"that's good because his pointy hat is between the good times."

BossLady-ism.

The woman is creative as all get out yet for all her displays I make the signs.

Not that I mind, I like making them.

And we have far too much fun in the process.

She did one on booze since New Years involves a lot of booze.

But you can't name the display "the booze starts here" or "booze it up with books from the library" or really anything with "booze" in the title as that would be inappropriate so we went with "Celebrate good times!" I put it over the top of a picture of a bunch of people celebrating with booze wearing party hats, but there was a lot of strategic maneuvering involved which brought about the title of this post.

I know you are all going to now seek this picture out.

Booze and balloons, living the dream.

It was one of those rollercoaster days.

The morning sucked.

I don't know if it was the weather or what but I was dead to the world.

Tired, depressed, stressed, all that crap.

But then after lunch and some distractions I was fine.

And now the day doesn't seem so bad.

Though that is mostly the fault of BossLady, Oldest Sister and McDermott. I'll get to the latter two in a minute.

It seems BossLady can tell when I'm having an off day cause she'll go out of her way to build my confidence.

Which is a good quality in a boss.

Especially since Slim Shady is ditching me.

I'm still crying inside about the loss of Fearless Leader now it's gonna double.

So we worked on a lot of shifting and scavenger hunt stuff today.

I pulled the notes back out as that is coming up faster than I planned. Basically I'm putting together a big library scavenger hunt for my teens - hiding clues in specific books, they'll have to solve riddles to get to the next one, etc. Anyway, throughout the hunt they'll utilize the microfilm readers, catalog, adult fiction, adult nonfiction and biographies, databases, music library and the special library up on 3rd.

I'd add more but they only have 2 hours to complete it.

Plus answer a bunch of bonus questions along the way which is where BossLady came in cause I was asking her the questions to make sure they weren't too overwhelming for the teens.

It's interesting that you can walk by a piece of artwork every single day and not even realize its existence.

Anyway, all I have left to do is find the final microfilm article, hide the clues and I'm gold. Already talked to our two special librarians who agreed to give the nickel tours to their respective areas so that's done. The rest of the stuff will be on me as I don't want to take away from staff time.

Although maybe my point person will be there to tag along.

Anyway, so there was that and shifting books on cd and sign-making so I was distracted enough to get through the day.

After work did a bunch of laundry, cleaned my kitchen, started unpacking my Xmas presents and ran into the furby.

Yes, my mother bought me a furby.

Somehow majestically just as I was debating on pulling the thing out of the box Oldest Sister called and we had a grand ole time.

She's totally jealous of my furby.

I know it, she's secretly jealous.

I told her she should get one so that McDermott can have a friend and they can play with each other.

Yes, McDermott.

Cause he likes to dance to Terry McDermott's music.

Though that is name number.....I lost count.

And I'm sure he'll be someone else tomorrow.

Originally he was Furby, then it was Fluffy, then it was New Batteries - cause everything listed in the instruction manual that can possibly go wrong with him will be fixed with new batteries.

Problem: McDermott is just standing there, why isn't he talking or moving? 

Answer: He needs new batteries.

Problem: McDermott is acting weird, what's wrong?

Answer: He needs new batteries

Problem: Music is playing but McDermott won't dance, why isn't he dancing?

Answer: He can't hear the music. Or he needs new batteries. 

Anyway, after New Batteries it was something hillbilly that she suggested like Randall or Ronald or Rolf or something that starts with an R and isn't any of those three options.

Then it was John Boy cause I could say goodnight to John Boy and he would say it back, but he can't be John Boy cause that's the Library Judge so I changed it to something else and after that it was something else and then something else and now it's McDermott.

For now anyway.

Tomorrow I'll get amused by something else and change it again.

See what happens when Carter goes to the farmhouse and the boyfriend works second shift?

I put batteries in a furby and watch it go nuts.

But it speaks in furbish and I can't understand any of it except when it says something about dancing and then it sings and Oldest Sister just kept laughing.

And drinking wine.

We were on the phone for like 2 hours talking about this damn furby.

It would say something or do something and I'd freak out or swear and she'd laugh.

I'm telling you, she's jealous and wants one of her own.

It finally stopped dancing and went to sleep now though I fully expect to be awakened by it in the middle of the night as that's my only furby memory from the 90's.

