Oh, sometimes I get a good feeling, yeah.

Pics of the week: 

BEFORE: 9 carts

So we have these hours where we're scheduled in the "circ workroom" in which we check-in all the bookdrop and delivery items. This is what I walked into the other day.

Hour later: 0.5 carts

I left half a cart plus the new books cart for big brother as I didn't want to leave him with nothing.

But the new books cart takes forever cause you gotta change the status plus put them all out. So that could take an hour in itself, depending on how overloaded it is. And it was.



Oh the joys of the backroom.

My clean clothes.

Like three weeks worth of them.

In my gigantor closet.

My mother would be so proud of my organizational skills.

I'll get to it eventually.

I think I'm turning into a girl cause I'm running out of space.

Though to be fair a big portion of that is fun t-shirts.

And a random TV.

That works.

But I have a different one so now it just sits there.

I should probably do something with that as well.

So, today was good. Made a lot of progress on Food Drive stuff which is helpful as I'm off this weekend and it's supposed to start on Sunday. Basically, the plan is, put out the barrels, and hopefully the branches will have picked their volunteers to build the sculptures out of the items donated.

And if not they'll get assigned and just have to live with it for three weeks.

Fearless Leader and the New Girl volunteered at the work branch. They are both very artistic so I'm stoked. Boss's Boss's Boss is awarding the prizes this year, one for most creative, other for most items donated.

I have two judges so far, the Food Bank director and an artist. Still working on the third.

I'm hoping people get into it. If not it's just going to suck.

But we'll see I guess.

Last year there was a mass amount of food donated since we opened it up to the public. This year with all the hype about it perhaps it will gain even more.

Alright, need to sleep like immediately. Driving the Library Goddess to class tomorrow, meaning I have to be across town by 7AM. Meaning I'm up at 6AM cause I don't know where I'm going. I mean, I have the address but getting there might take a while.

And I'll need to be conscious. And you know, coherent. And perhaps communicable. Which doesn't happen often before 8AM. At camp perhaps, but that's cause there are children everywhere and I'm supposed to be in charge.

So I'm out for the night which means I need to switch from Dark Shadows to something I've seen and therefore won't need to stay up to see what happens.

Silence bugs me, no idea why. Even doing homework I have headphones in.

In honor of Leverage's soon to be released season four on DVD:

"Good Feeling"

love it.

Last class tomorrow, then I'm off for the weekend. Go see the boyfriend and buy some fireworks. Awesomeness.


i get a good feeling, yeah.

Well I ain't first class, but I ain't white trash. I'm wild and a little crazy too...

Duuuuude, did you see that come from behind victory? Burkhead rocked it! 28 unanswered points and it's all because of him, Lavonte David - stole the ball right out of his hands!! - and did I see a little bit of T-Magic make an appearance as well? I'm proud of our Huskers, we are definitely a second half team, way to pull it together for Homecoming weekend.

Time for a new segment I'm going to call: Pics of the Week
And, apparently blogger likes to post pictures in reverse order so we're going to go back in time. Stick with me.

the highlight of the day:

Meet the newest addition to the library family. I shall call him Maximus Awesomess, aka the Spawn of Awesome.
Queen of Awesome had her baby, Max, and while the Queen of Awesome she may be, the Queen of checkers she is not. Not today at least. She got dominated. We'll blame it on the fact that she just had a baby. So that's allowed. I jammed with them for a while this afternoon at the hospital. They're both happy, healthy and hoping to go home tomorrow.

One of the joys of NLA:

note the "free bar" part. us crazy librarians.

Oh, gameday beverages:

Oldest Sister enjoying her chelada through a straw.

Towers jamming:

some patrons have weird senses of humor

My bad:

woops.

Red and blonde, huzzah!

the supreme and uber-fantastic donna, we talked booze cakes and shickley shenanigans while she dyed my hair. thanks donna, you rock!

songs of the day - going old school country.

"She's in Love with the Boy" Trisha Yearwood

classic country. stuck in my head for no apparent reason.

