Thursday, May 31, 2012

My online home has moved!

I have created a new blog. Why? Because I'm taking a break from school and so the name A College Girl's Days doesn't really seem to fit anymore.

My new blog is Dancing With Fey, and I hope to see everyone over there! The URL is

I've still got my book blog up and running, and you can find me over there when I want to talk books.

Sunday, May 27, 2012


I meant to write next about Tall One turning 21! Honest I did! But I got distracted by the pretty thunderstorm!

Tall One turned 21 this week. Now he can buy booze and gamble, but since he doesn't want to do either, it doesn't make any difference to him. Still, I think I should have bought him sake.

I didn't get him any drinks, but I did buy him a set of essential oils. Most of the oils in the set were things he already had, but two of them were new, which is what was important. And the others should keep, so he just has extra. Unless he wants to share with me...

My friend The Belly Dancer turned 22 just two days after Tall One's birthday. I was supposed to visit her in Spokane over this weekend (and attend an SCA event with her and her boyfriend) but stayed home due to being sick. Dangit. But hopefully she had a good birthday, and no I will not tell you what I got her. Why not? Because I was going to hand deliver it, but it now has to be mailed, and I want her to be surprised when she gets it.

Saturday, May 26, 2012

Beauty in thunderstorms

"The wild elements were slow to abate, but as the day passed, they wandered elsewhere. Once again the sky was revealed, and the setting sun glowed with brilliance. As beams of light tinted the clouds with blazing colors, everything gained a sharp contrast: brightly lit on one side, deeply shadowed on the other. Objects had a unique sense of mass; grass stalks seemed sturdy as marble pillars. Ordinary things took on an unearthly beauty; Eragon felt as if he were sitting inside a painting."

The above paragraph is from Eragon by Christopher Paolini, and it's what I thought of during two rare thunderstorms last evening and again this evening. Except, I thought that things took on an "unearthly beauty" during the storm, not just after. More green and vibrant.

What do you think? Is the world more beautiful during a storm? After? Or not at all?

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

The darned question

I've been sick a lot recently, and have missed a few days of work. Naturally, there's the question of how I should respond when people ask that annoying question, "How are you?"

How I answer depends on whether they really want to know, or if it's just a polite question that they are asking just because that's what coworkers and acquaintances say to each other. Obviously, since I don't read minds, I can't always know if people want the truth or not.

For a while I pretty much always said "I'm ok," but then finally figured out that I should be honest with my employer about my health. Especially since there have been two separate occasions (or three?) when I went in to work but couldn't stay the full day. So now I generally answer "Not so great," but still sometimes say "I'm ok" or "I'm fine" when I'm really not.

I'm writing this post on Sunday, and will be seeing a specialist on the day this actually goes up. Hopefully I'll find out what's wrong with me then, or maybe they'll say that I need some tests done. And then we can fix it, and then I won't have to lie anymore when I say "I'm doing fine" in response to that darned question.

Monday, May 21, 2012

Don't know when to give up

Half the fun of Tall One playing in a bagpipe band is the stories that come out of it. Most of the stories don't find their way onto this blog, but this one will.

At the latest band practice a metronome was needed. The regular metronome was absent, but never fear, Tall One had his iPhone.

The pipe major hooked Tall One's iPhone up to a speaker, which was great, but the speaker was designed to automatically bring up iTunes. It also had a "play/pause" button that would talk specifically to iTunes, not the metronome app that my brother was using.

Lucky for Tall One nothing embarrassing came on when the pipe major hooked up the speaker and it automatically turned on iTunes. All that started playing was the audiobook Bartimaeous: Amulet of Samarkand by Jonathan Stroud.

The audiobook kept getting turned on as the pipe major tried to use the speaker's "play/pause" button to turn the metronome on and off. Mostly people could ignore what was going on in the audiobook, until finally Bartimaeous said...

"You just don't know when to give you, do you?"

The pipe major always remembered to go straight for the iPhone, not the speaker, after that.

