Because nothing in [my] life is simple, Beast just called to say that they’ve moved his appointment to 8 (from 10). So I have re-rearranged my schedule.
This keeps my brain young, right?
Tuesday, June 29, 2004
My life == Chaos
My back hurts.
Sparky (who informs me I should be calling him Eagle Eye. He’s not, really) loves his room. It’s a cool room, if you’re from Brown County, WI.
Cogitation: Beast’s brother and his girlfriend arrive on Saturday. My oldest sister (Marie) & her husband (Jan) arrive on Sunday. Where is everyone going to sleep…!? Maybe we’ll move the extra bed from the spare room to Sparky’s room and unfold the futon in the spare room…which means Sparky gets to sleep on the couch or the floor again. Not that he minds! Thank goodness.
On the flip side of the mother-sadness is the fact that I love my mother-in-law. She's a star. Sure, there are issues, but I deal with her so much better than I do with my blood mom, and always have as long as I've known her, that it makes me sad on another level that she doesn't take better care of her health either. Man, that went to gloomy rather quickly... Anyway, MIL is great, so the hell with all the mother-in-law jokes; I like mine.
We have NOTHING to do tonight. But I have to take Beast in for an outpatient thingy at the hospital tomorrow, so I'll have another stupid day trying to fit work into my busy life. hah Right now it looks like this:
Sparky (who informs me I should be calling him Eagle Eye. He’s not, really) loves his room. It’s a cool room, if you’re from Brown County, WI.
Cogitation: Beast’s brother and his girlfriend arrive on Saturday. My oldest sister (Marie) & her husband (Jan) arrive on Sunday. Where is everyone going to sleep…!? Maybe we’ll move the extra bed from the spare room to Sparky’s room and unfold the futon in the spare room…which means Sparky gets to sleep on the couch or the floor again. Not that he minds! Thank goodness.
- Just discovered that cherry-flavored Twizzlers taste way too much like cough medicine. Ick.
On the flip side of the mother-sadness is the fact that I love my mother-in-law. She's a star. Sure, there are issues, but I deal with her so much better than I do with my blood mom, and always have as long as I've known her, that it makes me sad on another level that she doesn't take better care of her health either. Man, that went to gloomy rather quickly... Anyway, MIL is great, so the hell with all the mother-in-law jokes; I like mine.
We have NOTHING to do tonight. But I have to take Beast in for an outpatient thingy at the hospital tomorrow, so I'll have another stupid day trying to fit work into my busy life. hah Right now it looks like this:
- Work 7:30 - 8:45
Drop Sparky off for Dolphins
Drive home, pick up Beast; take him to the hospital and drop him off
Head back to pick up Sparky and take him to daycare
Work 10:30 - 11:45
Drive to hospital and pick up Beast and take him home
Work from ? - 5
Pick up Sparky and take him home
Come back to work to complete 8 hours' work for the day?!
Early afternoon
OK, I’m a crappy people-manager. I practice avoidance of disagreements as much as I can. And I will say that I occasionally bottle up and erupt in somewhat inappropriate and out-in-left-field places and times (just ask Beast).
But really, don’t you think that our Label Typer should have been able to fit in a couple of extra spine labels a day for the last few weeks or so in order to get the 20 or so books I pulled TWO MONTHS AGO back to the shelves?? And shouldn’t she have managed to not be pissy when I called her on it today??
So now we’re to handling things like 13-year-old girls: she’s not talking to me and madly doing all kinds of other work to show how busy she is. I’m not not talking to her exactly, but I do need to say, "So when are they going to get done?" Even my director said it’s like being in junior high school.
Even Hypochondriac Librarian’s issues (it’s her eyes today) aren’t nearly as irritating today compared to this. I will be on Reference two extra hours today because of her having to go to the doctor…oh well. I’m out of the workroom! Away from psycho Label Woman.
UPSIDE: I’m in my headphones, no one’s talking to me, and listening to Bat Out of Hell. So who can really be upset listening to Meat Loaf?
But really, don’t you think that our Label Typer should have been able to fit in a couple of extra spine labels a day for the last few weeks or so in order to get the 20 or so books I pulled TWO MONTHS AGO back to the shelves?? And shouldn’t she have managed to not be pissy when I called her on it today??
So now we’re to handling things like 13-year-old girls: she’s not talking to me and madly doing all kinds of other work to show how busy she is. I’m not not talking to her exactly, but I do need to say, "So when are they going to get done?" Even my director said it’s like being in junior high school.
Even Hypochondriac Librarian’s issues (it’s her eyes today) aren’t nearly as irritating today compared to this. I will be on Reference two extra hours today because of her having to go to the doctor…oh well. I’m out of the workroom! Away from psycho Label Woman.
UPSIDE: I’m in my headphones, no one’s talking to me, and listening to Bat Out of Hell. So who can really be upset listening to Meat Loaf?
G@len@ precis
I’m back. G@len@ was great, as usual. Our swan song at C0gan 188—it’s being sold and the current owner thinks the new folks will be living there full-time. Bummer. On the upside, it looks like the house has terrific issues with something in the roof…it was raining wood and Asian beetle particles in one area of the living room the whole time.
Shopping: bought two sale rack shirts and a pair of warm slipper-socks for next winter. Total: about $40. Oh, and a pair of shorts because—d’oh—I forgot to pack any!
Pool: Sunday and yesterday with the kids while the Big Boys golfed. Total time: about 7 hours. Sunday was freakin’ cold, but yesterday was lovely. Got some skin color, and missed a couple spots with the sunscreen so now have three or four bright red blotches on my collarbone, shoulders and neck. And of course my nose is glowing like Rudolph’s.
Ticks: Three removed, none from my family. Yick!
