3 ladies

In our home, there are now three females.
Me.
Jane.
And the portrait of an anonymous woman we bought a couple of weekends ago.

rubber ducky pirate

Guarding my cubicle @ work.

P.S. If ever there was a week that I wish I wasn't a librarian, I'd save that wish for this week. People suck; they are lunatics; I hate jerks.

pop!

There's a fruit stand in our neighborhood that also sells flowers. Steve surprised me with these on Friday:

being me is so hard. can i have what you're eating?

5, no 8, how about 10 extra lbs

It's a quiet Saturday around here; I keep waiting for it to rain but it has been mostly cloudy. And it's still like 90 bazillion degrees. Go figure. It's cool inside - we're comfortable as you can see.

As I'm writing this, Steve is in South Carolina. He's just driving through - he'll get to Charlotte, North Carolina this evening and then fly home. He left this morning. Wild, no? He's helping out a seasonal acquaintance (I guess that's what we might call her?) get her wheels to her summer place.

Ahh, a summer place. I wouldn't mine one of those.

So, the post title refers to the weight I've gained in the last few weeks. Remember I was running? I injured my knees from starting out too hard and had to hang up the shoes. Finally, they feel better. Anyway, my hormones are playing evil tricks on me. My hair is thicker (and I have an awful hairdo to boot). My midsection is donut-licious. My clothes are like, "Yeah, you're going to split our seams, chunk." It is NOT A GOOD DAY TO BE THE MADGE I tell you!

postponing the inevitable

Strange scheduling at work has me all backwards.

I was summoned for jury duty in June. I love how the summons reads: congratulations! I've done this once before, in Portland...and without fail, if you're in a small room long enough, the most politically conservative person in the world will sit next to you and try to make small talk. About his rankings and ratings of best AM talk radio shows devoted to the severe right. Or the group conversation keeps going back to the that one juror who keeps a pig for a pet. So really, you have a pet pig? Oh my gosh, I can't believe you have a pig! These are the people that could decide the fate of the rest of your life. And me. But when it comes decision time? My eyeballs might be scratched out.

So naturally, I'm filled with dread.

monday dottage

Potential items of interest, May Nineteen:

• I managed to pull Steve away from Deadwood long enough to make him watch Wait Until Dark with me. I think it was worth it: we laughed ourselves silly over Audrey Hepburn's freakishly large camel toe action. Dude! You'd be surprised. Steve thinks she might have had testicles going on in her pants.
• It turns out there aren't many other points of interest. I've officially entered the blogging doldrums.

grrrrr

So we're encouraged to blog at work - it's a "project"; we're behind the times; don't ask - and the blog I created for said project was seized and locked for its suspicious spambot nature by Blogger. It's going to take 4 days until it can be reviewed by a human and deemed appropriate. I am pissed! What did I ever do to you, Blogger? I give you my business, I wait out your downtimes, I check in nearly everyday. And this is how you repay my patronage! Fuck you cocksucker! (Steve has been watching the first season of Deadwood and I've heard cocksucker so many times it kind of lost its taboo charm.)

Maybe while I'm waiting out the storm, you could help me answer the very question I'm supposed to be blogging about: in what ways can public libraries use blogs?

I said. We're behind the times. Understand?

more here-n-there

I'm absolutely dizzy from today's thrifting frenzy. I haven't been so good with keeping up my other little blog, Solid Cherry, let alone this one...soon I'm going to have to commit some time for items-bought picture taking. What do I do with my time? You see, you get sucked into a TV series on DVD and that becomes your life until the series prematurely ends and you're like whaaaa? No more Veronica Mars? It's an awful feeling. What WB/CW series do we turn to next? Steve is wondering about One Tree Hill; me, Gossip Girl, perhaps? I feel so out of the loop.

Argh! I had a very short weekend (just today) and I'm in denial that I have to go back to work tomorrow. Do I have to? Why? Why must people use the library on Sundays? WHY!

I'm over-the-moon about these. You can all expect love notes from me shortly.

brief stopping in

Whew! I'm submerged in a few things:

1. running
2. Veronica Mars, season three (she works in a library, dudes!)
3. general upkeep of the homestead
4. and then there's the fabulous guilty pleasure I'm reading
5. kayak.com - new to me and designed exactly to my brain's liking