I was at this kid's house - friend of my parents kid's kid - who had one and a car honked or something at like 3AM and it woke up and wouldn't shut up.

But McDermott danced for like an hour straight so perhaps he will sleep through the night.

And no, there's no off button on the 2012 model.

Apparently there's a learning process from Furbish to English and it develops a personality so if I'm not nice to it it'll be not nice back.

I can only imagine what's gonna happen when Carter comes back home.

I'm gonna come home from work and there's gonna be a ball of purple fur in the corner with some batteries sticking out of it.

On to the music.

I'm sure between myself and the radio you're tired of all that holiday crap so here's some back to normal music to spare you from further pain.

Throwback Thursday

Misunderstanding - Genesis


holy crap he looks young.

yay for the 80's.


Sausalito Summernight - Diesel


underrated and awesome.


and she's off.

legitimate pre-midnight post. holy crap tag in use.

"She's wearing a Warehouse 13 t-shirt."

HECK YEAH I WAS!

Awesome patrons came in today and fawned over my Rheticus Compass t-shirt. We talked Warehouse. It was fantastic.
Mom: "Who's your favorite character?"
Me: "HG Wells"
Daughter: "She's adorable!"
Mom: *turns gives weird look* "SHE'S EVIL!"
Daughter: "So?!"
they were stoked about the spinoff. then...
Me: "Who's your favorite?"
Mom: "Claudia....you remind me a bit of her. Have the hair."
Daughter: "Talks like her too."
totally made my day. Claudia Donovan rocks man. I wish I was as cool as Claudia Donovan. with her tech-geek-speak and all that. Which occasionally I do with jargon or whatever. but totally made my day.

See, but whenever I wear those kind of shirts at the other library it's just skeezy guys that stare at me and want to strike up a conversation about the design emblazoned across my chest. Which I don't really want to talk to them about. So I've stopped wearing them there. But here I'm all over it. That's part of why I like being an aide. Works well with my wardrobe. Speaking of:

Oldest Sister came in today. I'm checking in delivery and I hear, "I like the highlights." She always sneaks up on me, makes me jump. Then she goes all mom on me fixing my jeans and telling me I need to wear makeup. But WHY?! I already get skeezy guys that stare at me. I don't need any more of them!

After all the joys of shelving - got it all done with 2 minutes to spare - headed over to the book sale and bought 17 books for 15 bucks total. Love book sales. Especially those linked to our library. They rock. And the people rock. This thing took up the whole freaking building! Tables covered in boxes full of books. And if you go Saturday you can get a box of books for 3 bucks. Just have to fill it. The thing about the sale though is that the aide in me wants to go around and put things in order. I mean, they have them divided by category but not by author or DD#. Drives me nuts. Ran into a frequent patron and he had the same urges, and was apparently acting on them, haha. I figured it was my afternoon off so I'd leave it alone. Got some good Patterson stuff, Robert Fulghum, old One Book's, some comedy stuff, I'm diggin it. Think I will take Squirt on Saturday if she has interest.

Tomorrow will actually be a regular day. Schedule-wise. Which sounds weird because lately I'm all about the irregular days. They're actually fun, as long as you know where you're going and when to be there. I just do what I told. Which isn't a problem cause I love my job. Jobs.

Song of the night: Throwback Thursday

Survey says....

"Your Mama Don't Dance" Loggins and Messina

hahahaha, OMG. so, I did a search on here to see if I had posted this song already - cause it's awesome - and typed in "your mama don't dance" and three results popped up. one of them was a dream log that I had posted earlier this year and I was reading through some of them, just duuuude. My Life in Closed Captions: "Those are gonna be some weirdass dreams..."
Who the hell is Agent Larkin?
Although my favorite is "Are we going to get in trouble?" "Just tell them you were the one waving the flag." thanks Superwoman. but why was I waving a flag again?

Short version - I write what I remember of my dreams in the note section of my phone. I used to do it on paper but it got all over the place. This way they're all together. Kind of makes me want to go through the entries since then. Hmmm... Will see about posting those tomorrow. If I post. Smo is coming into town so we will have a jam session. Perhaps I will post before she arrives. Will look them over on my lunch break, see if any of them are worth it.

