And I drank it. And it was good. I did not share. And it was good.
All the people at work should make a cook book. They are all such wonderful cooks. Ctrl 5.
And I'm back.
I'm not feeling the blogging right now. I was earlier. But then I went away.
No. why would I need friends? i have the internet and all the funions I can eat. delicious delicious onion powder.
Super Mario 2 was such a stupid game. Sorry Nintendo. It had to be said. At least it wasn't The Adventures of Link though. that game was even worse. Sure it was okay at the start, but then you had to get the hammer. Those axe guys were terrible. And then you had to go through that cave and crap to get to the hidden village. "Ultimate challenge" does not even begin to describe that game.
the church on the other side of the woods is ruining my immersion
old people have a hard time understanding things. it's just the way it is
Why is there a rock in my purse? igneous rocks are the best..
Snow is like people
I used to like both...then I met them. People used to be alright. Then I started watching them. Then I watched them some more, furrowing my brow as I did, and I decided that these aren't the types of things I would like.
Snow was far more tricksy, however. It dances about the air. It is fun to throw at people. It is fun to shovel. It had all the qualities about it of something that is good and pure as the wind-driven snow. Then I grew older and realized snow, too, is bad. I think if we did not have cars snow would be better. Maybe cars are bad...or also bad?
Snow was far more tricksy, however. It dances about the air. It is fun to throw at people. It is fun to shovel. It had all the qualities about it of something that is good and pure as the wind-driven snow. Then I grew older and realized snow, too, is bad. I think if we did not have cars snow would be better. Maybe cars are bad...or also bad?
Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree...
...I hope you die in a fire.
I used to love Christmas. I really did. It was a great time of year, at first because of the presents I got when I was little then later on it was because of the fond memories I had created when I was younger. A lot of my most vivid and wonderful memories come from around Christmas time: setting up the cardboard fireplace, leaving cookies out for Santa, my little brother waking up early and sorting out all our presents and then singing the "Wake up" song, Dad making noise on the roof like Santa was there, and so on. We went all out. It was great.
I'm a grown up now with grown up concerns but Christmas time always felt magical and wonderful every year regardless of being an adult...until this year. This year I have seen the true spirit of Christmas and let me tell you it is a MEAN one, Mr. Grinch.
Admittedly I was just not feeling the proverbial "Christmas spirit" this year, but I was not loathing Christmas either. The true horribleness of the season was laid before me today in all its rude, aggravating, consumeristic "wonder". Every store I went to was packed with inconsiderate, self-centered busybodies. They blocked entire aisles with their bodies or carts. They blocked displays so that no other could browse the wears. When they needed to get through no "excuse me" was uttered. In the time I was at the stores, I was the only one that was saying "excuse me" or trying to be mindful of other people browsing. Sad is the day when the misanthrope is the only one being polite.
(I realized I never posted this. I must have thought I posted it but only in my mind.)
I used to love Christmas. I really did. It was a great time of year, at first because of the presents I got when I was little then later on it was because of the fond memories I had created when I was younger. A lot of my most vivid and wonderful memories come from around Christmas time: setting up the cardboard fireplace, leaving cookies out for Santa, my little brother waking up early and sorting out all our presents and then singing the "Wake up" song, Dad making noise on the roof like Santa was there, and so on. We went all out. It was great.
I'm a grown up now with grown up concerns but Christmas time always felt magical and wonderful every year regardless of being an adult...until this year. This year I have seen the true spirit of Christmas and let me tell you it is a MEAN one, Mr. Grinch.
Admittedly I was just not feeling the proverbial "Christmas spirit" this year, but I was not loathing Christmas either. The true horribleness of the season was laid before me today in all its rude, aggravating, consumeristic "wonder". Every store I went to was packed with inconsiderate, self-centered busybodies. They blocked entire aisles with their bodies or carts. They blocked displays so that no other could browse the wears. When they needed to get through no "excuse me" was uttered. In the time I was at the stores, I was the only one that was saying "excuse me" or trying to be mindful of other people browsing. Sad is the day when the misanthrope is the only one being polite.
(I realized I never posted this. I must have thought I posted it but only in my mind.)
