On Tuesday when I walked to work, at approximately 7:52 AM it began to snow-the cold, wet, not pretty kind of snow. It's a good thing flowers are still blooming, and the grass is still getting greener or I fear I would be too depressed to ever leave my bed in the morning! I need Mr. Sun to step up to his task now, and to stop hiding behind the clouds.
Despite the weather's indecision, school is officially out for the summer which leaves me free and careless for the next four months! Yesterday I didn't work until 5 pm. When I woke up in the morning, it was the strangest feeling not having anything I should be doing. I was almost at a loss as to how to spend my day. Luckily, It was easy to fill up. I went to the church humanitarian center and tied quilts for a few hours, I ran, I shoe shopped, and that pretty much filled the day right up. Summer always brings wide open opportunity to do and make whatever I want, which can turn into an overwhelming sensation if I don't make us of what I'm given. So I've made some plans/goals to be accomplished in the following months.
1. Hit on someone at the library- as in give them my number, not punch them. The Spring/Summer semester boy/girl ratio seems to be largely in my favor. At one point last night I counted 44 boys and only 14 girls in the Learning Commons area by the desk I work at. The majority of the boys seemed to be recently returned missionaries, attending their first semester after returning home. They seem to be overzealous in the fact that they were at the library at 9:00 pm on only the second day of classes. I just feel like I need to take advantage of my position at the desk at least once while the fields are ripe and ready to harvest. Just once, to exercise my brave muscle.
2. Read 10 books. At least.
3. Go swimming at least twice a week (once it gets to be above 70 degrees outside).
4. Study for the GRE for two hours a day. A necessary evil- I signed up to take it June 14th.
5. Run run run as fast as I can so I don't die in the Ragnar relay.
6. Hike Mt. Timp, Squaw Peak, and any other mountain I come across.
7. Road trip to the beach.
8. Work 40 hrs a week. It seems like a given, but if I want to work full time I have to actually agree to take people's shifts or work extra on my library internship projects which I think will become harder as far as will-power is concerned as the summer progresses...
9. Start a club to play whiffle ball and kickball once a week.
10. Learn 3 new songs on the guitar, and practice the piano at least once a week. Maybe I'll even write a new song (but maybe not).
11. Make 2 new lifelong friends, and 5 new fun to hang out with friends. The categories can overlap if need be.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
National Library Workers Day
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Boys Are Dumb?
Since I was five, and simply a girl
Enveloped in barbies, dresses, and curls,
My daddy would gather me into his lap
And tell tales of caution, against all young chaps.
“Boys are dumb!” He’d solemnly say.
“You’re not getting married, ‘till I say it’s ok!”
“Age 35 seems a sensible age,”
“What do you think, my darling? Will you wait for that day?”
Wide eyed and trusting I’d nod in accord,
Not daring to question, or look at all bored.
“If dad says it’s so, then it really must be.”
“I guess boys are silly,” I came to agree.
Sixteen years later, I’m no longer a girl,
My childhood has flown by in one giant whirl.
My dad no more gathers me into his lap,
for fear that my weight will splinter his back.
Instead, every Sunday, he gives me a call,
“Boys are dumb!” He firmly exclaims.
“You’re not getting married, ‘till I say it’s ok!”
“Age 35 seems a sensible age,”
“What do you think, my darling? Will you wait for that day?”
I roll my eyes, and laugh under my breath,
Not wanting to give cause to his sudden death.
I dare not tell him that I disagree,
that I really like boys, and have since I was three.
I’ll just keep Jacob, and Kyle, and Tim under wraps.
What dad doesn’t know won’t hurt him-- concerning these chaps.
Of course I will obey and honor my dad,
But in this case his view seems a little bit rad.
By this point I’ve learned that he’s slightly biased.
He wants to protect the girls he holds highest.
The dumbness of boys, must not really matter.
Cause mom married dad, and he once was a boy.
*This poem is dedicated to my mom. And my dad. Love yoU!
Enveloped in barbies, dresses, and curls,
My daddy would gather me into his lap
And tell tales of caution, against all young chaps.
“Boys are dumb!” He’d solemnly say.
“You’re not getting married, ‘till I say it’s ok!”
“Age 35 seems a sensible age,”
“What do you think, my darling? Will you wait for that day?”
Wide eyed and trusting I’d nod in accord,
Not daring to question, or look at all bored.
