn’t quite been that long for Polly. While we were all in library school together we spoke nearly everyday and saw each other at least once a week, then Allison graduated and got sucked into the work of a new job immediately. Polly and I weren’t on the same educational track since she’s getting school media specialization and I was a public library person so we didn’t have an opportunity to take another class together after that. All of this to say that it’s been awhile since we’ve been together and we had a FaBuLoUs time gabbing all night.
Sunday I had a fab&fun lunch with Katie and the kids at her mother’s house. We had yummy salad and lasagna, the girls ran around screaming and being incredibly cute, and we watched Mystery Science Theater 3000 The Final Sacrifice. I have never seen this program before and it was really similar to me and Roomie watching movies. Lots of commentary and laughter, not a lot of plot….
That afternoon Elizabeth and I (yes, I do indeed love the big screen) went to the movies to see Fred Clause.
1) I love Christmas movies.
2) I have a deep not-quite-polite affection for yummy, very-tall Vince Vaughn.
3) Hey, Paul Giamati, Rachel Weiss, Kevin Spacey?
4) I won’t ruin it for you, but it’s worth it for the Siblings Anonymous scene alone.
I will be purchasing this little gem for my Christmas Collection!
!!!!TRUMPETS AND FANFARE!!!!
Today was the big day and (I apologize for the brief third person narrative) Holley has grownup furniture! Said furniture will be delivered on the 20th so I have got SoMe MoRe ClEaNiNg to do before I can let strange people in this house without dying of embarrassment. I went to Rooms-to-Go and had the best time picking out what I wanted! It’s going to be a whole new place when the sofa and recliner get here and I also got a new bed! Mom and I had lunch and also went to Sam’s to look at TV’s…very expensive stuff there. I’ll be waiting to see what kinds of offers are made during the after-Thanksgiving and after-Christmas sales.
Tonight’s movie selections, so far, have been National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation (complete with hot cuppa cocoa) and 9 to 5, one of my favorites!
1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? Holley Carburetors....does that count?
2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? yesterday
3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR OWN HANDWRITING? I don't dislike it, but it is quite illegible so I print everything. The only thing I sign is my name.
4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT? smoked turkey
5. DO YOU HAVE KIDS? nope, my brother has taken care of the continuation of the family name for me...thanks Dave!
6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? definitely
7. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT? Noooooo! Not me......
8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS? yep, the little suckers are still there and my appendix is still hanging around as well but I have managed to dump the gall bladder
9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP? uh, no.
10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL? Mueslix. I feel like I should be ashamed of that but I'm not because I discovered it while I was in Ireland. Albeit the American version is not as tasty but I still enjoy all the textures. I bet you didn't expect this length of answer from a cereal question, did you?
11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? nope, why bother?
12. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG? about some things, yes. about other things, a resounding no.
13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM? a nice natural vanilla bean is quite good if I feel like braving the lactose intolerance in return :)
14. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE? eeeek....I plead the fifth. Oh okay, it's usually teeth and eyes.
15. RED OR PINK? flowers-pink, clothes-both(shirts only though), cars-red, shoes-neither
16. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF? weight
17. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST? Dana
18. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO SEND THIS BACK TO YOU? I don't know if this applies exactly since I posted it on my blog instead of emailing it to everyone. Short answer, yes. I'd love people to post it on their own blogs. It's fun to learn about other people without having to ask.
19. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING? denim skirt, dingy white sneakers...hey people, I'm a librarian. We can get away with the skirt/sneaker combo.
20. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE? Nachos with Suzy not 30 minutes ago!
21. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? the HVAC blower, patrons typing, there's a kid whining downstairs, and a few tutors in the corner going over some reading exercises with their charges
22. IF YOU WHERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? kelley green
23. FAVORITE SMELLS? cinnamon, pizza and horses....although not all at once.....ooooh, and puppy breath!
24. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? Carrie (coworker)
25. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU? definitely, Nancy's rockin' cool!
26. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH? hockey, steeple chase, curling, strong man competitions, ultimate fighting, ninja warrior, motor cross, monster trucks
27. HAIR COLOR? dark brown with a fairly healthy sprinkling of gray working its way in
28. EYE COLOR? dark brown
29. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? sometimes, but my glasses are more comfortable...I have dry eyes :(
30. FAVORITE FOOD? right now I am obssessed with Mexican food, but I do love pizza. Have any of you been to Red Robin? D-vine
31. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? if it doesn't feature C-4 and automatic weapons or prat falls and sophmoric humor, chances are good I'm not going to pick it on my own....I can be talked into others occasionally, as will be discussed in another post
32. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? 9 to 5 last night....Dolly, Jane, and Lily had me laughing just as much as the first time I saw it
33. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING? kelley green
34. SUMMER OR WINTER? winter
35. HUGS OR KISSES? hugs
36. FAVORITE DESSERT? warm p-b cookies, or warm sugar cookies
37. MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND? could be anybody...I'm not going to submit the whole process to scrutiny
38. LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND? a$$holes of the world, unite!
39. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW? Waiting: True Confessions of a Waitress (people....tip your servers, seriously!)
40. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? the library's logo
41. WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON T.V. LAST NIGHT? don't watch network tv...only DVD/VHS
42. FAVORITE SOUND? running water.
43. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES? bleck! pink floyd
44. WHAT IS THE FARTHEST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME? when I didn't have one
45. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT? does a smart mouth count? I do have a great library junk brain.
