you're my shooting star.

Oh Davies, what a day.

Yikes, haven't said that in a while.

Today was great.

Periodicals and new books in the morning, then some time to do supplies, worked the desk for a few hours, got a polish dog for lunch from the place I really need frequent flyer miles from (i go there basically every day, their entire staff knows me by name) watched Total Wipeout during lunch (yep, flew through the American then Canada then Australian ones, now I'm on Britain) and then the afternoon was the art show.

Huge success, had at least 50 people come in and check out the artwork whilst my TAB kids played music and directed traffic. Had one kid play piano, one played violin and the other two played clarinet. I was very impressed, especially by the eldest she really took charge when it came to playing and talking to people.

But then again all of my kids are awesome, I was just super proud of them today.

Tomorrow I'm sure I will be again - we're jamming out at the mall to celebrate Read Across America - aka Dr. Seuss's birthday - so we're doing some facepainting, handing out bookmarks, signing people up for cards, reading stories, etc.

Should be fun.

And that's all I've got for you because it is currently 2:40AM and I really need to be sleeping.

Stupid homework, I'm ready for graduation.

Was talking to Superwoman today who was like, "you'll have 2 doctors in the family when you get your PHD in Library Science." Think I literally laughed out loud. Told her I'd think about it after I get married which Queen of the Known Universe pointed out probably won't happen for another ten years - scroll down a post - so by the time hopefully she and the Library Goddess will forget about that idea.

Hey, inflation says I've got 5 years to get married. Oldest sister got married at 21, brother at 24, second sister at 27 so I've got 'til 30.

So even if it is just 5 years hopefully they'll have forgotten and moved on, cause there ain't no way I'm going back voluntarily AGAIN.

Once was enough. Even if I have flown through the program.

And gotten all A's except for that one A- ugh.

Nope, ain't happening. As much fun as it is - and I say that sincerely, I do love it - this is enough for me.

December and I'm done with homework eternally.

Please quote that to me in the future if I ever have thoughts about going back.

I'm counting on you to save me from the stress and frustration.

Cause I need sleep!!

So, music, fiction and I'm out.


Goodbye to You - Michelle Branch acoustic version


classic. she was great solo, but love her even more as The Wreckers with Jessica Harp. but you've already heard me ramble that tangent.


and then just cause i think it's funny...

Betty Glover's Library Workout Tape from 1987

"stamp, stamp!"

Do have to say the cutest thing today was seeing the 6 foot 5ish security guard walk hand in hand with a 2 year old to go play with toys in the youth services section.

Almost swooned, which is weird since I don't plan on having kids.

My mother hates it when I say that and his mother told us she wants 3.

Yeah, dropped that bomb about 3 months into the relationship so apparently she knew it would last before we did.

Moving on.

In girum imus nocte et consumimur igni - Part Four

I’m moving. They must have put me in the back of the pickup. I can feel the wind pass over me. Of course I can’t tell for sure since there is something over my head. My head hurts. I try to reach for it but my hands are tied behind my back. I sit up and kick out my legs. Something jumps. It must be the girl. I can hear her whimpering across from me.

“What happened?” I ask.

She sniffles. “They hit you from behind with your gun.”

That’s why my head feels like it’s going to explode. “Where are we?”

“I don’t know. They put something over my head. I can’t see.”

“Are you restrained?”

“Yes.”

The truck slows down as they turn onto a bumpy road. Back roads. Less people. Not a good sign. I try to pull against the ropes that are tying my hands. It hurts but the blood that it brings forth is worth it since it makes my hands slicker. I think I’ve almost got one hand free when the truck slows down and comes to a stop. I freeze and just listen. Rock music. Windows must be down. Doors open. Pause. Doors slam shut. Footsteps. Tailgate is opened. Then the truck slants as one of them gets in the back.

A hand grabs my arm and pulls me out of the back. I fall, not being able to get my footing in time. The taller man takes the bag off of my head. He smiles at me, his gold tooth shining in the moonlight. I look around and see a pond next to the blue pickup that drove us here. There are trees surrounding us on all sides. Private property maybe? They pull the girl out next. She falls beside me. They take off her hood and I can see the marks her tears have made on her cheeks. She doesn’t make a sound. Smart girl. You should never show fear to your enemy, but it doesn’t really matter, they’re going to kill us anyway.

