Why is it you never hear about celebrities getting librarians pregnant? It's always "models" or "actresses" or "nannies" or "cocktail waitresses." Never librarians.
I know it isn't because librarians aren't hot. Because the first thing everyone says when they find out I'm a librarian is, "Ooooohhhhh, a libraaaarian. Hot!" I get lots of lecherous looks, lots of winking and eye wagging. And considering the number of extremely attractive librarians that I know, it isn't because they're stereotypically bookish-looking. Yet do I hear of librarians getting knocked up by famous men? No.
Are librarians better able to figure out birth control? There are a lot of other women of various professions that manage to not get knocked up by celebrities. So apparently women of certain professions are unable to read directions.
I wonder if famous people even use libraries. Maybe they don't know what a librarian is. Maybe librarians don't need to sue a famous babydaddy for financial support because they're doing fine on their own. Maybe celebrities can't get librarians a better job just from sexing her up.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Saturday, September 26, 2009
a bit more exciting than usual
Saturdays are generally pretty dull for me. I tend to do stuff by myself during the day if I'm not working and then sit around all night watching TV. Rarely do my Saturdays differ. Today was a bit of a change-up.
Jill called early to invite me for dinner, so I knew I had a deadline to get stuff done. I worked on a sewing project that I'm way behind on before heading out for a while. I popped over to the Cambie Winners and found some baking paraphernalia that I'd been meaning to get (mini muffin and mini loaf tins). There was also a bunch of Le Creuset stuff at about half what it would cost normally and I debated for about a half hour whether or not to get a big covered pot. (Yesterday I picked up some Le Creuset ramekins from the Surrey Central Winners and that excited me. Imagine what actual pots did for me. I'll give you a minute...) I decided, with the new job, to just get one because it's one of those things I've always wanted and never really thought I could afford. As far as pots go, it wasn't cheap, but I'll likely have it until I die, so it's worth it to me. I doublechecked the cost at the Bay and that dissipated any misgivings I had. It's one of the blue ones.
Have you been to the downtown Bay recently? It's had a bit of a makeover with most of the first floor in the midst of a renovation. The handbags, leg/foot coverings and shoes are now on the second floor, and it looks much more like American fancy department stores like Macy's and I don't like it. I had difficulty looking at shoes because it was so spread out, so went to look for tights. I got 7 pairs of various colours on partial sale (a BOGO situation), and can't wait to put the fuchsia ones into rotation. I wandered to the downtown Winners, but didn't find anything. With the #3 doing its old route to Robson, it was pretty easy to catch the bus home.
I headed to Jill & Mark's with flowers from up the street and was excited for the menu: multi-coloured carrots and potatoes, green & yellow beans and lamb shoulder with rosemary and a mint & caper gravy. It was incredibly tasty and made me feel like a louse for not inviting them over for dinner more frequently, but when put up against that menu... What I could make would pale in comparison. But I'll attempt something soon. We had a fun night filled with laughter and talk of murder (only incidentally), and it made me very thankful to have such fantastic friends.
An exciting (though dull) development in my ongoing ear/hearing concern was that my left ear (the deafer one) almost gushed out wax chunks today. Huge clumps of wax that have been making me think I'm going deaf. I was excited about it; I showed Jill during my visit and she was impressed by the size of the stuff. But now I can hear better in my left ear and that makes me happy. A little bit of excitement.
Jill called early to invite me for dinner, so I knew I had a deadline to get stuff done. I worked on a sewing project that I'm way behind on before heading out for a while. I popped over to the Cambie Winners and found some baking paraphernalia that I'd been meaning to get (mini muffin and mini loaf tins). There was also a bunch of Le Creuset stuff at about half what it would cost normally and I debated for about a half hour whether or not to get a big covered pot. (Yesterday I picked up some Le Creuset ramekins from the Surrey Central Winners and that excited me. Imagine what actual pots did for me. I'll give you a minute...) I decided, with the new job, to just get one because it's one of those things I've always wanted and never really thought I could afford. As far as pots go, it wasn't cheap, but I'll likely have it until I die, so it's worth it to me. I doublechecked the cost at the Bay and that dissipated any misgivings I had. It's one of the blue ones.
Have you been to the downtown Bay recently? It's had a bit of a makeover with most of the first floor in the midst of a renovation. The handbags, leg/foot coverings and shoes are now on the second floor, and it looks much more like American fancy department stores like Macy's and I don't like it. I had difficulty looking at shoes because it was so spread out, so went to look for tights. I got 7 pairs of various colours on partial sale (a BOGO situation), and can't wait to put the fuchsia ones into rotation. I wandered to the downtown Winners, but didn't find anything. With the #3 doing its old route to Robson, it was pretty easy to catch the bus home.