PS - Did anyone watch Criminal Minds this week? Rossi's cooking lesson was fantastic. I died of laughter. And Kirsten totally loses it at one point. Love it. This season of Criminal Minds fixes all problems, great and small.

"We're angels, not saints."

Well, that was interesting.

Classic Charlie's Angels with the cheesy dialogue, models everywhere and big action sequences. Although I'm happy that I didn't have to grab the remote and turn the volume down everytime the music came on like in the original series. And Bosley?! What the crap? He's got mad fighting skills now! And they're very tech-friendly. Which is cool but not so believable. Charlie shows his wealth, but they're in Miami and it's present day so that makes sense. It's just a massive change over.

And I could live with all of that. But the voice of Charlie totally killed it for me. It's like, he sounds almost like a computer. Or a really old and weak man. Which is anti-Charlie. Cause Charlie is supposed to be a ladies man constantly surrounded by women. And this dude....just no. I don't like it. And John Forsythe is dead. And originally it was supposed to be Robert Wagner. But it's clearly not. Perhaps he will man up in the future.

But I'll stick with it. Cause Drew's producing - Drew Covergirl Commercials for pilot = 4 - and it's Charlie's Angels and it's Flower Films and it's ABC. Even though that last one means that it's done. ABC doesn't give their new series a chance. Especially if they have a female lead, let alone more than one. It's toast. But I like it and I'll watch it anyway. I was impressed by that Grey's chick as the lead. And the new chick should be interesting. The preview for next week seems dramatic and cheesy and exciting, very Angels style with big explosions and tackling people. I'll keep you posted.

Today was interesting. Staff meeting in the morning, switched out my Sept. 11th display of one about Books to Movies/TV. I TOTALLY PUT 1ST TO DIE ON THE DISPLAY! YEAH WMC! It will live forever! Bring it!
That and Reichs books, Harry Potter, Mary Shelley, Dracula, ummm....Runaway Jury....ummmm I don't know there were a lot. But it' awesome and I'm proud.
After that it was more fun as an Aide where we shifted - massively - the bottom row up. Cause I'm both crazy and stupid and apparently enjoy books falling on my head. Luckily I live my life surrounded by children so I've learned to censor myself and the vulgarity was kept to a minimum.
But no one can see anything on the bottom row so I moved it up. And now it's all pretty and in order. Not that it will be by tomorrow, but it was worth the afternoon.

Tomorrow is gonna be a long day so I'm totally out....after singing YEAH TOAST all day I'm in need of a change of tune.

Throwback Thursday says....

"Jailhouse Rock" Elvis Presley

love the fake instruments. that's fantatic.


OUT!

Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin' and we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive...

Crazy crazy day. I thought 9-12, you know, whatever. Nope. 9-12 bookdrop, lists and shelving. PS - SENSEI is BACK! And rockin' it. With a bedazzled cast. Now who could have provided those...hmmm... looks vaguely familiar. Not mine. Haven't had a cast since grade school. Ace bandages and braces don't count, right?

Okay, 9-12 there, ate lunch at the apartment while finishing/posting my homework, then headed back to my old stomping grounds. It's weird going back now. Which is funny, because it never used to feel that way. I loved high school. With a passion. How many people can say that honestly? It's part of the reason that I hated college. With a passion. It wasn't high school. It wasn't the same. Dorms didn't count. But I loved the school and the sports and the drama productions and the people and the choirs and the teachers - it was fantastic. And going back for Homecoming was just a natural thing, great to see everyone again. Now it's like, ehhh. I think I'm beyond the years of going just to go. I think it'd have to be a reunion thing. Although we know what happened with that...
ANYWAY, so I went back and watched Squirt and Bubby kick some volleyball butt and of course got talked into being a line judge. By the same dude who talked me into night patrol at camp. He's just so freaking persuasive that you don't see it coming. So I couldn't cheer even though - okay i ain't saying who were the best people out on the court. if they happened to be a tall chick with orange streaks in her hair and a short blonde who's nicknames just happened to be Squirt and Bubby, then that's just the way it is. That's not nepitism. That's fact. You'd agree if you had seen the game.
But Squirt is not an actual squirt. She's taller than me. And in 8th grade. So when it comes to being dominant in sports she takes the cake. Cause no matter how hard they hit it, if it comes in her direction she'll just smack it down on their heads. Cause they're tiny. Our team included. My favorite part was our first point, she set it to Bubby who spiked it over. It was fantastic. But I couldn't cheer! Cause I was a freaking unbiased line judge. Mean. I was tempted to do the Willems point and pose method, but I passed. Cause, like I said, time has passed and no one would know what the heck I was referring to. Unless he still does it. Which I guess is highly possible.
After that we ran like The Flash to get out of there cause Bubby had football practice and they were going to be late. So hit up my apartment, then Barnes and Noble where I found not one, not two, but three freaking different cover copies of Frankenstein by Mary Shelley. I mean I know that Halloween is coming up and all that, but still.
Same book, different prices.
Check these.






