Tormatoes a la Ted

I don't typically mind Monday mornings, they are often a welcome respite from the weekend. 

I know, right now you are probably thinking that I am insane and you will find you are probably right.

But this morning was different. I woke to a deliciously rainy morning. Clouds, rain, miniature tornadoes, the works. Well, there has been some heated debate about the tornadoes. First they are tornadoes then they aren't, at least according to the NWS. Let's clear up the matter and just call them swirling funnels of cold air and rain coming down from the sky. 

Sounds like tornadoes to me....but at least it isn't 105º anymore, right?

 Anyway, I really didn't come here to talk about the weather. After all, any local news station probably does that better than I. So what did I come here for? Well, that is a good question. I wanted to wait until closer to football season for this, but I also want to stay in chronological order with my drawings. As usual, with my excitement for bringing you all things well with my soul, I just couldn't wait. So, without any further ado, I introduce you to a new Ted! If you have followed my meager half a dozen or so blogs Ted is nothing new, but if you haven't, this is Ted. Ted, this is...well, everyone else. 

New introductions out of the way...whew.

Ted the Quarterback

 No, he is not quarterback for the Chargers, although I can see the resemblance. Tall, dark and handsome... Oh, you mean the helmet...not their looks.

Just kidding, Philip Rivers, you know you are awesome. But then...I don't know how that was anything but a compliment.

The lightening bolt was for simplicity, because Ted is all about simplicity. 

Also because my drawing skills are on par with, oh, a 3rd grader.

Just for kicks, and because this rainy, cool weather makes me long for Autumn I will also include a Halloween themed Ted. I don't remember why I even drew a Halloween themed Ted, as we don't do much in the way of Halloween, but oh well, here he is in his awesome....ness. Or something like that.

Ghostly Ted

 I added color to him with yet another iPhone app that I love called Color Effects. It isn't photo editing software, but it is better than nothing!

This is why I love you, my faithful blog reader, even when I have few cohesive thoughts in my brain you still manage to make it to the end. 

Happy Monday! 

Happy...Monday?

Well, it's Monday morning. I am at my desk staring at a computer screen wondering if my boss (well, ex-boss)  will be in this morning. He said he would be here. He retired last month and is kind of in and out, but my new boss is on vacation, so here I sit doing nothing.

But then, he knows I do nothing because since he has been on the way out he has given me nothing to do...I beg and plead for projects. Ok, I don't plead, but I do beg. And I do randomly try to come up with unhelpful things to do and pretend they are awesome.

So I had a few revelations this morning, and in typical me fashion I am going to share them. Learn from them. Let me mess up for you...

Ok, so maybe all you will learn from them is that I a) get up way too early and b) drink too much coffee, because my mind is alll over the place. Yes, alll with three Ls. If you actually make it through this, I just might be tempted to send you a prize.

1.) I haven't updated my blog in over a month. Poor Ted is going to feel abandoned.

Yeah, and today isn't about Ted either, I can't upload him at work since he is saved on my home computer.

2.) I really need to feed my kids something healthier than Froot Loops in the morning.

3.) It might be physically possible to melt in the heat that is Colorado these days. 102º?? Urghh.

4.) It is NOT a good idea to put a temporary tattoo on the inside of your wrist with the kids on Sunday afternoon when you work on Monday morning....even if it is a cute butterfly. My fellow librarians have noticed, believe me.

5.) My cat has too many names, currently he is Rhett the Ninja Minion. He lives up to Rhett and Minion, but not Ninja. In fact he is as un-ninja as a cat can be. See Exhibit A. I use this box as a temporary folder for papers that need to be filed; so I suppose he feels the need to be filed. He loved it for about two minutes, then the box fell over.

Exhibit A....Boxed Rhett.

6.) I am totally obsessed with an iPhone app called Dragonvale. Yeah...

If you look it up and become addicted like I am...tell me. I'll umm...add you and send you gems.

7.) High school kids have no idea how to act in a library. Do I need to post Quiet Zone signs? Hmmm...maybe this is another, um, helpful task I can waste spend time on.

8.) I would have made an excellent gypsy.

I rearranged my house this weekend and now all I want to do is move. But then, I want to move like every 3 months or so and talk myself out of it because I don't want to spend the money. 

9.)  I am out of coffee creamer. I should go to the store. But knowing me, I will go in and get everything BUT coffee creamer. Milk just doesn't cut it.

10.) 5 am is an excellent time to drain and clean a swimming pool.

See #3... this is why 5 am is so amazing. 6 am...not so much.


11.) I know the proper use of ellipsis marks but can't help but use them wrong all. the. time. So just....roll with it.


12.) I need more coffee...




Happy...Monday?

*Insert Clever Heading Here*

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...

For the Birds

A strange thing happened on my way to work yesterday. Well, strange to me and my son, for the bird, not so much. Have you ever accidentally (or intentionally) left your car windows down at night? I made that mistake Wednesday night. My car became a moth HOTEL virtually overnight.

Ewwww...yeah, yeah, my dad would probably say Cowboy Up..but they are kinda freaky when they all fly at you.

Now, I don't mind the occasional moth in the house, it tends to become an entertaining snack for the cat. But...when 10 or more (or less, I don't know, it was a lot) moths fly out of the vent it is kind of gross. Anyways, by the end of the block all except one or two stragglers were gone. 

We came to a stoplight in a fairly busy part of town when I heard an excited half screech/half gasp from my son and a THUD....

What in the world??????

In a car, a thud, or thunk, or thwap, or any other kind of collision sound of any sort is typically a bad thing. Not this time thank goodness. A bird.... (A BIRD!) somehow saw that last straggling moth and flew into my car and grabbed it and flew back out.

Of course, Daniel was all excited and is still talking about it this morning. Hopefully when we leave there will be no more moth hotel in my car because I rolled up the windows.

At least I think I did.

Cowboy Ted

Cowboy Ted wouldn't let a few moths get to him.


Happy Friday!!

Truth

Whew...it has been a rough day. I have never been so happy to walk through my door and know I didn't have to go back out it for the rest of the day. Sure, there have been rough days, days that you just want to curl up in bed and eat peanut butter with a spoon and watch musicals all day. Ok, maybe that is just me, I don't know.

Yeah, one of THOSE days...

What's worse, there was absolutely nothing wrong with my day. It was what was going to happen tomorrow...and the next day.  Who has two thumbs and flips out over things that haven't happened yet?? This girl.

Yeah, it's corny, I know.    

Maybe I just have a case of the Monday's. 

What does that even MEAN? If I have a case of something I don't want I just slap return postage on that puppy and send it back from whence it came. 

Ok, enough about me, urm, about my weird pre-flip out flipping out. If there is anything that can put a smile on my face, it is Ted. He is after all the perfect guy. He is even green which just makes him all the more loveable. The perfect green guy. 


Yeah....don't ponder that too hard.

Floatie Ted

What do you mean it's only February???

This is how half of my winter was spent... in a floatie waiting for the pool in my daydreams to open. Sigh..I do way too much daydreaming. Wait...wha????

Happy belated Easter to you all, if in fact Eater can be belated. 

And of course...

Happy Monday!