My mornings actually start at night. I cherish my time alone when the boys are asleep so much that I am willing to stay up until almost 2 o’clock in the morning on a work night. I will set up shop on my couch, watch at least one episode of Colbert or Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders, take a quick ½ hour nap, eat a bowl (or two) of ice cream and then pretend I’m getting into shape by squeezing an hour on my elliptical while watching Fifty Shades of Grey. (Okay, I’m actually working out, but I’m not sure it counts…
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Vacations Give the Loveliest Headaches
A vacation is an adventure that always starts off so exciting with thoughts of perfect travel, exciting experiences and wonderful fresh food that surely await me when I get to my point of destination–in this case, the Big Island of Hawaii. Getting to sleep the night before leaving is one big giant game to be played between myself and myself, trying to convince my excited brain that if I don’t go to sleep right now, I am going to be a miserable crab the next morning. Sometimes my brain gives me a break and lets me go, but more often…
Mini Musings—Thank Goodness I Have My Words
As I was wasting my life away on that time suck that is facebook, I came across a meme/photo/thing that describes me pretty well: I’m pretty quick to pass on different curiosities that cross my beloved laptop screen, but this one sort of stopped me in my tracks. Its succinctness in describing my life can only be described as miraculous. Now don’t get me wrong, you can’t really shut me up once I get going verbally, but when I get a keyboard in front of me we’re talking about a whole new dimension. My job as a children’s librarian requires…
When Expectations Hit the Fan—A Tale of Two Dressing Rooms
And so It Begins–A Tale of Two Dressing Rooms (Part One) Continued… After spending a few minutes looking for someone that looked like they had keys on them, I (sheepishly) realized that the door to the dressing room was unlocked. I mentally slapped myself upside the head and continued with the task I had set myself up for—complete thrift store domination. The signs said five items per room and I said, “Kiss my grits.” I shoved all of my precious items inside of the dressing room, hoarding like I was Gollum. I have this irrational (or maybe all too real)…
And so It Begins–A Tale of Two Dressing Rooms
Isn’t it amazing how quickly a day can change from one of the smoothest experiences you’ve ever had to the biggest downer of the century? Actually, I bet it’s not that amazing because I’m guessing that most of us have those kinds of days several times a month. Maybe more. And if you don’t, we need to have a chat, because I need to learn your every secret. You have evidently mastered life and I must emulate you in every way possible. I hope to someday become one of you. But until then, I must dwell in the land of mediocrity…
Adult Slumber Parties–learning to adult
Hey everyone! In the spirit of trying to get my mind off of unpleasant things going on in my life right now, I felt the need to look for something fun and distracting to follow. I found the perfect blog post that shows EXACTLY what I need in my life. Thank you to learningtoadult for the fun post! Sleepovers: Where you spend the night at a friends house, usually girls, aged 9-late teens. Though boys have sleepovers but they call it “spending the night” at someones house. Has absolutely nothing to do with any sexual activities. -Urban Dictionary Slumber parties are…
And People Still Let Me Near Their Kids: Part Three
Continued from- And People Still Let Me Near Their Kids: Part One And People Still Let Me Near Their Kids: Part Two Tutor was put out to the public with just a little fanfare and was instantly loved by everyone. People wanted to hold him all of the time, but I wasn’t down for that and kept telling people “someday” he would be ready for that kind of turtle/library customer relationship. I stressed over the tank, and the fact that I couldn’t quite get the filter to work correctly. A once pristine tank was now cloudy and dirty and I…
And People Still Let Me Near Their Kids: Part Two
Continued from And People Still Let Me Near Their Kids: Part One I kept putting off the final decision and was beginning to think that I might get away with not getting a library pet after all when the aforementioned friend of the library told us about a little turtle that she wasn’t going to be able to take with her when she moved to another town. Of course, I knew nothing about turtles (and heaven forbid I actually do decent research at my place of business) but felt that it was the kind of animal I would be able…
And People Still Let Me near Their Kids: Part One
I am in an intense love/hate relationship with a turtle. Yes, you heard me correctly—a freaking turtle! Did I invite such a creature into my home to become a part of my family? I did not. Did I walk into a pet store and happen upon a cute little critter swimming happily in his tank and fall instantly in love? No, although that would be an interesting start to a story. I just happened to be in the right (wrong?) frame of mind when a friend came in and asked if the library would be interested in taking a turtle…
Mini Musings–Why Can’t I Write for Myself?
Life is good. I love life. I love spending time with my kiddo and time with my hubby and time, well, just being. But then other life things start getting in the way and I find myself wanting to jump the next around the world cruise so that I can just find some space to breathe again. As I am sure many other people my age have gone through, I am finding myself wanting to just do the fun and soul-filling things I like instead of putting so much effort into things that just let me be. My job as a…