“If dad says it’s so, then it really must be.”
“I guess boys are silly,” I came to agree.
Sixteen years later, I’m no longer a girl,
My childhood has flown by in one giant whirl.
My dad no more gathers me into his lap,
for fear that my weight will splinter his back.
Instead, every Sunday, he gives me a call,
“Boys are dumb!” He firmly exclaims.
“You’re not getting married, ‘till I say it’s ok!”
“Age 35 seems a sensible age,”
“What do you think, my darling? Will you wait for that day?”
I roll my eyes, and laugh under my breath,
Not wanting to give cause to his sudden death.
I dare not tell him that I disagree,
that I really like boys, and have since I was three.
I’ll just keep Jacob, and Kyle, and Tim under wraps.
What dad doesn’t know won’t hurt him-- concerning these chaps.
Of course I will obey and honor my dad,
But in this case his view seems a little bit rad.
By this point I’ve learned that he’s slightly biased.
He wants to protect the girls he holds highest.
The dumbness of boys, must not really matter.
Cause mom married dad, and he once was a boy.
*This poem is dedicated to my mom. And my dad. Love yoU!
Monday, April 4, 2011
Shoes
If you walk 1000 miles in your own shoes, does that mean you don't have to have the experience of walking in someone else's?
Today I was walking to the dungeon of the library to retrieve a journal for a patron. I say dungeon because we have periodicals stored in the very back and least lit corner of the first floor of the library. The area has been under construction and completely void of any human life for the past two months. Sometimes the lights don't even work, and we have to use a flashlight. Sometimes, trips down here scare me just a little. Anyway, the walk down is long, lonely, and silent. As I walked, I could hear a rhythmic clicking sound. It took me only a second to realize that it was a sound coming from my person, and only a few more moments to locate the sound as coming from my shoe. Sure enough, I pulled over to the side of the hallway and examined the bottom of my left shoe, to find that the sole is falling off. "
If I this scene were in a comic strip, and I had a thought bubble floating over my head it would have said, "What the heck? These shoes weren't cheepies from Payless-- I paid a good amount for them. Sure, I've worn them a lot this past year, but I've never worn a pair of shoes out to this extent, in this short amount of time..."or something like that. Probably less formal.
The clicking has persisted all day, and the sole is still trying to fall off. When I had a moment to ponder this situation though, it made sense. This is the first time in a long time I have had to walk to school every day. According to my calculations, if I walked to school every day this school year, that would equal around 108 miles. (It is .6 miles from my apartment to campus, and I am estimating 90 days per semester) Wow! That's a lot of miles! Of course, I don't wear the same pair of shoes every day, but this is the pair I wore on my New York trip where we walked another 100 miles. Literally.
It is a sad day, when you lose a trusted pair of footwear. However, summer is approaching, where I will just go barefoot anyway, so there is no need to fret.
Today I was walking to the dungeon of the library to retrieve a journal for a patron. I say dungeon because we have periodicals stored in the very back and least lit corner of the first floor of the library. The area has been under construction and completely void of any human life for the past two months. Sometimes the lights don't even work, and we have to use a flashlight. Sometimes, trips down here scare me just a little. Anyway, the walk down is long, lonely, and silent. As I walked, I could hear a rhythmic clicking sound. It took me only a second to realize that it was a sound coming from my person, and only a few more moments to locate the sound as coming from my shoe. Sure enough, I pulled over to the side of the hallway and examined the bottom of my left shoe, to find that the sole is falling off. "
If I this scene were in a comic strip, and I had a thought bubble floating over my head it would have said, "What the heck? These shoes weren't cheepies from Payless-- I paid a good amount for them. Sure, I've worn them a lot this past year, but I've never worn a pair of shoes out to this extent, in this short amount of time..."or something like that. Probably less formal.
The clicking has persisted all day, and the sole is still trying to fall off. When I had a moment to ponder this situation though, it made sense. This is the first time in a long time I have had to walk to school every day. According to my calculations, if I walked to school every day this school year, that would equal around 108 miles. (It is .6 miles from my apartment to campus, and I am estimating 90 days per semester) Wow! That's a lot of miles! Of course, I don't wear the same pair of shoes every day, but this is the pair I wore on my New York trip where we walked another 100 miles. Literally.
It is a sad day, when you lose a trusted pair of footwear. However, summer is approaching, where I will just go barefoot anyway, so there is no need to fret.
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