I headed to Jill & Mark's with flowers from up the street and was excited for the menu: multi-coloured carrots and potatoes, green & yellow beans and lamb shoulder with rosemary and a mint & caper gravy. It was incredibly tasty and made me feel like a louse for not inviting them over for dinner more frequently, but when put up against that menu... What I could make would pale in comparison. But I'll attempt something soon. We had a fun night filled with laughter and talk of murder (only incidentally), and it made me very thankful to have such fantastic friends.
An exciting (though dull) development in my ongoing ear/hearing concern was that my left ear (the deafer one) almost gushed out wax chunks today. Huge clumps of wax that have been making me think I'm going deaf. I was excited about it; I showed Jill during my visit and she was impressed by the size of the stuff. But now I can hear better in my left ear and that makes me happy. A little bit of excitement.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
shudder
Tonight on my way home from my last night shift for a long time, waiting at Main & Hastings after my bus couldn't wait the 10 seconds it would have taken me to finish running across the street, I had to avoid the gaze of a drunk older man who noticed me and waited for me to look near him. I saw what he was doing and purposely didn't look, but he still stumbled over and started talking to me while I had my earplugs in. The questions were questions he could have asked the couple standing nearer to him or the man behind me. But no... He felt he needed to ask me.
Normally I'm pretty tolerant and will be polite and have a short conversation in such instances. But 10pm isn't a time I'm willing to chat with random strange, drunk men at Main & Hastings. I'm sure he was a pleasant man and all, but I was obviously not in the mood to talk and said as much when I said I'd like to go back to listening to my music. He then asked if he could ask me a question and I just said no. He seemed startled, like of course I would say he could ask a question. The problem is I've had that sort of situation happen before and I know the question would have made me VERY uncomfortable and possibly pretty angry. Thankfully his bus came and off he went, sitting next to a young woman on the bus when there were empty seats everywhere.
I don't mean to sound like a bitch, but what makes drunk men honestly believe that slurring stuff my way is going to entice me? Who does that work on? Because it's pretty obvious I'm not drunk and not looking to pick up when I'm avoiding eye contact and not answering questions. Or maybe it isn't...
Normally I'm pretty tolerant and will be polite and have a short conversation in such instances. But 10pm isn't a time I'm willing to chat with random strange, drunk men at Main & Hastings. I'm sure he was a pleasant man and all, but I was obviously not in the mood to talk and said as much when I said I'd like to go back to listening to my music. He then asked if he could ask me a question and I just said no. He seemed startled, like of course I would say he could ask a question. The problem is I've had that sort of situation happen before and I know the question would have made me VERY uncomfortable and possibly pretty angry. Thankfully his bus came and off he went, sitting next to a young woman on the bus when there were empty seats everywhere.
I don't mean to sound like a bitch, but what makes drunk men honestly believe that slurring stuff my way is going to entice me? Who does that work on? Because it's pretty obvious I'm not drunk and not looking to pick up when I'm avoiding eye contact and not answering questions. Or maybe it isn't...
Sunday, September 20, 2009
luck of the draw
The fortunes I've gotten lately:
From Jones Soda:
You are heading in the right direction.
You were born with the skill to easily communicate with people.
From fortune cookies:
Enjoy the good luck a companion brings you.
Saturday & Sunday stack odds in your favour.
Is this true? Are fortunes real? Is it fate when a fortune comes your way?
I'm especially intrigued by the fortune cookies. This weekend has brought nothing out of the ordinary. Saturday: work and watching TV alone all night. Sunday: wandered around the 21st Century flea market and met up with Linh for the Blim market. What odds are in my favour?
From Jones Soda:
You are heading in the right direction.
You were born with the skill to easily communicate with people.
From fortune cookies:
Enjoy the good luck a companion brings you.
Saturday & Sunday stack odds in your favour.
Is this true? Are fortunes real? Is it fate when a fortune comes your way?
I'm especially intrigued by the fortune cookies. This weekend has brought nothing out of the ordinary. Saturday: work and watching TV alone all night. Sunday: wandered around the 21st Century flea market and met up with Linh for the Blim market. What odds are in my favour?
Saturday, September 19, 2009
where the boys are
It's a lovely day and I'm inside working the reference desk. Not that it's a bad thing, since I sort of dislike direct light, but still... These days of sun and blue skies won't be around forever. Seems like I should take advantage of daylight hours.
