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To read: transitive and intransitive verb-interpret written material: to identify and understand the meaning of the characters and words in written or printed material.

Yes, that is what you are doing, that is what I am doing frequently, that is what the patrons of this lovely library that I call my workplace think they should do in a library, it is an essential part of life. Well, should be anyhow. I don't always have the time to indulge in a printed book, but I do enjoy a daily selection of blogs by people who are absolutely amazing!

Amazing at everything.

Now, I know I am not the most creative person out there, my arts and crafts skills set has, well, very clear limitations.

Just ask those who play that silly smartphone drawing game with me...I think my three year old does just as well.

However it was today when I was reading these amazing blogs by these amazingly talented people and feeling jealous that I don't think in these artistic ways, when it hit me: I DON'T HAVE TO. They do it all for me. Take this awesome idea for example... Awesome Drip Dip Dye . Or these DIY Ballet Slippers with Straps that are almost as cute as Maegan herself. There is so much out there that makes my life simpler, more colorful, more yummy, just...more!

And we all know, more is often better, especially if it is more no bake chocolate oatmeal cookies or  more Saturday mornings spent in our pajamas.

Best of all, whatever I feel the need to do is there, with instructions that are usually simple to understand. Not saying I will do them all (or any of them), but sometimes (I) we just have to stop and realize it is ok that (I) we aren't the best artists, musicians, bloggers, cooks, mommies and daddies, workers, athletes, people, and be happy with what we are. I just have to remember that they are....................................... Out there.....In a world outside of Yonkers, Way out there beyond this hickown Barnaby... oh, sorry.

Man, I could reference that song over and over in this blog

For those who recognize those song lyrics  (probably all under age 10)  it was originally from Hello, Dolly!..... Not Wall-E.

So what does reading have to do with being happy? Lose yourself in the book of your choice and find out. And for those of you who don't like to read, or don't want to read....

Enter nerdy librarian here....who doesn't like to read????

Here's a frog that has nothing to do with it...except the fact that I drew him and he makes me happy.

Ode to the Summer Sun

So here I am, at work. Well, in my place of employment. I really don't mind getting paid to sit here and blog. Or Facebook. Or shop. But hey, am I not supposed to be working? I just might die of boredom if they don't give me something, anything,  to do.

And you may recall, I want to die of guacamole, NOT boredom.

But my boss is retiring the last day of this month so things are kind of out of order and I just have to be patient. Hopefully soon, projects will start flowing once again.

So anyways....I took the time this morning to clean out my network files of things that I have accumulated in the past two years and ran across an old file labeled E-portfolio. I recognized it immediately of course, it was the electronic portfolio I was required to put together for my Composition 102 class my sophomore year of college. I opened it to reminisce, you know, for old time's sake.

Since last summer was old times, ya know.

I don't mean to toot my own horn, but some of the things in this portfolio were good. Well, at least going back through and reading them I thought they were good. Seriously, all I remember was turning things in thinking, "Oh well, I finished it. It's good enough.".

Good enough works....right?

Well, good enough that I have decided to share a poem I wrote about a year ago that I just found in that E-portfolio folder.

I included the date I wrote it, just for fun. 

Enjoy :)

June 14, 2011

An Ode to the Summer Sun

The sun rises, breaking through the night

Feeling her way through the bleak

Shines down merrily upon the slumbering towns

And cities, already bustling with activity.

Bright and hot she begins her merciless demands

On those out daring to enjoy the cool crispness of the morning.

Some draw curtains to avoid her painful glares

Yet yellow, bright, hot still she creeps into holes

And cracks and illuminates the earth

Creating shadows

Where once were none.

She shouts pain on those who uncover in her presence

Leaving red behind in her wake

As she passes over becoming hotter

And more demanding

Giving relief to none

Until at last she sighs and heaves her heavy rays

Into a tired horizon

Lingering oh so briefly as if to say

You may have made it through

But tomorrow I will return

Unforgiving and harsh

Then fades away letting the night breathe

Cool, calm, quiet.

3-2-1 Blastoff! A countdown...

Twenty-four - The number of days since I have written on this blog

(Yeah, I am not the best when it comes to remembering things...anything..s. Not just this blog.)

Seventeen - The number of days since my last day of class.

(Undergrad..yeah, I am totally counting the days until I graduate...I have, let me see, approximately 723 left.)

Ten - The number of days since my last final.

(Can we just say a prayer of thanks here? I didn't keel over and die, although right around Tuesday I almost did. Did you know a 24 x 36 poster costs almost 40$ to print? Well, you do now.)

Seven - The number of days since I started working full time in an absolutely amazing university library

(Now if only there were something to do in an academic library during the summer.)

One...er, one.... ummmmm. Ok so I don't have anything for one. How about One hour since I ate a positively delectable steak fajita in a freakin bowl! Yeah, my quest for all things avacado led me to my friendly neighborhood Chipotle's. Friendly because hey, I know a few people there, and they know me. Drown me in guacamole because that is how I wanna die.

(Ok, not really, but I have avacado on the brain today.)

I have fallen behind in my Ted drawings, mainly because stress has tried to kill me a few times in the last few weeks.

(And when I say "tried to kill me", I mean it has lurked in the shadows with a pointy knife and jumped me while I innocently tuck the kids into bed at night. It wasn't pretty.)

I love you all... because you made it to the end of my ramblings and let's face it...you learned a few things about me, but actually, I said nothing at all...



Mmmmm.....guacamole...