My "you might be a librarian if" list

You might be a public librarian if:All the copies of a book are checked out, and you have to stop yourself from running home and grabbing your personal copy to give to the nice disappointed patron.Your version of heroin is hearing that someone loved a book you recommended.You organize the books in your home library for fun.You make less with your master's degree than many people do with their high-school degree.You earned said masters degree so that you could spend your days showing people how to use their Yahoo email account. (First step, open a Gmail account instead. Yahoo sucks bricks.)You laugh until you cry when you hear the phrase "librarian shortage." Then you go twist a few of the pins you keep in your ALA voodoo doll.You secretly bristle when you hear the term "librarian" applied...

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You might be a librarian if . . .

Goddessdivine had a hysterical "you might be a teacher if" list up on her blog, so I looked around online to see if there were any "you might be a librarian if" lists. This list was written by Danielle Dreger-Babbitt at Examiner.com. I decided to have a look and see if I feel it's accurate.You might be a librarian if:You compulsively reshelve items and straighten shelves when browsing at Barnes and Noble(I actually do this at other libraries. When visiting Barnes & Noble or Borders, I have to throw all notions of organization, rightness, or sanity out the window before I even walk in. Otherwise I end up in a corner, rocking and drooling between shelves that make no earthly sense.)You alphabetize your spice rack (and everything else)(Ooooh, I know what I'm doing this weekend!)You own more...

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Oh, I memorialed

I hope y'all's Memorial Days were good. Last Friday I was at Albertsons and noticed a veritable sea of potted & wrapped chrysanthemums in front of the store. The volume was surprising, as was the part where people were snatching them up like nobody's business. I thought, "Huh. Who even knew that mums were so popular here? I always thought they were kind of lame."Then about 6 hours later I remembered about Memorial Day. And how some people actually live near the grave sites of deceased loved ones and so would be putting flowers on said graves in commemoration of the day. (Note: May wish to consider selling potted mums at roadside stand near...

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Happy Memorial Day

May your grilling, traveling, visiting, swimming, eating, remembering, and all other activities today be happy and safe ones.Also, here's a shout-out to my dad (retired Air Force) and my brother (active duty Army). I love you guys!(image from Howlin Mad Detachment - Marine Corps League bl...

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Sundays...

For the past consecutive Sundays, I have started to notice a thing that has been contributing to my temperament that in turn contributed to my increasing neglect of this cyber repository.You see, the fact that I reside in such a densely populated place like Singapore where it's impossible not to have people talking to you, demanding things from you, requesting you to do things even for the span of a few hours, makes living a chore for a person like me. I used to treat Sundays as my sanctuary, the full 24 hours entirely to myself. To heal. To re-charge. To regain equilibrium. To find inspiration. To find peace. This is getting increasingly impossible now, I have no idea why... I simply loathe the feeling of a half-rested mood on Sundays nowadays, where my mind and emotional state are troubled...

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Buzz buzz

The good news is I'm not working today. The bad news is I am working tomorrow. Special. So today I'm left to my own devices and I think it will be a "get the work done" day.I have actually been making great(ish) strides at decluttering the apartment and keeping it tidy. I'm trying to tackle one thing at a time, lest I fall into my usual habit. (Usual habit = get twelve projects started, lose interest in all of them, leave projects lying around on floor, trip on project at some point and kill self.)Maybe if I report my progress here it will make me feel a bit more accountable. For instance, am dying to show you pictures of my gorgeous balcony garden which has been in place for nearly a week now and has not. even. died!!! But first I need to finish potting the last few things and get the camera...

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Yeah, it's pretty much a habit now

Today I completed my second day in a row of working out at my community rec center. Am sure I will be a hardbody in no time.And if I were at all feeling unmotivated about gyming it up today, the sight of my tummy pooching out over the waistband of my skirt and the sensation of my ab fat jiggling around independent of my body as I walked got all the motivated feelings right back where they belonged.I shall now reward myself for such hard work by walking over and observing the 20 ducklings that live in the complex and possibly trying to smuggle a couple of them back into the apartment so that I may hold them to my face and coo at them.Speaking of ducklings, everyone needs to watch this video while squealing loudly enough to break glass. It is requir...

