Being a Librarian gives me a headache

And a severe need for massages. Unfortunately, I have not as of yet made good enough friends with anyone to request that they give me massages. I've been self-treating, and it's not extremely affective. I have also been self-medicating, but never fear-I only use ibuprofen!

But I am loving my job! The work people are nice, the kids are adorable, and I am starting to figure out what I'm doing! Plus, I can just grab a book off the shelf to check out any time I want! Today I read Frankenstein Makes a Sandwich by Adam Rex. Tomorrow I'm going to get the sequel, Frankenstein Takes the Cake. They're funny books of poetry about monsters. Good times. For now I am training with the Children's librarian in the North. In about two months, I will move to the Library downtown . Even though they're in the same town, they're about 1/2 hour drive apart. Crazy, eh? Town which shall not be named is like 430 square miles! It's ginormous, area wise. I like where I am, but I'm excited to head the department on my own.

I am doing my first story time next week, and in March, I am hopefully going to a conference on tween programming! It's just in Virginia Beach, but I'm still excited. I'm also excited to get paid, but I won't get a full paycheck until February 13! I might get a small check on Friday, but if I do, it will only be for two days of work. Sigh. I want $$$$$! I need $$$$$$! Moving is expensive. But at least I am making a salary, not working an hourly job. Now I won't have to think for every single thing I buy, "Dang, it took me 45 minutes to make that money!" Or, worst case scenario, when I was filling my gas tank on the way home from work, "Augh, it cost more to fill my tank than I made today!" That's never a good feeling.

I still plan on taking pics of where I live and hooking y'all up, but I am currently lying around on my unmade bed, so it will have to wait. I want you to see how things could be, not how I really live. Cause I'm kind of a slob.

Since Becca asked

I am: watching TV and blogging at the same time!
I know: the alphabet in French
I won: a turkey (I was 9)
I want: to be all moved without any more work on my part
I have: chapped lips
I hate: lots of stuff. We'll go with broccoli for now.
I miss: my family, and all too soon, my Maryland friends
I feel: somewhat ill. Blergh.
I hear: That freaky commercial for "The Unborn." Oh the humanity!
I crave: chapstick. They're so dry! My lips, I mean.
I search: for the perfect pants. Curse my stubby legs!
I love: HULU. It is faboo. Also, Zac Efron. And pie.
I care: ummm....Do I really?
I always: Stay up too late. It's an addiction.
I believe: that children are the future. Treat them well and let them lead the way.
I sing: mostly Disney soundtrack songs. What time is it? If only it were summertime.
I write: my blog and the next great American novel.
I lose: my temper, like earlier when a guy yelled at me and stuck out his tongue. Jerk.
I win: Well, I want to win. Does that count?
I listen: to the Christian pop station. They have great music, I promise.
I am scared: of starting over. It sucks.
I need: a haircut. Three goals for Christmas break, and I fink out on the easiest one.
I am happy: That Supernatural starts again tonight!
I tag: Um, Annalee?

Updatus spectaculus!

Obvs, that's a Harry Potter type spell that will enable me to update you on the big happenings in my life.

1. I got a job!!!! Confetti! Streamers! Bagpipes! General merriment! I'm going to be a Children's librarian at a public library in Virginia. For those in the know, this is my dream position. It's what I went to school to do. So Kudos to me! I'm starting January 20.

2. Cue the funeral dirge: I am moving to South-East Virginia. I always said that I wanted to move back to Utah when I graduated, and recently I had begun thinking that I might want to stay in the D.C. area, but it wasn't meant to be, I suppose. The town where I will be working is about 3 and 1/2 hours away from where I live now. But I think it will be good, assuming I ever get a place to live. Cue general panic.

3. My car works again! Hundreds of dollars and several panic attacks later, my car has been diagnosed and treated for a broken fuel pump. But, considering this was her first big repair since I got her, I count my many blessings and pat her on the hood for a job well done. I hope we have many more years together.

Other than that, things are somewhat status quo. Ha! Anywho, I had a great Christmas, although I really neglected to take many pictures. I'm not sure why. I guess the sisters who were photographing everything seemed to have it under control. So I want some of those pics, eh? Get on it, people.

I leave you with this:


It may look like I am cowering away from the skeletal remains of a giant sloth, but I believe it's a metaphor for me cowering away from my future responsibilities. Of course this one is me sticking my tongue out at said responsibilities, with the help of my loyal twin. I refuse to accept maturity!


Yes, we are picking the nose of a prehistoric crocodile. Ew.

The transportation gods strike again!

Some of you may have heard my tragic story of going to Utah for Christmas vacation. I flew out from Reagan to Chicago, and alas, I missed my connecting flight to Salt Lake. Of course, that was the last flight out of Chicago to Salt Lake for the day. I had been praying it would leave late, but it totally left on time. Also of course, because of crap weather in Chicago, about 10 billion people were also stranded in the airport. So yes, I slept on the floor in the airport all night. And by all night, I mean for about 5 and 1/2 hours, waking up about every 45 minutes because I was cold and/or uncomfortable. But then, things got worse. I was on standby for the first flight in the morning (at 10ish). It got delayed about twenty times, and finally, at almost 12, they told me I didn't get on the flight. Curses! There were empty seats, but the plane was over it's weight limit. WTH!!!!! I was like, kick some fatties off the plane! Then I realized that was super rude and insensitive, so I was like, leave their luggage off!

But they didn't. So I had to take the 5:30 plane. Except it was about an hour and a half late. Of course. The one plane that I wanted to be late wasn't, but all the others were. I was definitely cheated out of an entire day of vacation.

So, today, I traveled back to Maryland. I gotta say, I was worried at first because it snowed a bunch in Utah yesterday and it was snowing this morning. But the plane only left about 40 minutes late, so I had plenty of time to catch my connecting flight. But then when I got to the airport, horror of horrors, I learned that my car wouldn't start this morning! What?!?!?!?!? How am I supposed to transport myself around town with no car?

So, I guess the real question is, where did I get all this bad transpo karma? Did I kick a puppy under a car? Steal fuzzy dice from a baby? Cut off someone with cosmic powers? I'm not sure, but clearly, someone or something has it in for me. Sigh.