“Get up,” he says, kicking me in the back. I use my hands tied behind me to push off the ground. I turn around expecting to see the girl doing the same but she hasn’t moved. He grabs her by the hair and pulls her around to the front of the truck. She whimpers but doesn’t scream… much. The headlights are on, shining toward a gap in the trees. She finally stands and he pushes her toward the gap. I stop, looking around for the German. Maybe I can make a run for it. I hear a gun cock behind me and feel it being pushed against the back of my head.

“Don’t even think about it,” says the German and kicks my leg, propelling me forward. I follow the taller man toward the gap and see uneven grass. Hills. Tiny hills. Graves. Not good. The German throws two shovels toward them and cuts the rope binding my hands. “Dig,” he says, pointing to a spot next to what looks like the most recent hill.

and then you'll want the love you threw away before...

I'm tired of filling a tire that was supposedly fine a month ago!!

Broken it is.

Full of crap mechanic is.

Play nice or I go Yoda on your ass.

It gets really old really fast.

So, my week has been suckish.

Which you know already.

But today wasn't so bad.

Was almost incident free and I got to see the boyfriend.

But that's part of why the week is suckish, he's busy and I'm exhausted and freaking out about stupid stuff that's going to my head.

But apparently I'm a better actress than I thought cause I play it off fine.

IN FACT Bosslady actually used the words "chipper" and "perky" to describe me. Then she called me a cheerleader and I laughed in her face.

Then called Sketch who laughed in mine.

Cause if you know me know me, you know that I am none of those things.

It was my brother who brought it to my attention in the first place when I got two jobs at once with no experience.

"You must be a good actress."

But that's me. Be the person they want me to be, keep my head down and I'll be fine.

Not that there's anything wrong with cheerleaders, I may be marrying into a family filled with them sometime within the next 10 years.

I'm giving him 10 though with the rules of inflation he may only have 5 and some change.

Oldest Sister got married at 21.

Brother got married at 24.

Second Sister got married at 27.

With inflation that gives me until 30, right?

We'll see about that.

I mean, it's not as if I'm going anywhere so I'm fine with waiting, but there is such a thing as waiting too long.

Anyway, we watched Moonshiners.

My dad would be so proud.

And then some Die Hard.

Stoked for the new one!! He was making fun of it, saying they'd still be making Die Hard's when Bruce is old and in a wheelchair.

But I don't care cause they are all awesome. And now I'm tempted to watch the first one from the start. Do a marathon over the holiday weekend.

I'm off Monday and Tuesday!!

Technically we're only closed Monday but since I worked the weekend and did the party on Friday I'm taking my 2 days off and getting the heck out of dodge. Think gonna go crash at the farmhouse for a few days.

Gotta get out of here, clear my head and all that crap.

Ha! Sketch.

I didn't realize how often I used the phrase "and all that crap" until Sketch and I had this epiphany that if people overheard our conversations and how we ended them they'd think that we have no emotions whatsoever cause it's always "well i love you and all that crap. okay bye." or something to that effect.

But it's just our thing.

The thing and the thing.

She gets it.

I get it.

Like I said, not so chipper, perky, cheerleader, whatever on the inside.

Just on the outside at work.

Which I can do.

It's basically a job requirement.

Or as one of my grad school classmates put it, "Just don't be an asshole. That's my mission statement."

On to the music:

Keystar - Munchausen By Proxy

2:16 is still the best.

wish they made a complete album. granted half the soundtrack is theirs but still, they rock.

i need more keytar.

Final live appearance together

One Fine Day - The Chiffons

not bad for 49 years later.

i've watched that movie and listened to that soundtrack far too often but it popped up on shuffle on the ride back and i totally jammed out. almost missing the cop sitting in the middle of the road.

good thing i don't speed on the way back.

i go back and forth on which version is my favorite, but it's usually this one

One Fine Day - Natalie Merchant

pretty sure i posted this one back during Merchantfest but you're getting it again anyway.