It's Oh So Quiet.

My house is once again empty.

Very empty. And very quiet. It's always sad when everyone goes away. The tears are what gets me the most. I've said good-bye often enough that I don't cry myself, but then someone else starts and it's all downhill from there. Especially when it's the kids.

I do miss having everyone around, but today it's okay to be alone. I have a lot of things going on right now and it's easier to deal with them when nothing is competing for my attention.

Things like my lack of enthusiasm for school this semester and the possibly broken zipper in the dress I'm supposed to wear on Saturday and the truck with the broken ignition.

So yeah, it's okay that everyone went home - because now I can swear freely.

It's Wine Tuesday!

So here I am, after a long crazy family weekend with a case of wine at my feet.

From her!



This is Diane, my uncle Pete's wife.

This is the view from their winery.

I heart them.

Another Friday.

And a houseful of family is on the horizon. As in six members of my family. All at my house. Five of them for a week.

!!

I'm also in the midst of packing up my office - the entire office. Because we're moving in three weeks. There is five years' worth of stuff to go through. I'm also doing this on my own. But we won't speak of that.

!!

In addition, I have about 100 pages of cataloging text to read so I can figure out how to create MARC records on my own. And a quiz. Due by Wednesday. And I have to find a records manager to interview by next Friday.

!!

My nose is running again today.

!!

I need a nap.

The Siren Song of Sleep

Suddenly achy
my head oozes, longs for rest
allergies? Or flu?

And I'm FREE!

Okay, maybe not totally free. There's always something more to be done, isn't there? But today I'm all caught up with cataloging and records management. So hey - I could read for fun in Palm Springs! Of course, I left my pleasure reading at home.

I guess it's a trashy magazine, then. Sigh.

And speaking of Palm Springs - I'm going to meet SHAG tomorrow night. I am beside myself with excitement.

And this.

I'll start off by saying that I love Vegas. Love love love it - not enough to live there permanently, but it's one of my favorite cities and I spend a lot of time there.

But.

This story bothers me a lot.

Obviously a lot of construction is happening in Vegas every day. The Strip is different every time I see it, and I'm there at least every other month. It's not unexpected that accidents are going to happen.

But I know that CityCenter is being completely funded on cash by MGM/Mirage...and there is a huge push to get it built and open so they can make their money back. I just wonder how many accidents it's worth so they can recoup their investment.

Okay, off my soapbox now.

So, is this a nationwide problem?

New York may ban iPods while crossing street

The lawmaker is quoted: "It's becoming a nationwide problem."

Somehow the fact that a New York state senator has time to concern himself with something as trivial as whether people are walking into the sides of buses because they can't be bothered to look up is disconcerting.

Let them get killed, I say. If they're too oblivious to look both ways before crossing the street they deserve what they get.

Because really? I'm pretty sure the NYPD has better things to do than ticket pedestrians.

Briefly:

I got an email from 1954 this morning.

Evidently I had won a new Razor. I'm guessing it was the actual shaving implement as opposed to the Razr cell phone, since it was from 1954 and cell phones hadn't been invented yet.

I'll do anything to avoid reading about records management...even read spams from the past.

Blah De Blah Blah.

I was asked if I anything exciting was happening today. My response was - well, if you think reading about managing document-based information systems is exciting then yes! I'm having a really great day. Maybe taking a cataloging quiz is someone's idea of a thrilling time, but for me? Not so much. It's just part of the long trudge through another semester.

Also: my nose is runny.

My life is so glamourous I could spit.

I Did Things!

All sorts of things!

Happy hour! Gun show! Flea market! Piercing! Superbowl party! Drinking!

Piercing?

Yes.

Please note it did not happen while drinking. So that's something...and it's just another cartilage piercing done for moral support. Because really, what's another painful hole with a barbell through it?

I almost got a tragus piercing. But I'm totally afraid of it getting infected and dying of blood poisoning in my brain. And then maybe people would think I'm just trying too hard.

So I probably won't attempt to become the most-pierced librarian.

The Longest Week Ever.

Will this week EVER end? It seems like it's been Wednesday half the week. Except today, which is Thursday. Um, yeah.

Anyway. The highlight of this week has been the string of emails from the father of the girl who hit my car in a parking lot the other week. We've gotten a quote of $1100 to fix the damage from the insurance company approved body shop. This man has, so far, offered $350 for us to live with the crease in the side of the car, offered to sell my husband diamonds at a discount, and asked for pictures of the damage so he can get a quote from a friend's fiance who "owns a body shop in our area - where do you live again?".

Fortunately, I'm not the one dealing with this, because I'd have already called him up and laughed loudly and then demanded his insurance information. I've had this car for 4 months - I'm not about to accept $350 to look at a crease every day that will cost me $1100 to fix. Nor am I going to have some random body shop do half a repair job.

And diamonds? Unless you're GIVING them to me to resell, no thanks.

So the final choices have been given. Either write a check or give us the insurance information. Or I will report a hit and run. And I'm betting his daughter will REALLY like to have that on her record.

Of course, my biggest fear is that they aren't insured. I suppose that's why carrying uninsured motorist coverage is a good idea.