Sunday, May 20, 2012

The irony is laughable

I've had TMD on and off for a few years. What is TMD? It's a problem with the jaw joints that can be quite painful at times. It can be caused by stress, and clenching the jaw and grinding one's teeth makes things worse.

My TMD (along with my acne) mostly cleared up when I moved out of my parent's place last month. For the first time in I don't know how long I was using neither muscle relaxant or a splint. The muscle relaxant relaxes a person so that they're less likely to grind their teeth at night, and the splint fits between the teeth to 1) help avoid trouble by keeping the teeth apart, and 2) protect my teeth from myself. Yes, I actually have two small chips in my front tooth, put there by stress last year.

Oh yes, about that splint...I broke my splint early this year, finally saw the TMD doctor about getting it replaced about a month ago, and was finally able to pick up the replacement last Wednesday.

Of course, even though they had taken a mold of my teeth and used that to make a splint special for me, they still had to do some adjustment. And how do they figure out what kind of adjustment is needed? "Here, put this in your mouth, let me put this colored bit of paper between your teeth and your splint, and grind your teeth side to side and forward and back." Which naturally aggravated my TMD.

So I went to the TMD doctor to pick up something that I no longer needed and the visit aggravated my TMD so that I now need the splint that I had not needed before my doctor visit.

Wow, irony?

Thursday, May 17, 2012


Imagine if someone tried to name a high school sports team The Jesus' or The Buddha's. Lots of people would be making a fuss.

And yet I see sports teams named after Pagan gods.

Not that I'm complaining. I just think it's funny, and awesome that our gods have sports teams named after them.

Sunday, April 22, 2012

Queen of spades

I've notices a strange occurrence: when playing Hearts I am usually dealt the queen of spades. That seems rather strange (I suspect some trickster to be at work) and so unlikely that I would like to keep track of it. That way I know that I really am getting that queen a lot and that I'm not just going crazy. Or maybe I am going crazy, but that's another matter. Either way, I figure that a good place to keep track of it is on my blog.

So, here's a start to documenting how often I do (or do not) receive the queen of spades in my hand.

I played Hearts with my mom and brother last Friday and got the queen 6 of 8 times. It was the first 5 hands in a row, and then the final hand.

Luckily I'm good at giving her away during the game. ;)

Until I get bored of this I'll share the following info every time I play: how many hands played, and how many of them I was dealt the spadey queen.

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Friday, April 20, 2012

Sickening. Just sickening.

Two days ago I went to my doctor for a physical exam. During my appointment I told her that I've been queasy almost constantly for the past couple months. She thought that it might be stomach acid reflux and prescribed a medication accordingly.

I took the medication yesterday morning, but in the late afternoon I started feeling bad. First I was just mildly nauseous and had a headache. It got gradually worse when I got off work and eventually I thought I was going to throw up. I was actually kneeling in front of my toilet trying to hold it back. I'd had no idea it was possible to come that close to throwing up without doing so.

As a result I stayed home sick today, and called a nurse at Kaiser to find out if there was a connection between my illness and the new medication. And yes, side effects are headache and nausea. So in an effort to make my near constant queasiness go away my doctor gave me a medication that made me almost throw up.

The irony is sickening.

And yes, I wrote this post just so that I could write that horrible pun.

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

My new home

I should be doing homework, but am having trouble focusing... Maybe the fact that I wrote so little during the last few months had more to do with not going to school than with my full time job.

Today is my first full day in a new place. How has it gone so far?

I hit the snooze for an hour.

I took a bath since I don't have a shower curtain yet. (Kokopelle wasn't sure what to make of a tub full of that wet stuff.)

I had pop tarts for breakfast. (My dinner last night was soup (stolen from my parent's pantry) that I ate right out of the pot at the stove since I didn't have a bowl or place to sit.)

I got a duplicate key made and bought nails. I also stopped by a second hand store where I got a floor mat for the bathroom and silverware, since I didn't have any forks.

I dropped by my mom's office at our library...burst into tears, and she drove me home.

