I have to work tomorrow :-(

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I had today off because I work tomorrow. The kids and I spent the morning shopping then we had a picnic at the #Wildcat-Hills-Nature-Center. It is right outside of town, then we went to the headquarters which has a hands-on place in the basement for kids and they spent about an hour messing around digging up “fossils” and watching honey bees and playing with rubber animal poop. 

When we got back, Leo wanted to play catch. I grew up without ever playing #catch, so I have lots of learning to do. We tossed the old hard ball around for a while then I threw a great underhand toss which hit Leo right on the top of his head. Shortly after we got those tears wiped away I threw a grounder that bounced and hit him right in the nose. He was a little disappointed he didn’t get a bloody nose. We put the baseball away while the car still had windows.

I never thought of this when I was pregnant and drinking strawberry limeades by the Route 44, but I blended up a package of strawberries and the juice from a big old lime then put that in my ice cube tray mom had me get to freeze pesto in. Guess what! You stick a couple of cubes in a Sprite and you got yourself a strawberry limeade! It does take a while for the strawberry stuff to melt. What I did do when I was pregnant was make that frozen slushie stuff you get at baby showers, with lemonade and orange juice and strawberries and bananas and what not, then you pour it in small plastic cups and freeze it. It makes about 40 cups. Yeah, I made that twice for my own consumption.

A few random things

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My boss has been weeding the non-fiction section of the library. It needed it desperately. So my co-worker and I have been removing books from the library system. The boss lady started with the 000s, which is the unknown information section, like computers and the abominable snowman. That kind of stuff, then she hit the 100s which is philosophy and the “woo woo” stuff, like horoscopes and Sylvia Browne books. People like to steal her books, and I can see why. I was going to link you to her site but she charges $80 for an 18-month subscription, and I thought if you were that interested in her you would already have your own subscription, and if you weren’t then Wikipedia would do.

All along I have snagged a book here and there because, well, I have a thing about books. I picked up one called “My Angry Son.” The title pretty much says it all, except it has a happy ending. I found a couple on ethics, one on some lady who had ESP in 1801 and after just thumbing through it I am having second thoughts. I also found one called “The Way We Never Were” which purportedly debunks all kinds of nostalgia.

This month she hit the 200s. Religion. I snagged a couple of Greek and Roman Gods books for my daughter who is enamored of Percy Jackson. Friday I went home with a book about members of a religion (more like splinter groups) who had revelations to kill people, like their sister-in-law and her baby, or revelations to kidnap girls to make them wives and such. It has been pretty interesting, although not overly balanced. Today I snagged one due to the blurb in the jacket. Let me quote it for you…”The evidence he has uncovered…is so shocking, so chilling, and so credible that it needs no hyperbole.” That line alone made my top ten list of great book recommendations! The book is about exorcism. I may not even read it. I might just read the blurb again and again. The top two book names from today were, in no specific order, “Fire in the Soul” and “Improving your Serve,” the second about being a servant of Christ. Very clever, I thought.

The gal who is also removing books with me went home with a pile of Catholic books and Pope and Mother Theresa books. I went home with books about killing others in the name of your god, and an exorcism book. (I also snagged Firefox 7, the one with the snake handling) In my defense there was not one single little book about John or Charles Wesley. Not one.

Then I get home to find my baby sitter gave me two weeks notice and the guy I asked to rototill my garden came over without his rototiller because he wanted to make sure I still wanted it done. And I burned my tongue on Chinese tonight. So to sum it up, I have a prospective replacement baby sitter scheduled to come over on Thursday, the garden is tilled and I am going to go soak my tongue in some white wine.


I will finish with these quotes from a Writer’s Digest magazine, which reminds me, I need to renew my subscription.

Says Charles Bukowski, “That’s the problem with drinking…if something bad happens you drink in an attempt to forget; if something good happens you drink in order to celebrate; and if nothing happens you drink to make something happen.”

And you can’t have a quote about drinking unless you include Hunter S. Thompson, “I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence or insanity to anyone, but they always worked for me.”


It has been a few months…


Women are hard on themselves. At least I speak for myself here. I have been unfortunate enough to have my photo in the paper a couple of times this last year. (I come from a line of modest people.) Once was in a group when my boss retired. So I look for myself in the photo then look at the place I think I will not like on my body. Yep it is there. The bulge where I didn’t have my stomach sucked in enough. It really doesn’t stick out that far, I have hip bones, and for those of you who have livestock; no tail-head fat. I should be okay with myself. I really should. 

A co-worker and I have started an evening book group at the library. **Plug for book group** The group is both in-person and online. Our first book is Bonk by Mary Roach. We are the only evening book club in town, and our motto is, “Not your mother’s book group.” You are welcome to join us on goodreads.com. Sign in and go to groups. We are called LSPL Book Junkies and we are open to anyone who wants to join us. Seriously. We have quite a few people IRL but most haven’t caught on to the online part.

So I am trying to compose a press release for the paper. My boss suggests just calling the paper and having them do the article themselves. So I did, and the dude took a photo of us and said it would proably be on the front of Sunday’s paper. “It better be above the fold” I said. It was a slow news day, as they say.  Even more than that stubborn tummy thing, I hate to look at my neck. For some reason, I have this thing on my neck (even when I am at my skinniest) that makes me feel fat. It is glaringly obvious in the picture -like a double chin. (My co-worker noticed her snowman socks…of course she only has one chin.)

My dad (again modest family here) saw the article a week later. You see, he was out of town and he has to read the papers in order. He had heard about it from people, but waited until he was caught up with the older ones before he looked at it. He did not mention my chin.

I called my mother last night to feel her out on this idea of surgically finding my jaw-line again and she told me it is a dominant gene I got from my Great Grandmother Messenger. Thanks Mildred. I got the kitchen cabinet and the double chin from you. The goal is for nobody to notice anything happened, or maybe for the occasional, “Have you lost weight? You look great.” I don’t want to look like Nora Roberts who can’t close her lips and looks like she should be dating Dick Clark.

It feels good to blog. I guess we will see if it happens anytime soon again.