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Shoulda been a 900 number

(Note: Do they even make 900 numbers any more? I don't even know. What I do know from late-night commercials is that there are all these attractive people holed up in their homes alone in tiny shorts, ready to connect with other holed-up-attractive singles through the telephone. Which, yeah, that seems about right.)I had a steamy, steamy conversation on the phone today with a stranger. He didn't know me; I didn't know him. We breathed dirty, dirrty words at each other. Words like "money market," "emergency fund," "Roth IRA," and "whole life insurance." And oh, it was good. I waited to call until GH was in the next room sleeping, so he wouldn't notice my heaving bosom and grow suspicious.This all happened when I called USAA (translation, the best club in the world ever to belong to, right...

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It's embarassing how bad my memory is

Got this letter at my work email address and it caused me no end of enjoyment. Figured it would be wrong not to share. My responses are in parenthesis.Hi [Nemesis]How are you doing today? (I am doing quite well, thank you.) I went on vacation trip to London and attend a program to support people living with HIV / AIDS, I am very sorry i did not tell you about it until now. (Um, you SHOULD be sorry. I mean, I would pass on the HIV/AIDS conference because so many of the library teens have already cause me to spend hours weeping over the fate of humanity, but rubbing your London trip in my face, I must say, is a bit ho-baggish of you.)I really need your help because I am stranded in London, (oh dear!) you will not believe I forgot my bag in the taxi where my money, passport, documents and other...

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Making GH love me a little less, right here

I was going to blog about how happy I am that this week is the finale week for so many television shows. When expressing this to GH, however, he became angry and informed me that I was no longer invited to the Lost finale party we are attending at Rice.and.Mr.Pudding's home in Ogden this evening.Well, fudge.(Except I quite like the Rice Puddings, so will not let GH's bad attitude deprive me of their company.)Tried to explain to him that with that big chunk of time soon-to-be cleared out of our (his) schedule, there are so many other things we can do together. He can use the Time Formerly Known as 24/ House/ Prison Break/ Supernatural/ Smallville/ Chuck/ Fringe/ Dollhouse/ Whatever Else is On Time to do things like search for a new job and build up his portolio and turn me on by vacuuming...

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Conversations that couples probably did not have 50 years ago

Remember how we discussed the part where I tend to think way too much about the too-far-ahead future? And how GH usually humors me? Yeah, I've changed my mind about the humoring part.Yesterday he decided to be clever and start doing an impression of me. (Note: in his impressions, I sound like I belong on Teen Girl Squad. It is important to know this so that you have a clear mental image.)So. We have GH, mocking me in Teen Girl Squad voice. (And no, we were not even talking about babies, so don't ask me where this came from.)GH: And what if one day we have a baby that is half-girl/half-BOY? What then? And we have to just decide right then what it's going to be! And what if we pick the wrong thing and the kid resents us for it. But we have to decide! We HAVE to decide!!!Me: You think we're...

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Nerd vs Geek vs Dork

In the last post I maintained that my husband is, in fact, a nerd. Others took exception, pointing out that his qualities (and his collection of Sci-Fi t-shirts) most likely make him a candidate for the status of geek, instead.So I decided to do a bit of research on how these different terms work, and it turns out tehy're all over the place. Here's one stab at it, though.According to this wikihow article and others, a Nerd = a bright or even genius-level individual with intense and advanced knowledge, interest, and skills in one field (usually academic), likely to the exclusion of other interests, associations, or social skills.Geek: Intense interest (but not necessarily accompanying skills) in obscure fields that are not necessarily academic. So, what the geeks would call, "a nerd with social...

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In which I win "Best Wife Ever" award

I married a nerd. A handsome, smart, funny nerd, but a nerd nonetheless. I am not sorry about this in any way. It does, however, means that sometimes adventures like the following are bound to happen.GH has been beyond excited about J.J. Abram's upcoming Star Trek film. Excited like he has been calling me over to the computer for the past 5 months to watch every single teaser trailer that has come out. And the 2nd-angriest I've ever seen him was when I behaved in a dismissive manner toward one of the trailers. I believe the words "I don't love you anymore!" possibly came out, which is when we got to have the conversation called "Yeah . . . we do not actually use those words to each other, get it?"(1st-angriest I've ever seen him = the time I told him I couldn't see what was so bad about our...

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