"Some Girls Do" Sawyer Brown

love his dancing.

To dye, or not to dye? That is the question.

You know what's really sad?

When you sacrifice your hair color for your job.

Seriously.

I like my fire-engine red hair! And Superwoman approves. But, to some, it seems unprofessional. And, as I work in public service, perhaps that's not the best thing. So, tomorrow, when I go and get my hair dyed and chopped, but mostly dyed, I'm debating just getting highlights. I know! What happened?! Just highlights?! What has working public service done to you?! I'm asking myself those same questions. And I blame it on the night shift.

Tuesday night night-shifts always somehow turn into a debate. Space Cadet and I always have completely random conversations - you can read all about our sea cow vs. snow leopard debate from last week here: My Life in Closed Captions: I guess I'll go on home, it's late. There'll be to... Today the majority of our conversations revolved around my hair color. She doesn't want me to dye it. "But whyyyy? It's so pretty! Just say no!" And then she pulled the ultimate mom question.

"Why does your hair need to be red?"
"Because it does?"
"But why?"
"Because I like it red."
"Why red?"
...

I had no answer. Had to do some soul-searching. All this from hair-dyeing, I know. Seriously? But it was one of those questions. "I don't know, it's just always been red." Which, again, wasn't really an answer. So I'm trying to think of one now.

I wasn't the most popular kid growing up. Grade school was kind of a disaster area and high school was just interesting. Going away to a dorm school and living with the same people 24/7... there has to be some room for rebellion. I found that in my writings and dyeing my hair. Mom is okay with it because it's temporary, unlike tattoos or piercings. Not that she'd have that problem with me, I see a needle and I pass out. Literally.

And it worked for things like One Act and Drama productions. I dyed my hair so many colors - red, blonde, blue, orange, purple, black and back to the original brown we forgot it was. But I liked red because it was way out there.

Plus I was a Charlie's Angels nut and that was Dylan's hair color. Yes, let's blame my hair diagnosis on Drew Barrymore. It's not like my friends don't already blame her for enough of my habits.

But that was then. Well, the Charlie's Angels stuck, but should the hair color? At the time I liked it being so out there. Loud and obnoxious. I wore my headphones and skater clothes, talked my idiot slang talk, made friends with some interesting characters, picked up some bad habits. But am I really that person anymore? Am I supposed to be? I'm a professional now. Getting my Master's. Working two jobs. Running a kids camp.

I'm over-thinking things. I should just dye it and get it over with. Actually have one thing in my life that's the old me. Instead of the public service me. Which apparently has made me both a social person and semi-morning friendly. And do things like debate highlights vs. hair dye.

Like I said, over-thinking. So, why red? Why does it define me? It's loud and obnoxious. It sticks out in a crowd. It makes me quirky and gives my family plenty of ammo to throw at me.

Aren't you supposed to stick out in public service anyway? The chick that interviews people for OPL says she wouldn't hire anyone who picked "invisible" as their super power. You're supposed to be seen and out there helping people.

And librarians are known for being way out there. With our green tea and literature references. Although my grammar is still atrocious. On purpose mostly. So perhaps red hair would be the right choice.

I guess it'll be up to Donna tomorrow. Maybe she can point me in the right direction. Hmmm...

Quote of the day:
"You text her after hours?"
"She texts me asking if Castle is new!"

Pics of the Week:

fun with faulty equipment. this is what happens when the receipt printer suddenly decides to start working after not working for half an hour.


paparazzi! a picture of taking a picture of taking a picture of taking a picture of... from Sensei's going away party. We rocked the place tonight, the parking lot was packed.


our very own Vanna White


QofA and Space Cadet hard at work

Sensei's party was a blast. More on that tomorrow. Her last official day. I might actually cry. She's fanstastic. And we're going to go insane without her.


what I came home to tonight. *hand over eyes* "geez mom, just dye your hair red already. i know you just want to be as cool as me." yeah, maybe i'll add in a bullseye on the side.

Alright, off to feed my super cool cat and eat some supper myself.

OUT!