Today I have on a graphical dress that is probably much too short for a woman of my age. I hide the fact that it is well above my knees by wearing opaque tights, but still... Do I care that it's short and people look at my ridiculous knees with frowns of disapproval? No. I don't care. I think it's funny that I have to pull down my dress because it rides up. I think it's hilarious that I paid $14 for this dress and yet still want to get my money's worth, even though it's a couple of years old. I like that it makes my hips look enormously wide. I think it's a fun dress to wear and I just don't care what anyone else thinks.
It's taken a long time to get to this point and I'm relishing it. And since I've felt more like this, I've had more compliments on my way of dressing than ever in my life. Apparently I have a "look," which surprises me because I'm just really cheap about clothing and struggle to find things that fit. And, in some cases, things probably don't fit as well as they should (case in point: today's dress). But still.
Today I wanted to go to a pirate-themed street party, in honour of International Talk Like A Pirate Day, but have little inclination to go through a phonelist on a Saturday night, trying to find someone who wants to go with. Just as well, really. I'll just drink a bunch of rum by myself as a "good job" on getting the new job. It will be a "yay me" evening. Yay me. I'll have to start planning new outfits for the new job; pretty sure I won't be able to get away with skirts this short there. There are literally hundreds of men that will be ogling my knees when they really should be concentrating on their classes.
Today I have on a graphical dress that is probably much too short for a woman of my age. I hide the fact that it is well above my knees by wearing opaque tights, but still... Do I care that it's short and people look at my ridiculous knees with frowns of disapproval? No. I don't care. I think it's funny that I have to pull down my dress because it rides up. I think it's hilarious that I paid $14 for this dress and yet still want to get my money's worth, even though it's a couple of years old. I like that it makes my hips look enormously wide. I think it's a fun dress to wear and I just don't care what anyone else thinks.
It's taken a long time to get to this point and I'm relishing it. And since I've felt more like this, I've had more compliments on my way of dressing than ever in my life. Apparently I have a "look," which surprises me because I'm just really cheap about clothing and struggle to find things that fit. And, in some cases, things probably don't fit as well as they should (case in point: today's dress). But still.
Today I wanted to go to a pirate-themed street party, in honour of International Talk Like A Pirate Day, but have little inclination to go through a phonelist on a Saturday night, trying to find someone who wants to go with. Just as well, really. I'll just drink a bunch of rum by myself as a "good job" on getting the new job. It will be a "yay me" evening. Yay me. I'll have to start planning new outfits for the new job; pretty sure I won't be able to get away with skirts this short there. There are literally hundreds of men that will be ogling my knees when they really should be concentrating on their classes.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
midmonth roundup
Holy crap, I'm behind. Life got away from me a bit and *poof!* it's the middle of September. Well, I suppose not that much has been going on. As far as I can remember at least, but I can't remember what I did last week.
I went to Regina to visit my auntie over Labour Day Weekend and that was pretty fun. We hit flea markets and garage sales and the Sears Bargain Centre for Canada, and my suitcase came back significantly fuller than it was when I got there. Five skirts, a bathing suit, two squared coloured Pyrex (though one isn't technically Pyrex; it's Maid of Honor, which is, as far as I can figure out, a rip-off brand put out by Sears), and maybe something else that I can't recall. Oh, my auntie gave me two needlepoint pictures and one paper toile picture. I got to hang out with my cousin and we drank raspberry liqueur and ate vodka raspberries and assorted booze (even wine!), and just had a really nice visit. It's a pretty easy trip, so I'm going to try to visit again.
Last weekend I tried to go to Point Roberts with Jill, but I totally forgot to bring my passport because, duh, you need a passport even though you can only get there from the Canadian side. We went to White Rock instead, which turned out to be a great idea because the weather was quite lovely that day. We walked the path by the water and watched fish from the pier. Most fascinating were varying sizes of flounder camouflaging themselves and sucking up crap (literally) from the shallow water. We stopped off at thrift stores in New West and I picked up two glass reamers (a small and a large) and one large coloured Pyrex casserole without a lid, though I'm confident I can find a lid to fit it.
Last weekend was a movie weekend, of sorts. I met up with Rachel and Laura for drinks and a lady movie, and it was a lot of fun to catch up. Fun girlfriends. Sunday, after a rough night before (I got out of bed at 1pm and that was only because I forced myself out), I decided to see 500 Days of Summer because it's cheaper before 6pm. It made me kind of sad, though I have developed a crush on that boy from 3rd Rock from the Sun. And I loved her dresses, which might have made me partially sad because I can't really wear those dresses without looking really fat. Or maybe all the blue made me sad. Whatever.
