Bookworms, endangered?

So it seems that my motivation for doing things like making the bed, eating breakfast, other things, is nil. But my motivation for trolling the web for more friends on Facebook, looking at my del.icio.us links and finding stuff, sending people cute cards...for this, my motivation is neverending. Drat.

But it's good for you, reader of this blog, so rejoice.

New and exciting things (and bizarre):

• For some reason, I can't invite my sister to take quizzes on the FB movie application, though we are each other's "friends" on this application
• My Scrabulous stats are finally visible on my profile!
• I found L on FB and asked her to be my friend.
• I emailed my sister, who found her cell phone!!
• etc.

But the best thing I've unearthed on the world wide web this morning in which breakfast, shower, bed making, even turning on media sources such as the radio or the Today show have been eschewed (run on!!):

this link, to an article about an Ursula LeGuin article in Harpers, the one magazine that when I was a subscriber, I generally read (or at least skimmed) cover to cover.

(which makes me wonder why I let my subscription lapse.)

(I bet it was a money saving scheme.)

Anyways, the article talks about stuff. See how my motivation lags? But at least you have the link. I think I'll go see what Meredith and Matt have to say this morning.

Over and out...

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six...Mansfield Park!

I have ten minutes til the X-files chick introduces the latest installment in the "Masterpiece Classics." L and I had one of those conversations last week where we both agreed Ms. Redhead needs a haircut, and what does she have to do with Jane Austen, and L knew why it was MC instead of Masterpiece Theatre. It is sooo wonderful to have conversations like that, where you have a common interest and goal, and you know what the other person means. Oh, she SO needs a haircut, one says. I KNOW, says the other. What does she have to do with Jane Austen anyways....and it's just a fun kvetch session.

It's warmer here. By warm, I mean, it's freezing, and by freezing, I mean 32! Which is WARM! I put the therm gauge in the fridge because it didn't seem to EVER deviate from 52 degrees. No, it works, it registered colder in the fridge.

Today our pastor BJ was ordained!! He has been an ordained lay pastor for the past two (three?) years so that he could do communion and baptisms, but now he is a full minister of word and sacrament. Not much has changed for us, but it's a great step along the path. His dad gave the final "charge" and had us all in tears, I mean, we were like the waterworks.

So it's been a very big weekend for me. Tomorrow I'll make a phone call to the dealership (ugh) and go to Sally's--she might have a solution for the hole in the jeans I got last Monday at Goodwill.

I think I'll settle in with the remote. Catch ya later!

It's almost 10 pm, it's 28 degrees out there, 52 degrees in here, and I'm off to bed!

The Women's Gathering was WONDERFUL. More later.

In the evening had pizza with some old friends. By old, I mean, I've known them a while. I was the 2nd oldest person there. (Not that that really matters...) It was good to catch up--these are people I used to see every week when we were in a Bible Study together and now I hang out with them pretty much just when JJ comes to town, every 8 months or so. One two year old and two unborns were present...it's strange that everyone's having babies right when I'm thinking I'm not sure if I ever want them, at all.

I know, right?

Crazy Sarah Louise. But I don't think I will want them next week, or next month, or next year. I still want a husband, I just think that kids are a HUGE responsibility, and if I'm not WOW, that's the best idea since sliced bread, maybe it's better to enjoy the kids my friends keep having. It's not like there's going to be a population drop ANYTIME soon, at this rate.

(I have currently have 3 pregnant friends and one pregnant acquaintance.)

Hey, I'll save a ton of money on college tuition...

Anyways, it's freezing in here (well, not literally, but 52 is pretty cold, so I'm going to brush my teeth and get some shut-eye.)

And it's not like I have to figure out the kid thing tonight. I'd need a husband first. Since I'm still not over Max, I don't think we have to worry about anything happening quickly...

A fairly pedestrian post...but that's not a bad thing...

Textbook: depression is the worst in the morning. If you can make it to 1pm, your chances of survival are much much better. (Or so says my first psychiatrist, and I have found it mostly to be true.)

Things that made today liveable:

• started working on article about Mother/Child Smackdown program that I did last summer.
• chatted a bit with both bosses.
• went out for lunch, didn't have to pay
• went out for dinner (same restaurant, same waitress), didn't have to pay. (I KNOW!)
• I'm home at long last. I may just pass out on the sofa. Or read. It's too late to pay bills--if I think about money this late in the evening, there's no chance I'll sleep well.
  

Tomorrow: Sunday School at Bellefield. It's the first Sunday, so I'll give it a shot. Something about reading your Bible for all it's worth. I'll probably stay for church. I need to be around people--being alone is sometimes good when depressed, but I need people!!

The nursing bit is out for jury. I do love my job, today was a day when I really realized that. And worse (better?) I love my workplace. Better, because so few have that privelege, but worse, b/c if I stay here, I will not amass riches. Not that riches are the point, but...