Food: Yeah, lots of it, all carbs, all bad. So, shoot me. I’m back to ‘real life’ now.
Hot Tub: Nope, too cold for the grownups—we’d’ve never gotten out!
Firepit: Nope, too cold…etc.
Cards: No sheepshead this year. We played Texas Hold ‘Em. L won (at 2 a.m.) Night One (I was #2). J won Night Two (I was #3). I won Night Three (L was #2)! The Beast ended up as dealer all three nights…poor man.
Next year: We scoped out possible rentals for next summer, based on a list I compiled from the ‘net. Some real possibilities, some obvious duds.
Now, time to get to work!
[I’m trying out doing a Word document, and cutting and pasting to my blog over the course of the day. So although I’m writing this at 8:30 a.m., it probably won’t be (hasn’t been??) posted till much later.]
Shopping: bought two sale rack shirts and a pair of warm slipper-socks for next winter. Total: about $40. Oh, and a pair of shorts because—d’oh—I forgot to pack any!
Pool: Sunday and yesterday with the kids while the Big Boys golfed. Total time: about 7 hours. Sunday was freakin’ cold, but yesterday was lovely. Got some skin color, and missed a couple spots with the sunscreen so now have three or four bright red blotches on my collarbone, shoulders and neck. And of course my nose is glowing like Rudolph’s.
Ticks: Three removed, none from my family. Yick!
Food: Yeah, lots of it, all carbs, all bad. So, shoot me. I’m back to ‘real life’ now.
Hot Tub: Nope, too cold for the grownups—we’d’ve never gotten out!
Firepit: Nope, too cold…etc.
Cards: No sheepshead this year. We played Texas Hold ‘Em. L won (at 2 a.m.) Night One (I was #2). J won Night Two (I was #3). I won Night Three (L was #2)! The Beast ended up as dealer all three nights…poor man.
Next year: We scoped out possible rentals for next summer, based on a list I compiled from the ‘net. Some real possibilities, some obvious duds.
Now, time to get to work!
[I’m trying out doing a Word document, and cutting and pasting to my blog over the course of the day. So although I’m writing this at 8:30 a.m., it probably won’t be (hasn’t been??) posted till much later.]
Friday, June 25, 2004
OCLC success (I think)
Voilá! EXTREME HAPPY DANCE!
For anyone who cares, I just needed the TCP/IP connection set up. Now I have the host name and port number installed in the proper place and it should work.
But no great step comes with out some pain, since Wonderful G (male version) who figured this out for me also deleted at least two newly original-cataloged-by-me records (done on June 16) last Wednesday. Grr.
But, now I can do them right into OCLC and upload them directly into Millennium.
Quote
- "I lay on top of my covers...trying to decide if I was in love with Charlie, or if I ever had been, truly in love. I had wanted to be. I know that. He was a song I could not get out of my head, but sometimes I think that there is something that instinctively protects you from letting what you want become what you need, or what you think you have to have. And maybe love is something that must stand on its own feet, and if it is real, must make its own way—like a child, or the answer to a difficult question, a place to live. Whatever was going to happen with us, with Charlie and me, was going to have to wait.”
Thursday, June 24, 2004
Random updates throughout the day
9:20
-- Have got nothing done today yet. Can't really catalog since the person who gets them after me has literally no place to put them. Maybe later I can pass along a shelf or so...
-- Got less than 5 hours of sleep last night. Stayed up past midnight reading and then The Beast whacked his foot on the T-square outside the Room Under Construction and bled for awhile, etc., etc. Up about 5:30 to check email and make overseas call.
-- Consequently, have had 12 oz. of Dr. Pepper already this morning and two Tylenol. Cold pizza for breakfast, and some Butterfinger chunks from the giant-sized bar I bought last week and stashed here at work. I am a health-food nightmare.
10:50
-- Discussion with boss of the possibility of "company" T-shirts (or some other kind of shirt) and the upcoming requirement that city employees wear nametags.
-- I'm slogging through the Dewey books. BOR-ing.
-- Received email at home for the remaining hotel in Lincoln, but I can't call from here to book it. Rats.
-- Instructions from boss to write my procedure up for Demand Orders.
12:20
-- Repair of Beowulf record, reported to me by Lambie-Man. Don't mind 20 second fixes like that. I should listen to the Seamus Hainey [sp?] of this, having read it already...
-- Must. Eat. Lunch.
1:30
-- I'm all the way (hah) up to the 641s in Dewey (started in about 632).
-- Required city employees' meeting at 2, after which I'm going home, with a possible stop at the grocery store on the way. Probably should stock up on stuff for the weekend...
Ciao.
-- Have got nothing done today yet. Can't really catalog since the person who gets them after me has literally no place to put them. Maybe later I can pass along a shelf or so...
-- Got less than 5 hours of sleep last night. Stayed up past midnight reading and then The Beast whacked his foot on the T-square outside the Room Under Construction and bled for awhile, etc., etc. Up about 5:30 to check email and make overseas call.
-- Consequently, have had 12 oz. of Dr. Pepper already this morning and two Tylenol. Cold pizza for breakfast, and some Butterfinger chunks from the giant-sized bar I bought last week and stashed here at work. I am a health-food nightmare.
10:50
-- Discussion with boss of the possibility of "company" T-shirts (or some other kind of shirt) and the upcoming requirement that city employees wear nametags.
-- I'm slogging through the Dewey books. BOR-ing.
-- Received email at home for the remaining hotel in Lincoln, but I can't call from here to book it. Rats.
-- Instructions from boss to write my procedure up for Demand Orders.
12:20
-- Repair of Beowulf record, reported to me by Lambie-Man. Don't mind 20 second fixes like that. I should listen to the Seamus Hainey [sp?] of this, having read it already...