I set up the electrical bill to come to me instead of my landlady, and I set up internet. (Somehow it's cheaper to buy cable, add internet, then cancel cable in a few weeks. Weird, but ok...)

Now I'm at my parent's home to do homework since they have a printer and anyways I don't have a work space set up yet.

So that's my first full day in my new place...up to 4:30.

Oh, and I also didn't have lunch until I got to my parent's home...about an hour ago. It's not that I have no food...but I don't have much, and I haven't gotten to go grocery shopping yet.

Sunday, April 8, 2012

Can too do it

I've got a full time job that I've finally (I think) gotten used to, I just started back to school part time last week, and I'm moving tomorrow.

Maybe I shouldn't be surprised that I keep alternating between feeling like I'm on top of things and feeling like I'm simply not capable of doing everything, including homework. I love Murray, though. When I told him that I feel like I can't manage my homework he said "Bullshit."

I love my boyfriend. :)

ps. Also gotta love dyslexia. I first wrote the title of this post as "Can do to it."

Thursday, April 5, 2012

Conversations with dad

"I know I'm weird. I was born that way! What's your excuse?"

"I'm your daughter."

He didn't have a good comeback for that.

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Female stuff

Warning: This post may gross out a few people of the opposite gender. It's a topic I generally don't talk about publicly, but then again, it's about something that's normal and happens to almost every woman, so why not?

I woke up this morning with a back ache, constipated, and queasy. Which admittedly I've been queasy for most of the past couple months, so I guess it isn't due to my period. I'm also feeling really sluggish. Oh, and I've got cramps.

What do I want today? I want a day to just focus on myself. I want to be able to read, maybe write (oh wait, I am doing that), and not have to do anything. I know it used to be that way in some cultures, when a woman was in her period. And not always because the menstrual cycle was considered unclean. Some do consider it to be a very sacred thing, and something to be celebrated.

But it doesn't always feel very sacred when it hurts, and when I have things to do. Such as homework and packing.

I guess I'll see what I can do to prepare for moving day Monday, and get some homework done. Then maybe I'll light some candles on my altar and enjoy some aromatherapy. Maybe eucalyptus and mint.

Do you ever wish that you could just take a day for yourself when you start your period? What would you do with that day?

Tuesday, April 3, 2012


Back to school this term, after a term off to get used to having my first full time job.

So now, I have a question. A pretty serious one. If I get no answers that's fine, but I'd love to hear what people have to say.

What is math?

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Moving and the pets

So, which pets are coming with me...


He's coming.

Beka and Sabine

When I got these two I fully intended to bring them with me when I moved. Unfortunately, I was suffering under the delusion that I would be able to find a place that would have neither of the following rules:

1) No rats, and/or
2) No more than two pets.

One cat plus two rats would equal three pets, and there's no way to get around the rule of no more than two pets. Either way, I can't bring them. Well, unless I smuggle them in, which a coworker suggested. Call me goody-two-shoes, but I'd rather not go breaking rules like that.

When I got the girls I signed a contract stating that I would give the breeder the option of taking them back if I found myself unable to keep them. I regretfully told her about my circumstances, and suggested that my mom could keep them. To my intense relief, the breeder agreed to that solution.

I won't be able to see Beka and Sabine daily, but at least I'll still see them when I visit home.


Technically mine, but he's not especially attached to me. He's a geriatric cat and the last time we moved he wound up catatonic, and I'd rather not put him through that again. Mom and I talked about it a few years ago, and we agreed that he'd stay behind when I move out.

This is probably a good thing, because Kokopelle has taken to tormenting poor Socks.


Dad's cat. No more need be said.

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Moving out

Finally finally finally FINALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sorry, did I get a little overenthusiastic? Gee, I wonder why...

I've managed to save up a bit of money since starting my first full time job this year, and started looking for apartments earlier this month.

I looked at one place on my birthday, but wound up in a bad mood as a result. It turns out that I don't like it when someone tries to talk me into getting an apartment on the spot that I'm not so certain about.

The second place was a little on the expensive side.

The third place just didn't feel right.