I'm thankful for you
The other day, perhaps it was yesterday...ok it was definitely not today and it cannot have been tomorrow...so the other day I was at work and one of the evening Pages happened to be there; I think he was going to just make a day of being at the library. It is a sad thing really, I love the library and I don't even want to be there all day. I would probably get a headache from all the smelly people there and my brain would shut down, much like it does when I've only had 5 cups of coffee. That reminds me...
We have a rule that says that an employee should not wear so much perfume or cologne that it would upset the sensitivities of other people, meaning don't bath yourself in those things because people can be allergic to the ingredients in the perfume/cologne, get headaches and so on. Also, the smell that smells great to you might not be so grand a smell to others. I hate lavender. Pretty flower. Terrible smell. Don't smell. That's the rule. Don't smell overly good and don't smell bad. Patrons are allowed to break this rule somehow and I don't think they should be. They smell terrible some of them, terrible to the point where after being in their vicinity for too long I get a terrible headache. They make my job more difficult. Shouldn't we get to eject them from the library?
I think I digressed.
Oh, so this Page well I have worked while he is working at the library and I have had opportunities to not only talk to him but observe how he behaves at work, so I know a bit about him albeit not nearly enough to judge him. Remember what Jesus said, don't judge people until you know how. What I know is that he can be quite annoying to me and seeing him that other day in the morning I realized:
I am thankful for you, and people like you...but not all of you.
I never understood, REALLY understood, what those Buddhists meant when they said you should be thankful for your enemies. It seems to me that this was one of those things Jesus said and if I was a good Catholic instead of a heathen I would remember what Jesus said and be able to quote it. I wish more people realized that thing that he said...hey I'm talking about religion. Weird.
We have a rule that says that an employee should not wear so much perfume or cologne that it would upset the sensitivities of other people, meaning don't bath yourself in those things because people can be allergic to the ingredients in the perfume/cologne, get headaches and so on. Also, the smell that smells great to you might not be so grand a smell to others. I hate lavender. Pretty flower. Terrible smell. Don't smell. That's the rule. Don't smell overly good and don't smell bad. Patrons are allowed to break this rule somehow and I don't think they should be. They smell terrible some of them, terrible to the point where after being in their vicinity for too long I get a terrible headache. They make my job more difficult. Shouldn't we get to eject them from the library?
I think I digressed.
Oh, so this Page well I have worked while he is working at the library and I have had opportunities to not only talk to him but observe how he behaves at work, so I know a bit about him albeit not nearly enough to judge him. Remember what Jesus said, don't judge people until you know how. What I know is that he can be quite annoying to me and seeing him that other day in the morning I realized:
I am thankful for you, and people like you...but not all of you.
I never understood, REALLY understood, what those Buddhists meant when they said you should be thankful for your enemies. It seems to me that this was one of those things Jesus said and if I was a good Catholic instead of a heathen I would remember what Jesus said and be able to quote it. I wish more people realized that thing that he said...hey I'm talking about religion. Weird.
Baby, it's cold outside...
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I haven't done a tired post in a while so today is a good day to do it, like most days.
Come here, Kida. I need your fur.
Corn chips should not taste burnt.
Tiger Woods still plays golf? Or is this a rerun? Do they show reruns of golf?
Victoria Secret supermodel essentials...I'm glad I'm not a supermodel. I don't have the money for that stuff. I DO have to go to one of their stores though. I need to redeem my $500 dollar gift card...I mean my $10 gift card...mine will probably have $1 on it for some reason, probably a good reason.
Pickles are reallly good.
Ok I think I need to sleep now...
Come here, Kida. I need your fur.
Corn chips should not taste burnt.
Tiger Woods still plays golf? Or is this a rerun? Do they show reruns of golf?
Victoria Secret supermodel essentials...I'm glad I'm not a supermodel. I don't have the money for that stuff. I DO have to go to one of their stores though. I need to redeem my $500 dollar gift card...I mean my $10 gift card...mine will probably have $1 on it for some reason, probably a good reason.
Pickles are reallly good.
Ok I think I need to sleep now...
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