-- Must. Eat. Lunch.
1:30
-- I'm all the way (hah) up to the 641s in Dewey (started in about 632).
-- Required city employees' meeting at 2, after which I'm going home, with a possible stop at the grocery store on the way. Probably should stock up on stuff for the weekend...
Ciao.
I'd like to think...
...that "ilunga" describes me.
But it doesn't.
Mood: All right
Hair: Pulled back at the crown
Sparky's room is nearly done. Still needs another coat and of course the requisite touch-up; the wallpaper border has to be stuck on the wall. And the furniture has to go back into the room. But it should be done before we leave tomorrow night. He's going to be so surprised.
I will post pictures if I have time tonight (between working on the above, I also have to pack clothes and food for our weekend in G@len@, talk to our pet-sitter and tidy up the house).
The good news is that as of 6 a.m., 5 of the 6 nights in English hotels were booked. I only had to send address and phone to the place in Durham (the top listing here), and I called the Harlingford and booked by phone after back-and-forth emailing Ms. Mary Burt for a week. :-) Still waiting to hear from the place in Lincoln, but that should be taken care of today.
Woot.
But it doesn't.
Mood: All right
Hair: Pulled back at the crown
Sparky's room is nearly done. Still needs another coat and of course the requisite touch-up; the wallpaper border has to be stuck on the wall. And the furniture has to go back into the room. But it should be done before we leave tomorrow night. He's going to be so surprised.
I will post pictures if I have time tonight (between working on the above, I also have to pack clothes and food for our weekend in G@len@, talk to our pet-sitter and tidy up the house).
The good news is that as of 6 a.m., 5 of the 6 nights in English hotels were booked. I only had to send address and phone to the place in Durham (the top listing here), and I called the Harlingford and booked by phone after back-and-forth emailing Ms. Mary Burt for a week. :-) Still waiting to hear from the place in Lincoln, but that should be taken care of today.
Woot.
Wednesday, June 23, 2004
Emmitt Till
Mood: See below
Hair: Fully conditioned, blown-out and actually under control!
OK, so on the way to work this morning I had NPR on. As I pulled into the library lot, they were discussing the reopening of the Emmitt Till case from 1955. At that point, just background noise. Then an interview with his mother came on, in which she describes--very dispassionately--what her 14-year-old son looked like when she finally got his padlocked and sealed coffin box opened in Chicago.
No mother should ever have to see her child die before her.
No mother should ever have to see that someone removed both her child's eyes from their sockets.
No mother should ever have to see her child's head cleaved in two by an ax.
And no mother should have to live long enough to describe that, and more, without the slightest trace of emotion in her voice.
Unfortunately, because the world sucks, a lot and frequently, mothers (and fathers) do see their children die before them. There is a host of personal indignities ingeniously created by fertile human minds are out there destroying people. Kind of makes me want to go find Opus for a dandelion break this morning.
Instead, I'm doing a Placeware course through the State Library called "Using the Client Interface to OCLC Connexion." Which is good, because right now I can't stop thinking about my son being only 3 years younger than Emmitt Till was in 1955.
Hair: Fully conditioned, blown-out and actually under control!
OK, so on the way to work this morning I had NPR on. As I pulled into the library lot, they were discussing the reopening of the Emmitt Till case from 1955. At that point, just background noise. Then an interview with his mother came on, in which she describes--very dispassionately--what her 14-year-old son looked like when she finally got his padlocked and sealed coffin box opened in Chicago.
No mother should ever have to see her child die before her.
No mother should ever have to see that someone removed both her child's eyes from their sockets.
No mother should ever have to see her child's head cleaved in two by an ax.
And no mother should have to live long enough to describe that, and more, without the slightest trace of emotion in her voice.
Unfortunately, because the world sucks, a lot and frequently, mothers (and fathers) do see their children die before them. There is a host of personal indignities ingeniously created by fertile human minds are out there destroying people. Kind of makes me want to go find Opus for a dandelion break this morning.
Instead, I'm doing a Placeware course through the State Library called "Using the Client Interface to OCLC Connexion." Which is good, because right now I can't stop thinking about my son being only 3 years younger than Emmitt Till was in 1955.
Tuesday, June 22, 2004
Sad but true
Monday, June 21, 2004
My Meme, cuz I'm curious
Title: When you were 13...
Close your eyes and think back to when you were 13. I know, I know, but it's just a visit, not a permanent return! Are you there? OK, try to remember:
1. What did your nightstand look like? Was it an actual nightstand or some other 'leftover' piece of furniture (i.e. desk, TV tray, dresser), or the floor?
2. Who had pride of place of your posters? What was hanging where you saw it last thing at night and first light of morning? Why? (C'mon, be honest, even if it's mortifying, as mine is. A bit)
3. Closet: disaster or spotless?
4. First-hour class? Or can you recite your whole schedule for 7th grade?? What time did school start and end? Worst/Best teacher(s)...?
5. First serious crush, the one that made you stop eating, and made you want to cry all day: did you ever tell him/her? Did you ever go out on a date with him/her? Did anyone ever have a crush on you (that you know of)?
Close your eyes and think back to when you were 13. I know, I know, but it's just a visit, not a permanent return! Are you there? OK, try to remember:
1. What did your nightstand look like? Was it an actual nightstand or some other 'leftover' piece of furniture (i.e. desk, TV tray, dresser), or the floor?
2. Who had pride of place of your posters? What was hanging where you saw it last thing at night and first light of morning? Why? (C'mon, be honest, even if it's mortifying, as mine is. A bit)
3. Closet: disaster or spotless?
4. First-hour class? Or can you recite your whole schedule for 7th grade?? What time did school start and end? Worst/Best teacher(s)...?