But the fourth place...I liked it. The manager told me that she'd hold it for me until noon the next day so that I could think about it. But I didn't even have to think about it that long, and decided after a couple of hours that I wanted it.

Before anyone with a good memory points out this fact...yes, it is true that my job is a temporary one. What I'm hoping is that I'll be able to get another job lined up after this one ends. And if I don't...well, the lease on this place is by the month, so it's not like I'd have to break a lease. Although moving back in with my parents would be very annoying, to put it extremely mildly, after finally living on my own.

More details to come.

Monday, March 19, 2012

Apparantly, I'm evil

When I was little I chewed on my parent's special edition copy of Tolkien's The Hobbit. I shared this fact with a coworker today and she said "People have been killed for less."

A minute later she said "The fact that you're still giggling isn't making you seem any less evil."

Yes, twenty years after the fact and I'm still laughing.

Oh, did I also mention that I developed a good taste in books when I gnawed on that novel?

Yes, this English major is evil. Very evil indeed. Bwahaha!

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Review: The New Death and others

Book cover
I got a request from an author to review a book. Since this book is in my favorite genre and he would give it to me for free, I couldn't resist. FYI: I am not getting paid to write a good review.

The book in question is The New Death and others by James Hutchings, and it is a collection of short stories and poems. They are mostly dark fantasy, and all of them fun. I've even gone back to reread a few of them.

If you like fantasy, you'll probably find something to enjoy in this book. It has a variety of material, from good witchy stories to commentary on modern culture, stories about various gods such as the goddess Fame, tales of love gone wrong, and even some good stuff for us cat lovers. I have a suspicion that Hutchings likes cats. Oh, and there's even one good story whose ending is a very nice pun that left me in a fit of giggles. But you'll have to read the book to find out which story it is.

I will admit that after the first short story, which blew me away, I found Hutchings' writing style in the next few stories to be a distraction. That was probably because it reminded me of another author, but as I kept on reading I stopped making comparisons because Hutchings' writing style is definitely his own. And when I reread those stories during which I had been comparing Hutchings to Terry Pratchett I couldn't find anything to complain about.

Perhaps my favorite stories and poems in this book are those which are commentary about both modern culture, and about some of the stupid things have probably done all through history. Those are the kinds of stories/poems which you read once, pause to think, and then reread. They include one about our our materialistic world (poem "Law and Justice"), one about why it might be better to not be famous (short story "Fame's Beloved"), and one about how we are often our own worst enemies (short story "The Enemy Within"). There are many more than just the three I've shared here.

The New Death and others is a very good book, and I definitely recommend it. And as I said, it has something for just about any fantasy lover.


If you want to read more of what I write about books, head over to my booky blog:


I must say, I'm somewhat impressed with the number of comments that I got on my last post. If only most of them were actually relevant to the topic, and weren't trying to tell me how to get more followers or trying to advertise something. There were so many of those that I actually lost count, and am now even more impressed with the Blogger spam filter.

FYI, I also consider comments consisting only of "Very interesting post" and a random link to be advertising in disguise, and therefor spam.

That's not to say that I mind off topic comments. They just need to still be relevant to the blog, or some form of genuine communication that's not trying to sell me something.

Anyways, thank you to Toriz and Debra for sharing comments which were actually relevant to the post and this blog. :)

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Joining the discussion

So, I'm joining the conversation about whether women should be allowed access to birth control. In particular, the pill.

Ignoring the argument about whether preventing a pregnancy is ethical...the pill is used for birth control, but it also has other uses. As a teen I used it for acne. (It worked wonders too! It removed a pair of impressive miniature mountain ranges from my cheeks.) I know another woman else who used it to prevent hormonally induced migraines which plagued her every month.

I'm sure that I've known many other women who have used the pill for non-contraceptive purposes, but that I just never knew because I never discussed it with them. Hey, how often do you wander up to a person and ask "So, what meds are you taking and what are they for?" But I do know that it can be used to regulate crazy menstrual cycles and heavy periods.