The first is a pop-up book. I know! I was intrigued...The fourth is my copy. Yes, those are my lucky charms in the background. Anthology's are awesome. Is it anthologies or anthology's? I'm going with the apostrophe. It seems safer. No idea why. But that's what you use when you're a lit major reading eight classic novels a month.
Speaking of anthology's, picked up H.G. Wells' seven novels in one book today as well. The real H.G. Wells, not the Warehouse version. although if Jaime Murray were to write a book I'm sure I would read it. And review it. And make you all read it. Because she's just that awesome. OMG, Jane Lynch's biography is out and in stores now, huzzah! Coming to a library near you?

After the joy that is shopping for books and realizing that I've shelved over half of that store, headed for the brewery, ordered some awesome food - I'm super stoked for my leftovers. Thinking of pulling them out now, but going to put that off until around 2 or 3AM. Yes, small children sleep more than I do. Get over it. But I love my family and the food was awesome so tonight was fun. Interesting conversations though. Our server was charming and handsome and had no ring - is that part of the single life, that you just check for that automatically? Which, I guess, technically that doesn't work anyway since I wear a ring on that finger that looks like it could be one but really isn't. So that method is totally totally not...what's the word I'm looking for? correct? ACCURATE. let's go with that. But mine scares off the creepers at work so I'm okay with it. Anyway, Second Sister ordered a drink and he goes
"You do know there's no liquor in that."
"You do know that I'm pregnant right?"
apparently he had offended women in the past so he's more careful now. Wise man.

PS - Smo, T-Magic was there. And it was hilarious because Second Sister - who's just not a fan of football whatsoever - goes "who?"
The guy, eating a burger, and facing us.
The old guy with the glasses?
No, he's neither eating a burger nor facing us.

And more fun conversations were basically...just... You can definitely tell we're related - although Sarah wanted to fool the server into putting our bill together claiming that she's having my baby. To see the reaction. Which was weird. But okay. Because we had been joking with him all night. He got a big tip.

Moving on, just one-liners are just, they stick with you. You know? And I've added a certain few into a catagory I like to call: "Conversations I could never have with my mother". I love my mom. But there are just things that we don't talk about. I think it's the age gap. But for Oldest Sister and Squirt, she's like the cool mom who's into everything and all that.

"Did you talk to a boy?"
"No...I stared at his butt."

There are more, but I don't think that I should repeat them.

Then, in the parking lot, oh my god, have you ever had one of those parking spots where you're surrounded and you're like, okay i'm in, but i'm never going to get out of here without hitting something! and then you come out to your car and that area is completely deserted except for your car? ME NEITHER!!! Ever! But tonight it was, I was stoked. We should do late dinner more often. Less waiting and better parking lot leave-age.

Wow, what a ramble. Should like zen out and sleep now.

Tomorrow is going to be a loooonnnnng day. Two halfdays in a row, I'm getting used to napping and watching Charlie's Angels. Tomorrow is going to be a wakeup call, in more ways than one.
I get to be a mom. Sort of. For a night. ish. Oldest Sister is leaving me her two children and I get the joys of running them and their friends to sporting and social events.
But it's only for a night. So don't get any ideas about this happening with me any time soon. Unless you want your grandchildren to be named "the Chad" and "Batgirl".


Song of the night - Throwback Thursday

"Stayin' Alive" The BeeGees
what is it with him and that jacket? desolation looks like something out of Endgame. god I hated that play. with a passion. Sorry Mr. Beckett. grossed me out and made me angry. Just leave him!

it was a good jam for the night.

though i was tempted to post this: "Pop Goes My Heart"

alright, off to watch some CA and sleep.