5. First serious crush, the one that made you stop eating, and made you want to cry all day: did you ever tell him/her? Did you ever go out on a date with him/her? Did anyone ever have a crush on you (that you know of)?
Yick
Mood: OK
Hair: Hmm, not sure...pulled back and messy. I probably look like a sloven.
It's Monday.
It's raining.
Sparky is at camp this week.
I have stuff I should be doing around the house:
We're going out of town for a long weekend next weekend, picking up Sparky on the way. I need to get organized for that, too.
And I really should get accommodations in England sorted out, but now one of my nieces (NOT one who was here this weekend--that would make life too simple!) has decided to possibly hitch with us for a few nights. Which means I can't settle rooms unless I know for sure what she's doing. grrrww
Instead, I'm blogging.
Except, not anymore. Now I'm feeling too guilty to blog. hah
Hair: Hmm, not sure...pulled back and messy. I probably look like a sloven.
It's Monday.
It's raining.
Sparky is at camp this week.
I have stuff I should be doing around the house:
- **cleaning out Sparkyy's closet, primarily sorting clothes that don't fit into the hand-me-down pile
**moving his furniture so we can paint and wallpaper his room while he's gone (yes we are doing a kind-of While You Were Out to his room)
**finding an opaque projector so we can trace his chosen design onto the wall
**cleaning up the kitchen after two days of minor-league company (two nieces and one boyfriend-of-niece) and food prep detritus
**washing sheets (see above parenthetical explanation)
We're going out of town for a long weekend next weekend, picking up Sparky on the way. I need to get organized for that, too.
And I really should get accommodations in England sorted out, but now one of my nieces (NOT one who was here this weekend--that would make life too simple!) has decided to possibly hitch with us for a few nights. Which means I can't settle rooms unless I know for sure what she's doing. grrrww
Instead, I'm blogging.
Except, not anymore. Now I'm feeling too guilty to blog. hah
Saturday, June 19, 2004
Cracking up
Just checked over my site stats (it's mid-afternoon breaktime)...
Someone found my site by searching for a guy I went to church with 20 years ago, mentioned by me...oooh, let's see...about 2 months ago. Fascinating.
I also think it's pretty weird that prime viewing time is Wednesday from 1-2 pm Central Time. Guess Wednesdays are the day I need to be sure to post all the juicy tidbits. Or maybe I already do post the juicy bits on Weds....purely by happenstance.
Whatever. I've done what seems like 100 DVDs in the last two hours. Pretty mindless stuff. I have green teeth from eating week-old cake (well, it's the frosting that's green, but I think the cake may need to be tossed too, preservatives or no). Anyone know which song that reminds me of? Must find a copy of that on CD....
Someone found my site by searching for a guy I went to church with 20 years ago, mentioned by me...oooh, let's see...about 2 months ago. Fascinating.
I also think it's pretty weird that prime viewing time is Wednesday from 1-2 pm Central Time. Guess Wednesdays are the day I need to be sure to post all the juicy tidbits. Or maybe I already do post the juicy bits on Weds....purely by happenstance.
Whatever. I've done what seems like 100 DVDs in the last two hours. Pretty mindless stuff. I have green teeth from eating week-old cake (well, it's the frosting that's green, but I think the cake may need to be tossed too, preservatives or no). Anyone know which song that reminds me of? Must find a copy of that on CD....
Wednesday, June 16, 2004
I love my job! I love vacations, too!
Mood: Good
Hair: Big clip up
Listening to: "My" mix CD, created by Amy (she is a goddess!); currently finishing Van Halen's "Love Walks In"
Anyway, it's so wonderful having a full complement of staff here today again. I've only had to cover a public desk for an hour today. Which is good, since one of the pages just told me awhile ago that I have green teeth (victim of cake frosting)!
I've done nothing this afternoon but original-catalog activity kits and clean up the "Weird Stuff" box. My cart is empty, although Box Lady is unpacking as fast as she can. Well, of course there was that long email I excerpted here before...and some other email.
The full list of what's waiting to be cataloged today:
I can do that in 2 hours with time left over.
_________________________________________________________________________
The vacation news is that I sent out emails to hotels last night to get started booking places to stay. We are going to be POOR when we come home! Oh, well. I'm feeling very much like the grasshopper, having spent much of my life doing the ant thing. How boring! I'm hoping for rain tonight, which will ensure the cancellation of the boy's Little League game. Then I can -- in good conscience -- stay home and pick hotel rooms.
__________________________________________________________________________
Back to the kits...
Hair: Big clip up
Listening to: "My" mix CD, created by Amy (she is a goddess!); currently finishing Van Halen's "Love Walks In"
Anyway, it's so wonderful having a full complement of staff here today again. I've only had to cover a public desk for an hour today. Which is good, since one of the pages just told me awhile ago that I have green teeth (victim of cake frosting)!
I've done nothing this afternoon but original-catalog activity kits and clean up the "Weird Stuff" box. My cart is empty, although Box Lady is unpacking as fast as she can. Well, of course there was that long email I excerpted here before...and some other email.
The full list of what's waiting to be cataloged today:
- America Kit (Intermediate)
Down on the Farm Kit (Preschool)
Tristan and the Hispanic (book)
The Turquoise Toad Mystery (book)
Dyslexia (book)
Kate (book)
The House of the Seven Gables (book)
Ya Los Conoces! (CD)
Bowling Bowling Bowling Parking (CD)
*Keeping Love Alive (book/CD set)
*Keeping Love Alive (book/cassette set)
*The Marriage Breakthrough (4-video set)
*Fire Your Shrink! (book on cassette)
I can do that in 2 hours with time left over.