Why remove a medication that has such excellent uses, of which contraception is just one of the things it's good for? If you really want to ban it, then let's also ban alcohol! After all, some studies have shown that even a couple drinks can cause miscarriage...and therefore might be used to intentionally get rid of a baby. Oh, wait, but that's getting into the argument about abortion, isn't it?


I'll try to return to blogging regularly, and on non-political topics, soon. I try to avoid politics on here but got irritated enough that I had to share my own comments.

By the way, you should have seen some of the reactions I got as a teen when I was complimented on my improved complexion and asked "What have you done to clear up your acne?" One woman in particular was quite horrified to hear that I was on the pill, and her face at the moment of comprehension is a fond memory of mine.

Sunday, February 26, 2012

Library donor event = Fun

My library has an annual donor event that I attend yearly, since my family donates money. It's fun to see people who I don't often see, eat some good food, and hear some good music. I look forward to it every year.

The first time I attended, however...I did not feel so comfortable.

I was supposed to be selling Girl Scout cookies that evening, but for some reason mom had to swing by the library before dropping me off for my cookie selling shift. Unfortunately, she got tied up at the library, which meant that I was also stuck there.

People started arriving, and they were dressed nicely. Whereas me...well, I was dressed in my Girl Scout uniform. Which was nice and tidy, but it felt out of place. I was told that I was welcome to mingle, eat goodies, and watch the musicians. But I didn't.

Instead, I started browsing the book shelves. And what did I find?

I found my first explicit romance novel. Mom says that my eyes were oh so big that evening. And ok, if you must know, it was Love Me Forever by Donna Fletcher.

Since that first time I've spent less time reading and more time enjoying the event itself. Although I have had a knack for finding books in the wrong place, and books that needed mending. So, obviously, I've still been spending time looking at books. But I haven't found anything quite as eye opening as I did that first time. ;)

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Lessons in life

There's a lesson I learned last spring break, and paper cuts received during my new job has reminded me of it.

Last spring I was testing gravity (it worked!) and got my hand scraped up. I was five hours from home visiting my friend The Belly Dancer at the time so I asked to use her Neosporin, and was pretty shocked to find out that all she had around the house was soap, water, and band aids.

I was used to washing a cut initially, using a band aid maybe, putting some Neosporin on it, and the cut still getting mildly infected at times. In truth, I've done it a few times since then.

But with that particular scrape I made a point of keeping it clean and having a band aid over it during the day, though I don't think I bothered with a band aid at night. And guess what? It healed up nicely, with no infection. I was quite surprised.

Moral of the story: Keeping a scrape clean and covered is more important than using fancy things like Neosporin. Although the Neosporin can also help, I think. :)

Saturday, February 18, 2012

World history crash course

The vlogbrothers (who I've posted about before) are now doing a crash course on history and science. I personally find the history bit more interesting, and wanted to share the latest bit, which happens to be on Egypt.

Yes, it's very visually oriented, which I know is bad news for people who can't see. But I hope everyone can enjoy it regardless. :)


Thursday, February 16, 2012

Red Red Robins

I came home sick from work this morning, spent most of the day in bed, and when I finally got up again I saw lots and lots of robins. Which of course reminded me of a song that I just had to share with you.

...and of course I was referring to the first song there, not the second. Although this isn't quite the version of the song that they've got on their CD that they mentioned. :)

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

My man

Due to schedules and whatnot we're celebrating Valentine's on Saturday. That's probably a good thing, considering that I'm sick today. :( But, I can still talk about him here. :)

Murray has asked me rather often why I've chosen him. (I could ask him the same thing. Oh wait, I have.) I still can't say exactly why I love him. Who can say exactly why they love? But because of his asking I did eventually put together a list of things I love about him. Here's an abridged version of it. Abridged because I don't want to sound too sappy.