This week I had a job interview and am awaiting the callback. I actually giggled when I walked into the building for the interview because it's a male-dominated institution and I passed by hoards of attractive, well-dressed/uniformed men. HOARDS. I immediately thought back to the Japanese fortune tellers I went to who said I'd meet my soulmate around this year's birthday through work. If I get this job then my odds may go up drastically. Assuming any of the male hoards go to the library. It's kind of a tough spot to be in, though, because either way there are tinges of disappointment: if I get the job I'll have to quit at least one, possibly two other jobs, and I really like one of my workplaces a lot; if I don't get it I'll feel bad that I wasn't chosen. I got a call today while I was at work, so will call tomorrow morning to find out the last word on it.
Tonight I made some butterscotch marshmallow squares. I'd seen them at all the flea markets and farmers markets I went to in Saskatchewan and I remembered how much I loved them when I was a kid. My mom never made them (she was more of a chocolate puffed wheat square lady), but the neighbour next door in the tiny white house made them sometimes and would slip me a square when we stopped by to drop stuff off. I loved the colourful marshmallows sneaking out from the creepy brown glue. These are so ridiculously easy to make that I have to ban myself from keeping either peanut butter or butterscotch chips or coloured marshmallows in my house at the same time (or ever, probably). So good.
I went to Regina to visit my auntie over Labour Day Weekend and that was pretty fun. We hit flea markets and garage sales and the Sears Bargain Centre for Canada, and my suitcase came back significantly fuller than it was when I got there. Five skirts, a bathing suit, two squared coloured Pyrex (though one isn't technically Pyrex; it's Maid of Honor, which is, as far as I can figure out, a rip-off brand put out by Sears), and maybe something else that I can't recall. Oh, my auntie gave me two needlepoint pictures and one paper toile picture. I got to hang out with my cousin and we drank raspberry liqueur and ate vodka raspberries and assorted booze (even wine!), and just had a really nice visit. It's a pretty easy trip, so I'm going to try to visit again.
Last weekend I tried to go to Point Roberts with Jill, but I totally forgot to bring my passport because, duh, you need a passport even though you can only get there from the Canadian side. We went to White Rock instead, which turned out to be a great idea because the weather was quite lovely that day. We walked the path by the water and watched fish from the pier. Most fascinating were varying sizes of flounder camouflaging themselves and sucking up crap (literally) from the shallow water. We stopped off at thrift stores in New West and I picked up two glass reamers (a small and a large) and one large coloured Pyrex casserole without a lid, though I'm confident I can find a lid to fit it.
Last weekend was a movie weekend, of sorts. I met up with Rachel and Laura for drinks and a lady movie, and it was a lot of fun to catch up. Fun girlfriends. Sunday, after a rough night before (I got out of bed at 1pm and that was only because I forced myself out), I decided to see 500 Days of Summer because it's cheaper before 6pm. It made me kind of sad, though I have developed a crush on that boy from 3rd Rock from the Sun. And I loved her dresses, which might have made me partially sad because I can't really wear those dresses without looking really fat. Or maybe all the blue made me sad. Whatever.
This week I had a job interview and am awaiting the callback. I actually giggled when I walked into the building for the interview because it's a male-dominated institution and I passed by hoards of attractive, well-dressed/uniformed men. HOARDS. I immediately thought back to the Japanese fortune tellers I went to who said I'd meet my soulmate around this year's birthday through work. If I get this job then my odds may go up drastically. Assuming any of the male hoards go to the library. It's kind of a tough spot to be in, though, because either way there are tinges of disappointment: if I get the job I'll have to quit at least one, possibly two other jobs, and I really like one of my workplaces a lot; if I don't get it I'll feel bad that I wasn't chosen. I got a call today while I was at work, so will call tomorrow morning to find out the last word on it.
Tonight I made some butterscotch marshmallow squares. I'd seen them at all the flea markets and farmers markets I went to in Saskatchewan and I remembered how much I loved them when I was a kid. My mom never made them (she was more of a chocolate puffed wheat square lady), but the neighbour next door in the tiny white house made them sometimes and would slip me a square when we stopped by to drop stuff off. I loved the colourful marshmallows sneaking out from the creepy brown glue. These are so ridiculously easy to make that I have to ban myself from keeping either peanut butter or butterscotch chips or coloured marshmallows in my house at the same time (or ever, probably). So good.
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