_________________________________________________________________________
The vacation news is that I sent out emails to hotels last night to get started booking places to stay. We are going to be POOR when we come home! Oh, well. I'm feeling very much like the grasshopper, having spent much of my life doing the ant thing. How boring! I'm hoping for rain tonight, which will ensure the cancellation of the boy's Little League game. Then I can -- in good conscience -- stay home and pick hotel rooms.
__________________________________________________________________________
Back to the kits...
Tuesday, June 15, 2004
Perspective
Mood: Pretty good
Hair: Loosey braid
Preaching to the choir with this.
I have spent over $400 on a war I thought ended last summer sometime.
Not to mention that I'd prefer to have spent the money on immunizing kids for 39 years rather than killing them for one.
___________________________________________________________________
On other, more personal levels, we're discussing the perfect age to have children. It's nice to get a (pre-child) guy's perspective. But the guy who brought it up is nuts. In a sweet way. Speaking as a mom.
And I'm trying to translate a Spanish book title so I can figure out where to Dewey it. Which is how I ended up blogging instead.
??
Guess I'd better get to work.
Hair: Loosey braid
Preaching to the choir with this.
I have spent over $400 on a war I thought ended last summer sometime.
Not to mention that I'd prefer to have spent the money on immunizing kids for 39 years rather than killing them for one.
___________________________________________________________________
On other, more personal levels, we're discussing the perfect age to have children. It's nice to get a (pre-child) guy's perspective. But the guy who brought it up is nuts. In a sweet way. Speaking as a mom.
And I'm trying to translate a Spanish book title so I can figure out where to Dewey it. Which is how I ended up blogging instead.
??
Guess I'd better get to work.
Monday, June 14, 2004
Sunday, June 13, 2004
Sunday morning
Mood: OK
Hair: Who knows. I'm still in pajamas and just barely functional...
...which is ok for the morning after hosting at least 60 people at our house for brats, beer, subs and CAKE (we still have a whole cake left, as well). Nearly everyone was gone by 7--middle age party, obviously!--although our next door neighbors hung around for a couple of hours more. That was perfectly fine; they lent us a couple of serving tables and "clean ice." And Cindy helped clean up the kitchen, even did the dishes before I could stop her. So we didn't have much to do this morning, just emptying the former ice around the half-barrel and putting away the extra, uncooked food and unopened pop cans.
My feet are killing me, after 6+ hours yesterday of being on them. Work will be so much fun today...this afternoon, 1-4. Drag. Of course, the sky is clouding up. If the weather isn't nice, people probably will be at the library. So I'm hoping against hope for clearing skies and sun.
After work, Sparky and I are off to see Shrek 2. I promised him Monday, then put him off till "after the party." So...I guess that's today. Tomorrow, perhaps we can get to OWW or something "edutaining" after swim practice.
And then there's the ever-looming car rental/hotel booking soon-to-be crisis.
But first I'm going to eat, get dressed and help finish with clean up.
Hair: Who knows. I'm still in pajamas and just barely functional...
...which is ok for the morning after hosting at least 60 people at our house for brats, beer, subs and CAKE (we still have a whole cake left, as well). Nearly everyone was gone by 7--middle age party, obviously!--although our next door neighbors hung around for a couple of hours more. That was perfectly fine; they lent us a couple of serving tables and "clean ice." And Cindy helped clean up the kitchen, even did the dishes before I could stop her. So we didn't have much to do this morning, just emptying the former ice around the half-barrel and putting away the extra, uncooked food and unopened pop cans.
My feet are killing me, after 6+ hours yesterday of being on them. Work will be so much fun today...this afternoon, 1-4. Drag. Of course, the sky is clouding up. If the weather isn't nice, people probably will be at the library. So I'm hoping against hope for clearing skies and sun.
After work, Sparky and I are off to see Shrek 2. I promised him Monday, then put him off till "after the party." So...I guess that's today. Tomorrow, perhaps we can get to OWW or something "edutaining" after swim practice.
And then there's the ever-looming car rental/hotel booking soon-to-be crisis.
But first I'm going to eat, get dressed and help finish with clean up.
Friday, June 11, 2004
It's a good day
...in spite of the humidity.
1. Had to work circulation for an hour this morning. This, by itself, is not a good thing. But....Mini-Mart guy (with the thumb ring) came in to get a card today. I was doing other stuff, but it just brightened my day. MMM.
2. My cart is cleared. Well, what I consider cleared: all that's left are items not in the system, and a partial shelf of original cataloging. However, off over my right shoulder I have a giant cart of donated books to add. So I'm mildly happy, not hyper about the situation.
3. I've only got an hour left.
4. In spite of forgetting to put a base layer on my nails, I haven't broken one all day!
1. Had to work circulation for an hour this morning. This, by itself, is not a good thing. But....Mini-Mart guy (with the thumb ring) came in to get a card today. I was doing other stuff, but it just brightened my day. MMM.
2. My cart is cleared. Well, what I consider cleared: all that's left are items not in the system, and a partial shelf of original cataloging. However, off over my right shoulder I have a giant cart of donated books to add. So I'm mildly happy, not hyper about the situation.
3. I've only got an hour left.
4. In spite of forgetting to put a base layer on my nails, I haven't broken one all day!
I'm back (briefly)
Mood: Great
Hair: Curled, but I flashed, so now it's clipped up till I get cooled off
They've published the Olympics coverage schedule.
Imagine--70 hours per day of Olympics! For TWO WEEKS. Maybe I'll be able to watch ALL the competitions I like, not the ones I'm supposed to like, according to the talking heads.
Imagine--70 hours per day that are not all about Ronald Reagan, Savior of the Universe.
I sense a major orgy of scheduling, taping and gorging on watching people sweat in my future. Something to look forward to AFTER vacation. Woo hah.