* He's fun to talk to
* He has a wicked sense of humor
* He makes me laugh
* From the day we first met I could talk to him about my spiritual practices...not that I start talking religion whenever I meet anyone new, but our first real conversation was about religion (since we found that we're both Pagan) and his time in Iraq
* He's geeky
* He reads me surprisingly well, a fact that surprised me more than once before we got really close (of course I couldn't let him go! lol)
* I can't help but smile when I see him

Ok, so that last one might actually be a result of being in love, not something that makes me love him. And believe me, I have tried to keep myself from smiling like an idiot when he comes into sight. Yet somehow I can't quite manage it.

Oh, and I guess that it doesn't hurt that he's (exactly) twice my age. I do like older men. ;)

Monday, February 13, 2012

How potentially embarrassing

I created an e-mail account for grandma (so that I could create a Facebook page for her so that relatives/friends can keep up with her) which I set up so that I would get the e-mails on my iPhone. Unfortunately it's also set up so that I can send e-mails from that account on my iPhone... And I have given the the password to my mom.

Why is this potentially embarrassing? I sent a very personal e-mail to my boyfriend (DON'T ASK) and because I had just been looking one of Facebook's many e-mails to my grandma (Facebook thinks that because that account gets used only rarely that it needs to send her notifications about things like me updating my status) on my iPhone it decided to send it from her account. And he responded, not seeming to realize that it wasn't from my regular e-mail addy. So if mom had decided to check in on that e-mail account yesterday (unlikely) she could potentially have stumbled across our private e-mail conversation without realizing what it was. I don't know who would have been more embarrassed.

I deleted that e-mail conversation (which was probably unnecessary since I told mom about this and she has no desire to read any personal e-mails between my boyfriend and me) and will be more careful in the future.


(And I knew I'm using parentheses way too much. It's a mark of the fact that I don't have much time to edit, and/or that this isn't a good writing day for me.)

Friday, February 10, 2012

An (alleged) deranged coyote

In the last week I've started hearing strange animal noises outside my home. It usually sounds like a dog attempting (and failing) to mimic a cat. I heard the same sounds about this time last year, and I'm pretty sure that it's a coyote we're hearing. I generally think it's pretty neat to hear it/them, but I was unamused last night.

After staying home sick yesterday I needed my sleep. (Mom: no need to point out that I got to bed at midnight and would leave for work the following day -- today -- at 7:30am. I know my bedtime ought to be earlier.) So I was not pleased to realize that I had insomnia. I was getting tired of not being too tired, and even wondered if I should just give up and do something productive with my time. Like writing in my book blog.

At 3am I did finally get to sleep, only to be woken up minutes later by a deranged coyote making sounds like it was being tortured. The deranged canine sounded like it must have been right outside, although I didn't see it when I looked.

So imagine: you've finally gotten to sleep after lying in bed for hours, and then are jolted awake by something that sounds like it's dying, or would prefer to be dying. Due to the timing I'm pretty sure that someone "up there" was playing with me, yet I somehow managed to be unamused at the time.

(I would like to note that I know it was just minutes after I'd fallen asleep because I was listening to an audio book, and I can tell you exactly where I drifted off and where I was woken up. There is maybe three minutes difference between the two locations.)

I still want to know what induced the animal to make that sort of sound. It didn't sound like a fight...I've heard animal fights before, and I know what they sound like: they're generally two sided. This wasn't. I know coyote mating season occurs about now, however, so I wonder if it could have been the coyote version of talking dirty? I've heard that some animals make the most horrible sounds when mating or in heat... In any event, dad had told me about hearing a similar sound (presumably from a coyote) in the last week, so I guess they're fond of sounding like poor tortured souls on occasion.

Amazingly, considering the night I had, I didn't feel too bad when I went to work today. I was even wide awake after I had my coffee.

I just hope that the deranged coyote doesn't pay me another visit tonight. One rude awakening like that will last me quite a while.

Thursday, February 9, 2012

A Knotty Valentine's

I found (or actually Mrs. B. found, and shared on Facebook) a YouTube video on how to make a Celtic heart knot, and just wanted to share it here.

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

This and that

I haven't been blogging much, and I haven't been reading other blogs lately either. Hopefully that'll change soon.

