Author: Polgara

Yikes, one busy day at work, and I nearly forgot to post! I have nothing earthshattering to share, I’m afraid, as I’m *still* busy at work. The heater is on because the office is like a freezer. I had evil, stabby thoughts about a coworker today who “seriously annoyed” me (I say it like that in case my uncle ever finds this blog, but what I really want to say is much more uncouth), but after venting to my supervisor, I downgraded my thoughts to just evil.

The changing of the clocks hasn’t sunk in yet–woke up way too early. But I stayed in bed, and the cats, rather than pester me for food, decided to hunker down with me, or more to the point, ON me. I think I still have a crick in my neck from the way Jack settled on my head.

That’s it for the now. I know I promised to post pictures, and I owe three more things about me, but those’ll have to wait. Later!

7. I’m addicted to Scrabulous, which is a problem because the more I play, the better I get, and some of my friends are threatening to stop playing with me. 🙁

8. I have five Celine Dion cds. I know! There’s no way to defend the state of my musical taste when I was in my twenties. If it helps, I have them all unchecked in my iTunes.

9. I’m in a lifetime struggle to the death with my weight. Nov 2006, I weighed 15 pounds less than I do today in Nov 2007. However, in Oct 2007 I weighed five pounds more than I do right now, so you see–constant struggle. The up and down is probably what’s going to kill me in the end.

Ok, that’s not really true, I just have that song from Avenue Q stuck in my head today:

I’m not wearing underwear today,
No I’m not wearing underwear today
Not that you probably care
Much about my underwear
Still none the less I gotta say
That I’m not wearing underwear today

Right now I’m procrastinating getting dressed and out of the house to visit Miss Gracie. Not that I don’t want to visit Gracie, of course, ’cause she’s usually the highlight of my weekend; it’s the getting moving part that I always have a hard time with. It didn’t help that my morning started off with trying to figure out why my desktop wallpaper didn’t appear when I booted up. Usually that means my external drive needs rebooting, but this time the drive was fine. Turns out, when I went to properties, the only images in the wallpaper selection screen were the defaults, and oddly, the images I’d deleted yesterday. Weird. Still, not a great way to start the morning.

In other news of my terribly exciting life, I spent yesterday knitting my first Christmas gift of the season while watching Buffy dvds. No clue yet who it’ll go to–it actually turned out so nifty I might find it hard to part with it. At least that’s one I can check off, though. Friday night, I sorted my wool yarn by color and pattern so I can just knit through it all without much thought (a rip-roaring Friday night, that was!), so I’ll be starting number two when I get back from Gracie’s.

I also managed to get off my duff last night and took a walk to Best Buy. I was motivated to do so by a desire to go hiking today–I found a nifty site that describes hikes local to my area, and one of them seemed to be not too difficult. Sadly, even though the round trip to BB is barely over a mile, my injured hip was still pissed off before I got back, which means no hiking for me yet. It felt good to get out and moving, though; I’m planning to give it another try tonight (must remember to stretch this time, though). On the plus side, my knee, while tired and cranky after the walk, did not spasm like it usually does. This is very heartening news.

In blog news, I’m going to try to remember to post a photo every day. Everyone likes photos, right? This is a picture of me with my sister, my cousin Kerry and her daughter Korina, taken last month when I went home for my cousin Cindy’s son’s wedding reception. (Didja follow all that?)

Weather: 61F with an expected high of 73F
Breakfast: South Beach PB&chocolate protein bar, two cups of tea

4. My closest friends are people I met online, specifically at The Bronze and Buffistas (both Buffy the Vampire Slayer communities).

5. I first started wearing glasses when I was eight, and I was very happy about it, because the most popular girl in class also wore glasses, so I considered them very “in”.

6. When asked, I usually say my favorite color is purple, and yet my favorite nail polish (and hair) color is blue, and most of my yarn purchases are in shades of green, and my bedroom is decorated in pinks, oranges and yellows, so I’ve recently come to realize that I really don’t have a favorite color–I just like all of them!

Weather: 59F, with an expected 81F high for the day

Breakfast: Same as the last two days–protein bar and tea (only one cup so far, ’cause even though I remembered to pick up a box of Lipton yesterday, I didn’t realize how very low the milk supply was)

One of my favorite online comic strips is Unshelved, about life in a public library. I met the artist last summer at Comic-Con in San Diego–he was very nice, signed my book with a cute drawing of Dewey, the lead character. He said one of the things he’d learned that weekend was that Unshelved had a larger number of non-librarian readers than he’d realized, which I think is cool. After all, librarians aren’t the only ones who love libraries. 🙂

For the past few months, they’ve been featuring a contest called Pimp My Bookcart, which is exactly how it sounds–pimp your bookcart, send in a picture, and the best wins a brand new bookcart (actually, second best does too!). I’ve been ignoring this contest because, let’s face it, I may love libraries, but I don’t work in one. But today, they posted a link to a pimped bookcart that was featured in the news in Rockford, IL: Decked-out library cart is beyond cool.

Look at that picture! Isn’t that the cutest thing you’ve ever seen?? But more importantly–and this just proves what an enormous sap I really am–is the story of how the welding class at the school turned it into a class project, and worked together to create something so adorable–and functional–for their school library. I love stories like that; they’re the medicine to all the stories of the apathy of today’s kids that are usually more common.