(And if I want to start early, I can watch the team trials every weekend for the next 8 weeks. I may not watch the water polo...)
Skippety.
Hair: Curled, but I flashed, so now it's clipped up till I get cooled off
They've published the Olympics coverage schedule.
Imagine--70 hours per day of Olympics! For TWO WEEKS. Maybe I'll be able to watch ALL the competitions I like, not the ones I'm supposed to like, according to the talking heads.
Imagine--70 hours per day that are not all about Ronald Reagan, Savior of the Universe.
I sense a major orgy of scheduling, taping and gorging on watching people sweat in my future. Something to look forward to AFTER vacation. Woo hah.
(And if I want to start early, I can watch the team trials every weekend for the next 8 weeks. I may not watch the water polo...)
Skippety.
Wednesday, June 09, 2004
Can I just say...
Mood: OK, considering
Hair: Braid (no, not brain, as I typed first) in
Nuts week:
--The Beast out of town.
--Sparky having drama about swim team ("I suck!!" "Today was fun!" 24 hours apart).
--9000% humidity.
--4 billion mosquitoes, and every one of them lives within 5 miles of this town.
--Party Saturday at my house. (If you want directions, email me. The entire world is invited!!)
--People still on vacation at work.
--Cataloging meeting next week (Who is the chair? How long do I have to do this??)
--Elderly woman down the street from my mom had her house broken into and was sexually assaulted. Mom flipping out a bit.
--Car rental for vacation? Hotel reservations?? hah make me laugh
HENCE: No Blogging. I'll be checking in with everyone elses' as I have time, but I don't even have time to meme! ...I have updated my book blog... Count that as one in my favor.
Hasta luego.
Hair: Braid (no, not brain, as I typed first) in
Nuts week:
--The Beast out of town.
--Sparky having drama about swim team ("I suck!!" "Today was fun!" 24 hours apart).
--9000% humidity.
--4 billion mosquitoes, and every one of them lives within 5 miles of this town.
--Party Saturday at my house. (If you want directions, email me. The entire world is invited!!)
--People still on vacation at work.
--Cataloging meeting next week (Who is the chair? How long do I have to do this??)
--Elderly woman down the street from my mom had her house broken into and was sexually assaulted. Mom flipping out a bit.
--Car rental for vacation? Hotel reservations?? hah make me laugh
HENCE: No Blogging. I'll be checking in with everyone elses' as I have time, but I don't even have time to meme! ...I have updated my book blog... Count that as one in my favor.
Hasta luego.
Tuesday, June 08, 2004
Entropy
Mood: OK
Hair: Down & curled
Right before supper last night I got one of 'those' headaches, the kind that double you up and make you cry. I missed the Little League game (not that I minded that!) I spent the evening feeling sorry for myself, watched a little mindless TV (Biography Channel's Drew Barrymore bio and Clean Sweep on TLC), took a shower... It was the longest game of the season, which they won 13-7 against the team they lost to in a Slaughter-Rule ending last month. Sparky, of course, didn't swing once. He did get on base with a walk, but I can't remember if he scored or not.
So after 2 Tylenol and 3 ibruprofen in about 3 hours, I finally crashed when they got home. Slept lousy. Woke up with the gremlin still hiding out behind my eyes, waiting. Just waiting. Which means I started the day with 2 prophylactic Tylenol, and 3 hours later am ready for 3 ibuprofen. I don't feel that bad. Yet.
I think I'm allergic to listening to the 9/11 Hearings...
Yep, it definitely got worse when I typed that. So back to the Demand Order and maybe an early departure from work today.
Hair: Down & curled
Right before supper last night I got one of 'those' headaches, the kind that double you up and make you cry. I missed the Little League game (not that I minded that!) I spent the evening feeling sorry for myself, watched a little mindless TV (Biography Channel's Drew Barrymore bio and Clean Sweep on TLC), took a shower... It was the longest game of the season, which they won 13-7 against the team they lost to in a Slaughter-Rule ending last month. Sparky, of course, didn't swing once. He did get on base with a walk, but I can't remember if he scored or not.
So after 2 Tylenol and 3 ibruprofen in about 3 hours, I finally crashed when they got home. Slept lousy. Woke up with the gremlin still hiding out behind my eyes, waiting. Just waiting. Which means I started the day with 2 prophylactic Tylenol, and 3 hours later am ready for 3 ibuprofen. I don't feel that bad. Yet.
I think I'm allergic to listening to the 9/11 Hearings...
Yep, it definitely got worse when I typed that. So back to the Demand Order and maybe an early departure from work today.
Monday, June 07, 2004
From Amy, and Annie
Mood: Great (I love Monday mornings)
Hair: Clean, blown-out, ready for my closeup (for the passport photo)
According to the BBC:
You are a Musical Thinker {can't get the pic to copy, no time to deal with it now}
Musical thinkers:
Other Musical Thinkers include
Must go pick up Sparky; 5th grade ends in 40 minutes! Ciao.
Hair: Clean, blown-out, ready for my closeup (for the passport photo)
According to the BBC:
You are a Musical Thinker {can't get the pic to copy, no time to deal with it now}
Musical thinkers:
- Tend to think in sounds, and may also think in rhythms and melodies
Are sensitive to the sounds and rhythms of words as well as their meanings.
Feel a strong connection between music and emotions
Other Musical Thinkers include
- Mozart, John Lennon, Jimi Hendrix
- Musician, Music teacher, Sound engineer, Recording technician
Must go pick up Sparky; 5th grade ends in 40 minutes! Ciao.
Saturday, June 05, 2004
Ready to leave
So, yeah, this is the beginning of the last week we are sans New-Mom-Librarian. She starts back again on 6/15. Migraine Woman has been on vacation all week. She'll be back Wednesday.