It's taking me a little while to adjust to having a full time job! It's great, and not just because I like my paycheck. But it will take a little getting used to.

And while I'm getting used to it, I don't think I can juggle it and school. So a couple weeks ago I e-mailed my adviser telling her that I'm dropping out for one term, but that I'll be back this spring. And I had better have gotten used to working 40 hours a week by then, because I'm not taking off two terms in a row.

Speaking of school...

My mom is talking about going back to school. Specifically, she's talking about doing the MBA program at my university. And Murray is also talking about going to grad school. Guess what program and what university? Yeah, MBA, and our university where we first met.

It might be interesting if my mom and boyfriend are enrolled in the same program, especially if they're taking classes together.

Tuesday, January 24, 2012


A guy asked me some interesting questions at work. He didn't seem too sure of how to get to the point, and I think he was a little nervous, so he sort of stumbled around a bit before getting to the point.

"Do you guys have books like Powell's* or the libraries downtown? Or do you ban some books? Do you have books about New Age and other religions?"

I told him to ask a librarian.**

In retrospect maybe I should have said "I'm a Pagan, and we darned well better not be banning books!"

*A local awesome bookstore. If you ever visit Portland, go to the Powell's bookstore downtown. It's giant. Humongous. Amazing. :)

**FYI, some people think that anyone who works at a library is a librarian. This is not true. A librarian has a master's degree in library science, and most people in a library don't have doesn't take a grad school graduate to shelve books, check in/out books, take out the trash, etc.

Saturday, January 21, 2012


Book cover
About a week ago I picked up a book titled Who Moved My Mouse: A Self Help Book for Cats (Who Don't Need Any Help) by Dena Harris. It was quite an amusing read.

There is a quiz in it to determine what type of cat any feline is. I took this test for myself, and although some of my results were almost a little iffy (a few points off from being something else entirely) my result was SEBR: Snuggler, Eager, Bold, Rebel. The description for the SEBR purrsonality type is as follows:

"SEBR/DISCIPLINARIAN: This kibble had better be good or I'm gonna put da hurt on some humans."

And there you are. That's the kind of kitty I am.

Tuesday, January 17, 2012


In that book which is
My memory . . .
On the first page
That is the chapter when
I first met you
Appear the words . . .
Here begins a new life.

-- Dante Alighieri

There is only one entry in all my diaries that begins with "I met _______ today." And it was Murray's name that filled in the blank.

Little did I suspect that he would become my best friend, and my lover. To be truthful, I wasn't at all sure what to make of him! lol

Ah, love...

Speaking of love, I also love the snow. Which we're getting some of here in Portland! I was excited about it, until last evening when Murray called me up to say that due to bad weather he wouldn't be able to see me as planned. My attitude towards the snow quickly went from happy to irritated.

Darned snow. Keeping my boyfriend away from me.

Friday, January 13, 2012

Buy LOTS of GS cookies!!!

I vote that we should all buy double the Girl Scout cookies that we normally do. Why? In response to the following video.

(Unfortunately, the video seems to be cut short and I can't find one now that doesn't end mid sentence. Huh.)

I used to be a Girl Scout. There are some things about the organization that I did not like, but hearing that they welcome transgender girls make me proud to have been a Girl Scout.

I wish that the young woman in the above video understood that transgendered girls are in fact female, just the same as she is. And I think that we should all buy more Girl Scout cookies than we normally would this year to counteract those who will follow her lead and boycott the cookies.

Last, I'd like to say that I like the following video response:

Thursday, January 12, 2012

The Elven Lover

I just wanted to share an awesome song. Only OMNIA could do "Scarborough Fair" like this.

I love them. =)

And, ok, I cannot resist. I just have to share a second song by OMNIA in this post: "Satyr Sex." I laughed quite a bit after the finale.

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

I love my coworkers

"So I told him that he didn't have a chance* with me," I was telling a coworker about my boyfriend, "and then less than a week later I asked him to be my boyfriend."

"Well, I guess he grew on you!" Yep, that's what she said. And I don't think she even realized the double meaning.

