Identity Crisis
Christmas Elf, Nipper Twinkle-toes, reporting in for blogging duty today. What? That name isn't good enough? How about my bunny name, Mandy Cheeks McGee--is that any better? Or do you prefer my monkey name, Crazy Orangutang?
Hey, don't be so picky; I've got scads of names to choose from now. Low down scum o' the seven seas pirate names (Red Anne Cash), lofty and graceful elfin names (Lúthien Tîwele), futuristic Jedi names (Decam Hebry of the planet Aviane), and even some names that were to embarrassing to mention . . . take my word for it, you don't want Professor Poopypants to change your name for you!
Yes, thanks to http://generatorblog.blogspot.com/ I can be whoever I want to be. Now, if I could only figure out who that person is.
Wasting (Time) Away
I looked for interesting/non-depressing news. I looked for library info. I even looked for stuff about librarians (all the while thinking about a grocery list for shopping tonight). And I used those recommended sites like Technorati. Did they help?
NO! Holy Frustration, Batman!
Maybe I did something wrong. Maybe my search parameters were messed up. Maybe I just am resistant to change. At that point I didn't give a care--I turned to tried & trusted Google to help me. And help me it did--I was able to find my www.newsoftheweird.com and my new favorite library blog www.librarian.net and life is now good.
But as far as getting a grocery list finished, oy! Our cupboards are bare; our wallet is lean, and my practical husband says "no" to my cravings for real mac-n-cheese. Who knows what we'll be eating for the next week? At this time, we might as well be wasting away.
Resistance is futile.
http://www.bloglines.com/public/mannameAll this headache and nonsense over that one small line above! I don't know why I resisted so strongly (it wasn't the principle of the thing), but going about the business of setting up a blogline account for myself and getting into the whole RSS thing just kept on giving me the willies. So I kept on procrastinating and then forcing myself to do just a bit of the exercise and then procrastinating some more and . . . .Finally! Triumph today! I'm finished. I can move on. Oy. (Though it does seem kind of crazy to me--I looooove reading and here is an exercise that is all about getting into reading in a whole new way, a new electronic way to lose more time!)
Dark jokes
Maybe it isn't such a great idea to create a sign when one is hungry and tired . . . or maybe going grocery shopping when one is hungry and tired is the thing that isn't such a great idea? Either way, you are bound to end up with something you never intended from the start.
Avast Ye Hearties!
"15 Men on a Dead Man's Chest!" Yo ho for National Talk Like a Pirate Day! I'd like to do a special shout-out today to me favorite pirate, Yosemite Sam. You can keep your Blackbeards, your Captain Kidds, your Edward Teaches, your Anne Bonneys . . . just give me that little stumpy, bad-tempered, rabbit-shooting pirate. Don't feel foolish if you just need to let out a hearty "Arrr!" Wear your eye patch with pride! Flourish your pegleg and shine up your hook! It's a great day to be a pirate. And if you cannot get behind such a fantabulous holiday, then ye deserve to be keel-hauled! or to be marooned! or even to be doing the dead man's dance at execution dock! So all me mateys out there say, "Yarrr!" Now let's go look for some treasure.
Technobabble
When it comes to technology, I am just smart enough to get myself lost or in deep trouble--but I mostly can find my way out again. Mostly.
I'm smart enough to troubleshoot small things, set up email accounts, copy & paste, save correctly, find different drives and various other things that seem to baffle many people here at my work.
I get a head rush at my brilliance till I realize that I have no idea how to use the MP3 player I'm hoping to get when I finish all of this blogging stuff. Riiiiight.
But this blogging stuff and all of our assignments are teaching me so many things that I may someday actually become brilliant! My sister is laughing at me over all of this--the idea that I will become a technogenius!--but hey, I am slowly overcoming/understanding all this technobabble that permeates our lives: I now love my cell phone, feel trapped when I can't check my email on a regular basis, and Google with the greatest of ease.
It's all good to me . . . just please don't ask my honey where my technical prowess stands, he might hurt himself laughing.
Tribute to Inigo, Fezzik, and Vizzini
Making Tracks
I'm going to be heading Home soon. Have waaaaay too much laundry to catch up on, supper to cook, notes to write, and much to be dealt with--a table covered with the stuff of life, two crazy cats, and brownies that are just demanding to be made tonight so I can scarf them the rest of the weekend.
I'm going to be heading Home soon. There's waaaaay too much to be done and all I want to do is veg. Just wish I could let it slide for one more day . . . or else have a maid! I wish that my home was all sparkling clean and not a major guilt trip in the works here, but hey, it's Home! The place where my story begins. The place where I can find my happily ever after.
I'm going to be heading Home soon. Gonna hand in my ticket, take a seat, and watch the world whirl past till I'm finally Home.
~ Thanks and credit due to: gwhiz web at flickr.com whose most excellent picture I copied here
Addicted to Love
My husband and I always don't agree on everything (what a shocker! but we do agree that our baby, see the gorgeous girl in the picture up above, is swell, just swell). One thing we disagree about on a semi-frequent basis is that I have too many books. Ditto for shoes and hats. He thinks that I spend too much time and money on my addictions (except maybe chocolate, which is a necessity of course) and that I get addicted too quickly. Maybe he's partially right; I fall in love so easily, and then it's too late--I've got to have more!
It's a good thing that I don't live near Vegas, and that the only gambling I allow myself is the poker game on my cell phone (I'm up by $156,000 right now, but 2 days ago I had almost $50,000 more). See what I mean by addicted?
I like playing games, I like fooling around on the computer, and I easily lose track of time on the best of days. Yikes! Let me mitigate the gloom & doom of this post by saying that my best addiction is my family's love . . . sure can't get enough of that!
Sound too mushy for words? It is.
But today I was a fool. Yep, a fool who lost track of time fooling around with blogging and Flickr and all sorts of other fun computer things, and I lost my chance to go see my baby girl during my lunchtime. She's so very dear to me, and I missed her. I missed my favorite addiction, my baby.
No 12 step program could get me past the terrible withdrawal I'm going through now. Don't worry, I am about to go get my fix of her pretty soon; that's what I'm telling myself here as I try not to cry. I guess I'm just addicted to love.
Don't be a Player Hater
My 1st posting just needed a picture, so I spent the past half hour online just looking around. Why not try changing the size of the font, or the font's color, or the font itself? So there went a few more minutes (while in the back of my mind I deliberated if this was all just procrastination or something else, something with a deeper, darker meaning? Was I merely playing here at setting up a blog? Dum dum dum--sinister music sounds ominously in the background).
Yep, playing is the easiest of those 7 1/2 habits for me to recognize as me all the way. But now I'm stuck on which one is the hardest, and it's tempting to call it quits, check my email, get a drink of water, anything other than buckling down and figuring out this conundrum. I could just close my eyes and stab wildly at the paper where I wrote all 7 1/2 of them down, but that would be playing again!
Hmmm, so today as we go for what's behind door #3, we'll hope that recess comes soon and that we don't get the booby prize. And what did we win? Aaah, it's those challenging problems! (I think that I would rather have had the lifetime supply of denture cream instead.) But hey, I just heard the recess bell ring! I'll meet you at the jungle gym . . . .