And we have B, the pseudo-intern (former page), for the summer. He will be a boon to all of us Referencey people.
Which means...I get my job back in 10 days! woo hoo Maybe my sanity will return as well.
In celebration today, or something, I spent a chunk of the day trying to sort out trains from Manchester to Leicester, then Leicester to London. Whew. Those two train trips would cost us about $400. I think we'll just keep the car an extra couple of days and pay a drop charge in Luton--or somewhere else north of London, but close enough to get into the city for a lower price.
Next: booking the car. Then, booking the hotels. I love vacations.
The corker book for today is this: Help! My Child Stopped Eating Meat!
And now I'm headed home to figure out something to make with frozen ground beef without carbs (hah). Window down, hair blowing--SUN!
...finally...
And we have B, the pseudo-intern (former page), for the summer. He will be a boon to all of us Referencey people.
Which means...I get my job back in 10 days! woo hoo Maybe my sanity will return as well.
In celebration today, or something, I spent a chunk of the day trying to sort out trains from Manchester to Leicester, then Leicester to London. Whew. Those two train trips would cost us about $400. I think we'll just keep the car an extra couple of days and pay a drop charge in Luton--or somewhere else north of London, but close enough to get into the city for a lower price.
Next: booking the car. Then, booking the hotels. I love vacations.
The corker book for today is this: Help! My Child Stopped Eating Meat!
And now I'm headed home to figure out something to make with frozen ground beef without carbs (hah). Window down, hair blowing--SUN!
...finally...
Saturday sports update
Mood: GOOD!
Hair: Down and curled
Baseball: [last night]
'Course, he still didn't get a hit, but he did get one walk to bring home a run, so his RBI (or whatever) remains high.
Swimming: Finally called the Dolphins' president Thursday night and asked about Sparky's status. He is on the team, and she apologized profusely for not letting us know; she didn't even know the coach had told us he'd call. [He has since resigned.] So on Tuesday he starts practices, at 7:15 a.m.
His reaction: "But Mom, I want to sleep in during the summer!" [whine whine] Here is a kid who has almost never slept past 9 a.m., even after nights when he's up past midnight, or jet-lagged. When we went to Greece, he got 6 hours of sleep--on the plane--out of about 36 hours from the morning of the day we left till we arrived at the hotel in Athens at 2 a.m. local time. He was up by 11, but that is literally the latest he's ever slept. NEVER at home. Sigh.
I think he's ok now. He gets a new 'fun' swimsuit, plus a competition suit. And fins and goggles.
And there goes my free time this summer as well! I echo Kristen in saying "the things we do for our kids!"
MUST GET TO WORK.
Hair: Down and curled
Baseball: [last night]
- Cubs 7
Diamondbacks 3
'Course, he still didn't get a hit, but he did get one walk to bring home a run, so his RBI (or whatever) remains high.
Swimming: Finally called the Dolphins' president Thursday night and asked about Sparky's status. He is on the team, and she apologized profusely for not letting us know; she didn't even know the coach had told us he'd call. [He has since resigned.] So on Tuesday he starts practices, at 7:15 a.m.
His reaction: "But Mom, I want to sleep in during the summer!" [whine whine] Here is a kid who has almost never slept past 9 a.m., even after nights when he's up past midnight, or jet-lagged. When we went to Greece, he got 6 hours of sleep--on the plane--out of about 36 hours from the morning of the day we left till we arrived at the hotel in Athens at 2 a.m. local time. He was up by 11, but that is literally the latest he's ever slept. NEVER at home. Sigh.
I think he's ok now. He gets a new 'fun' swimsuit, plus a competition suit. And fins and goggles.
And there goes my free time this summer as well! I echo Kristen in saying "the things we do for our kids!"
MUST GET TO WORK.
Friday, June 04, 2004
Thanks to Annie
Mood: Tired
Hair: ick
Name Acronym Generator
From Go-Quiz.com
Oddly enough: The Cataloger is mostly different from The Cataloguer. Hmm, maybe there's something to this! ;-)
Hair: ick
| T | Tempting |
| H | Happy |
| E | Elitist |
| C | Clever |
| A | Awesome |
| T | Tame |
| A | Adventurous |
| L | Lovable |
| O | Old |
| G | Goofy |
| E | Energetic |
| R | Realistic |
Name Acronym Generator
From Go-Quiz.com
Oddly enough: The Cataloger is mostly different from The Cataloguer. Hmm, maybe there's something to this! ;-)
Thursday, June 03, 2004
Two books
Mood: I need a vacation
Hair: 40s (barrette at crown)
These just came across my desk:
I needed this kind of treasure today. This is why I love cataloging! I get to see the books first.
And, hey, that impresses the heck outta kids, too.
Hair: 40s (barrette at crown)
These just came across my desk:
- 1. Herding Cats, by John McCabe (wonder who that title reminds me of...) hah
The Booklist review says: "Readers are unlikely to meet a wackier, more demented bunch of characters than those in McCabe's latest novel." [they clearly have not met my family] Sounds Britishly funny, a la Coe's The Winshaw Legacy.
2. Grammar is a Gentle Sweet Song, by Erik Orsenna
Aha! Another Eats, Shoots and Leaves--now sitting next to me to take home to read, finally--right? Nope.
Publisher's Weekly's review starts this way: "10-year-old Jeanne and her 14-year-old brother, Thomas, are shipwrecked on a strange island where words have become independent." It sounds like a lovely, quick read about a subject near and dear to mine heart.
I needed this kind of treasure today. This is why I love cataloging! I get to see the books first.
And, hey, that impresses the heck outta kids, too.
Wednesday, June 02, 2004
Forgot to do this yesterday...