Gotta love my coworkers. When it gets late in the day our brains can turn to jelly and fun things happen, though it usually isn't quite so entertaining. :)

*I was being politically correct. What I really told Murray is that I would never sleep with him. Ok, ok, fine. I think what I actually said is that I would never have sex with him.

Monday, January 9, 2012

A miracle of life

First I would like to acknowledge that today is my parent's 25th wedding anniversary. They didn't do anything particularly special though, unless you count mom taking dad out to lunch at Burgerville (it was her first time there and she went on my recommendation...eeps!) and then getting sick when the food disagreed with her. Ouch.

But, they have been married for a quarter of a century now!

So, on to this minor miracle of life...

One of my mom's coworkers, who I will call Proud Grandad, lost three unborn grandbabies in the last two years. I blogged about the first one on July 30th, 2010. That was to be the couple's first child, and they lost it two weeks before the due date. Then the next year one of his other sons lost twins earlier on in the pregnancy.

I can only imagine how Proud Grandad, and everyone else in the family, felt.

BUT, when my mom got to work today she heard the good news: the couple who lost what was to be their first child had a baby last Saturday.

Mom, and her coworkers, didn't even know about the pregnancy. The couple didn't even tell Proud Grandad until it was 5 months along, and then asked him not to tell others about it.

Any new life is a miracle, but after the family lost three babies this seems particularly miraculous.

Wednesday, January 4, 2012


Books are like candy. (Actually Murray says they're like crack for me...) And yet they're not like candy because with candy you eat it and then it's gone. With books you get a hold of them...and then you can enjoy them for the rest of your life.

So working in a library is like working in a candy shop. Except that I don't have to pay for any candy that I want to take home.

I'm amazed that I've only checked out four books so far, and noted down two (or three?) more titles to take a look at later. I've shown remarkable restraint. But then again I've gotten to where I sometimes (often?) don't even see the title of whatever book I'm handling.

By the way, I'm not sure how much blogging I'll be doing in the near future. Having a full time job will take some getting used to. I don't have much energy when I get home. (Although I might have more energy when I finally learn not to stay up until midnight or so when I have to catch the bus at 6:30am...or perhaps if my work hours change to a graveyard shift.) Plus I'll have my two classes starting next week, which will keep me even more busy.

Tomorrow is my Friday. I think that on Friday (the real one, not the one I have to work) I'll be catching up on sleep.

(Yes I know I'm using way too many parentheses, but I'm too tired to edit them out.)

Sunday, January 1, 2012

My day

This post will not be well written or well edited. Probably because I'm overexcited about my new job, and I'm tired and want to get to bed relatively soon.


I woke up today with no real TMD pain to speak of, which is unusual. (TMD: a problem with the jaw joints that involves muscle pain/aches and sometimes pain in the jaw joints. Not fun.) I think it has something to do with the sake I drank last night.

Sake diluted with ginger ale is yummy...

Today was my first day at my new job, so I took off mid-morning to catch the bus with a coffee in my hand.

Funny thing, I met an interesting guy at one of my bus stops. When we got to talking he asked if I'm single and where I'm from. There was a slightly awkward silence after I told him that I've got a boyfriend, and he wouldn't believe at first that my "accent" is a speech disorder. I'm not sure if he really believes that it's due to me falling on my head when I was young (which I did) or if he just gave up arguing.

The number one question I am asked: What is my accent?

The number two question I am asked: What high school do I attend? (Some people think I look 16...which could get interesting since I'm dating a man twice my age.)


Work went well. I like the job, and I like my coworkers. I only worked a half day today, but tomorrow I'll be working a full day, starting at 8am. That should be interesting, since I'm not really a morning person. I see lots of caffeine in my future.

However, my work schedule is subject to change after the next week or so...and I could wind up working nights. So, who knows? This night owl might become nocturnal. We'll have to wait and see.

After work mom, Tall One, and I did some geocaching, and then we went out to dinner with dad to celebrate me having a new job.

All in all, a good first day of the new calendar year. :)