46. WHERE WERE YOU BORN? Birmingham, Alabama/Baptist Medical Center Princeton
47. WHOSE ANSWERS ARE YOU LOOKING FORWARD TO GETTING BACK? haven't they asked this like 4 times now?
at your lie-zur-ay,
this one I didn't know but the Amazon word search set me straight in no time....
on the card--Traveling Done the Nile on a Skift
according to Amazon--Down the Nile: Alone in a Fisherman's Skiff
the patron did not leave me an author's name, so I'm just guessing on this one
Saturday, November 10, 2007
- so I'm petsitting Tucker and Cole for a few days and Tucker IS KILLING ME! I don't know what she's been feeding him but I have suspended the giving out of treats for the duration of my visit so hopefully he'll stop with the noxious clouds. On the other hand, I do have to look into his sad, liquid-brown eyes when we pass the treat-area of the house but I'm not giving in....the consequences are just too disastrous.
- My furniture shopping trip has been postponed until Monday (they're open, I checked) so I'll have reports on that later.
- I joined the book group (the store, Milestone Books, hosts its own bookgroup!) my friend Polly belongs to and attended my first meeting last Thursday. We'd read Balzac and the Little Chinese Seamstress. There was great discussion, I met a group of really great people, drank shiraz and ate white chocolate macadamia nut cookies. I don't know how the evening could have been improved! Possibly a stripper, but that would have been it.
- Tonight, the Polly-Allison-Holley trio of friendship is assembling for the first time in....gosh, a year! We are going to have dinner at the Bottletree Cafe, listen to some music, then hit Samford Univ's theater to see Doloris Hydock. There is a slim chance we won't be able to get tickets, in which case we will be going to movies to see Lars and the Real Girl.
everything will be discussed in gruesome detail tomorrow :)
Friday, November 9, 2007
Thursday, November 8, 2007
Patrons are so funny.
I got a reserve card once for Dan Brown's Davinchy Code. I just love those phonetic spellers.
The other jewel in my crown of mistaken book identity was Mary Higgins Clark's Pretend You Don't See Her. I'm just that good because the reserve they put in was for Mary Jane Clark and Pretend You Don't Like Me.....
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
How did I manage to find myself walking 2 blocks through tall grass on the side of the road to a rusty ol’ metal building housing two old fire trucks and a dingy office? What, you may ask, could bring out HUNDREDS (and I do mean hundreds) of angry, belligerent, yelling, pushing, snarking, and politically aggressive (and some toothless) people out to aforementioned rusty ol’ metal building at 7pm on a Monday night?
Why, the local water/fire board elections of course! Silly you for not guessing!
My dad called last week, proud member of the fire board that he is, to say the I absolutely HAD to come vote so that “his people” could get re-elected and “ol’ man H--------’s people” would not. I learned that ol’ man H------- “uses the water board as a pulpit to direct the actions of his ‘people’.” I wanted to say, “Wow dad! I didn’t know you had so much political fervor!” I said nothing as I wasn’t sure I really wanted to get THAT involved.
So, I parked in the first empty spot on the shoulder of the road I could find, and hoofed it on down to the FD. The fire trucks had been moved out to make room for seating and police lights were strobing from both ends of the parking lot. ALL of the seating was full and the parking lot was standing room only and it’s not a small parking lot. There were “greeters” handing out papers with the opposing sides’ bios and they would tell you, as they handed their little flyer to you, “these are the people who are going to get us out of debt” and similar campaign slogans. There was an obvious police presence to try and keep the peace, yet, when the LAWYERS got up to tell us all how to vote so our vote counted, there was an ominous shuffling in the back of the FD. I had not arrived early enough to squeeze inside but I could hear angry voices and muffled shouts. There was a man with long hair and even longer beard dressed in dirty jeans and a faded plaid workshirt running around with a digital camera snapping off photos like this was an Amber Alert press conference. He wasn’t the only one, just the most conspicuous. Some people were actually filming, not just taking photos.
The lawyers finished dispensing with their legalese and there was a stampede to the voting room door. In the middle of the rush, a man from inside the FD somewhere began screaming, “I want to see those boxes before the first vote goes in there! I want to make sure them things is empty ‘fore the first vote goes in! I want to see those boxes and make sure they’s empty! Show us the empty boxes!” I would not have been the least bit surprised (nor would it have sounded out of place) if he'd thrown in a last minute, "git ur done." I am southern, I like living in the south, but sometimes.....you just notice an overly shallow area of the pool, ya know? I suspect it happens everywhere, but here in the south it seems to be more well-publicized.
I do so wish I could provide to you a description but I did not see this defender of honesty.
While I waited in line for AN HOUR (my father should never doubt my love) I grumbled companionably with the lady in front of me. My main complaint is I wish the people of my tiny rural community would get this riled up and concerned NEXT November. I’ve voted for both a governor and a president since I’ve lived there and it took less than 2 minutes. Those votes take place over the course of a whole day, I know, but I have never seen anything approaching the ferocity of the water board election….maybe on tv.
I got my vote in (or the one written down from my conversation with my father), patted my dad and stepmom on their respective shoulders, and headed on to the house...my good deed for the day done.