We added 635 items in May. Down slightly from 845 last month. I probably have about 125 on my cart right now. They will mostly still be there next Tuesday. I see no chance that I'll do much cataloging this week.
Elephants Never Forget
Mood: very strange; not sure what to make of myself today
Hair: Brain (in)--going to the salon today yippee
OK. Here's the scoop from the BBC.
If you don't want to believe that, here's another possibility: "The original Greek proverb was 'Camels never forget an injury.' It wasn't until the early 20th century that the elephant overtook the camel. In Saki's Reginald of Besetting Sins (1910), it was said, 'Women and elephants never forget an injury'. As elephants have a good deal of intelligence and a fairly long life span, they really do remember injury, as well as kindness." This is from a website, but I can't get it to open except in cached form from Google.
But wait! There's more.
My gosh there's even an 'erotic' film with that title....(go find it yourself, I'm not linking!) ;-)
So that's what's going on with the elephants in the world.
Hair: Brain (in)--going to the salon today yippee
OK. Here's the scoop from the BBC.
If you don't want to believe that, here's another possibility: "The original Greek proverb was 'Camels never forget an injury.' It wasn't until the early 20th century that the elephant overtook the camel. In Saki's Reginald of Besetting Sins (1910), it was said, 'Women and elephants never forget an injury'. As elephants have a good deal of intelligence and a fairly long life span, they really do remember injury, as well as kindness." This is from a website, but I can't get it to open except in cached form from Google.
But wait! There's more.
My gosh there's even an 'erotic' film with that title....(go find it yourself, I'm not linking!) ;-)
So that's what's going on with the elephants in the world.
Tuesday, June 01, 2004
Long week
Mood: Tired, anxious
Hair: Partially clipped up at crown
Long day today: On Ref for over 3 hours, my 'relief' was late to work. grr. Got all of about 6 books cataloged. Once again the Great Gods neglected to dump in the file I sent last Friday. I emailed a friendly nag; they magically appeared...just in time for me to leave.
The boy has lost two school library books. We searched the room tonight to no avail, so he collected $19 of his own money and will pay the bill tomorrow. Which means we'll find the book on Friday...
Little League game tonight against the Indians. Score 6-5, Cubs won. The boy had a play in left field that the "star" jumped all over him for goofing up; he didn't goof up, but the "star" is also a tremendous drama queen, so we were treated to him pouting the rest of the inning. He had flubbed a play about 5 minutes earlier; no one on the team yelled at him...well, except his dad (the coach). We think the boy made the best play of his career. So there!
[But he earned no money for swinging at pitches, either.]
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Tomorrow: Up really early (5ish) so I can get to work by 6 and get a couple of hours in before heading to breakfast with a friend. We have been planning to have lunch together since CHRISTMAS! And school is out next week so we will be tied to our children after that. This is the only day we can get our schedules to work.
Thursday: DARE Graduation (Drug Abuse Resistance Education, FYI) at 9 a.m., so I'll be missing still more work.
Which means Friday I have to go to work for a few hours on my day off.
I'm getting a stomach ache. Had a Mountain Dew this afternoon/evening, and I'm absolutely wired now...actually, I think the caffeine has worn off, so now I'm twitchy and tired all at once.
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What I'm supposed to be doing: Figuring out the drive time between Leicester and Lincoln, Lincoln and York, York and Durham, and Durham and Manchester. For Americans, 50 miles generally means 50 minutes. Ah...no. According to RAC, 51 miles = 80 minutes. Glad I doublechecked; I do remember this from last time. Had to keep telling The Beast, "No really, I know it's only 190 miles, but it's really a 5-hour drive from Reeth to St Andrews. One way. Trust me."
Time for bed. I'm past whupped.
Hair: Partially clipped up at crown
Long day today: On Ref for over 3 hours, my 'relief' was late to work. grr. Got all of about 6 books cataloged. Once again the Great Gods neglected to dump in the file I sent last Friday. I emailed a friendly nag; they magically appeared...just in time for me to leave.
The boy has lost two school library books. We searched the room tonight to no avail, so he collected $19 of his own money and will pay the bill tomorrow. Which means we'll find the book on Friday...
Little League game tonight against the Indians. Score 6-5, Cubs won. The boy had a play in left field that the "star" jumped all over him for goofing up; he didn't goof up, but the "star" is also a tremendous drama queen, so we were treated to him pouting the rest of the inning. He had flubbed a play about 5 minutes earlier; no one on the team yelled at him...well, except his dad (the coach). We think the boy made the best play of his career. So there!
[But he earned no money for swinging at pitches, either.]
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Tomorrow: Up really early (5ish) so I can get to work by 6 and get a couple of hours in before heading to breakfast with a friend. We have been planning to have lunch together since CHRISTMAS! And school is out next week so we will be tied to our children after that. This is the only day we can get our schedules to work.
Thursday: DARE Graduation (Drug Abuse Resistance Education, FYI) at 9 a.m., so I'll be missing still more work.
Which means Friday I have to go to work for a few hours on my day off.
I'm getting a stomach ache. Had a Mountain Dew this afternoon/evening, and I'm absolutely wired now...actually, I think the caffeine has worn off, so now I'm twitchy and tired all at once.
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What I'm supposed to be doing: Figuring out the drive time between Leicester and Lincoln, Lincoln and York, York and Durham, and Durham and Manchester. For Americans, 50 miles generally means 50 minutes. Ah...no. According to RAC, 51 miles = 80 minutes. Glad I doublechecked; I do remember this from last time. Had to keep telling The Beast, "No really, I know it's only 190 miles, but it's really a 5-hour drive from Reeth to St Andrews. One way. Trust me."
Time for bed. I'm past whupped.
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