Anyways, rambling n'at. Thank you for reading and/or commenting. Any suggestions for the 37 things will be taken into consideration. (See Erin's 40 things, here.)

I missed the party!! ACK!! and other thoughts about life...

So yesternight was the party for BJ and his lovely wife. BJ graduates this week from seminary--WOO HOO--he's been going for a very long time...and Kat turned 29+. Anyways, it was the party of the year, This Side of Eve was gonna play, EVERYONE was gonna be there, I even borrowed NH Sally's nice bowl for the chips and guacamole that I was taking. It's one of those that has a place for chips and then a place for dip. KEWL. So I called my parents when I got home from work, as we had not talked in ages (well 36-48 hours) and I got my mother. Who is not worried that her Mother's Day card isn't even in the mail yet. (Have I mentioned that she's The Best?)

I told her I was going to lie down for a bit and then go to the party. As soon as I hung up, I remembered I hadn't told them I GOT MY 5 YEAR PIN so I called right back and got my dad. Who was very congratulatory.

Then I lay down and had all sorts of dreams about driving in New York City (but somehow it couldn't have really been NYC because it was actually pleasurable to drive...) and at one point woke up enough to realize CRAP! It's probably past eleven! (When the party ended.)

I awoke again just recently, took my bedtime pills, which means I'll be a little off today...

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I've started subscribing to Word of Hope e-devos and right now they're going through Ecclesiastes (all is dust, nothing is good under the sun, etc. etc.) This devo is specifically on Ecclesiastes 2:1-11 and the list of all the toys King Solomon bought himself to make himself happy. (He who dies with the most toys wins, n'at.) Since I wouldn't know, I've always sort of skipped over this part. I mean, who cares about a king who had all this stuff, the best stuff, etc, etc. Then your mind glosses over to wouldn't it be nice to have thus and such... (well mine does.)

Aside: clearly I'll be needing cough meds again, today.

Anyways, so I'm half-heartedly reading the verses, and the devo, when the devo writer hits me with the punchline, a prayer.

"Father, thank you for all good things. May we not use pleasure to avoid facing important questions. Amen."

OH.

Even in my spare (and yet cluttered) garret, I do that. I mean, who WOULDN'T rather watch SATC reruns than pay the bills or think about important questions? It made me think about Reese Witherspoon's acceptance speech for the Oscar for Walk the Line: quoting June Carter Cash, she said, "I'm just trying to matter."

Well, me too. I'm just trying to matter.

But it's so easy to forget that, to think about how many books I can add to my LibraryThing account, or when am I going to finish all this laundry and not think about:

What will be my legacy?

I certainly don't want to get to the end of my days and be like King Solomon:

"I denied myself nothing my eyes desired;
I refused my heart no pleasure.
My heart took delight in all my work,
and this was the reward for all my labor.

Yet when I surveyed all that my hands had done
and what I had toiled to achieve,
everything was meaningless, a chasing after the wind;
nothing was gained under the sun." (Ecclesiastes 2:10-11, NIV)

(I did look up The Message, but somehow I need the word "meaningless" to be in there...)

Laundry, in the end? Meaningless. It's a task that's never ever done.

(This is where if I had the energy, I'd list all the meaninglessness in my life.)

And this is where my English teacher, Dr. (I can't remember her name right now, but yes, she was my high school English teacher and a DR!!) would say, "weak conclusion." I'm good at the meat, but I have weak conclusions.

Oh, but like in the end, is it really important that I missed the party last night? Or that I have lots more books to add to my LibraryThing account?

Yeah, I'm sorry, my conclusion stinks. Can I go back to bed now?

Oh, and I read Jerry Spinelli's Stargirl yesterday. WOW. (Although Maniac Magee is still my favorite, um, of the two JS books I've read.) Oh, and Love, Stargirl is coming out in August.

Blogiversary--I'm TWO!

I go by "the Saturday after In-Service Day," not by the actual date. It's easier to remember.

And I've got bloggers block. (And insomnia--I've been up since 3ish.) Ah well. Go read the one with all the links to all the books I've read recently.

Crunch all you want, we'll make more--I promise. As soon as I lick this cold. More riting about booocs n'at.

Happy Trails (until we meet again). It's been lovely sharing this cyberspace with yins.

Here's a link to my first blogiversary. I posted a landmark post on comments later that day. It's been downhill since then, I'm afraid. I'll try to pick up the pace.

Hogs and quiches to you all. (Virtual ones, mind you, I still have vestiges of this cold/flu thing-y.)

TTFN,

SL

oh, and I've been adding lots of books to LibraryThing

most of them are tbr, (to be read) but hey, a girl's gotta dream. You can find me under sarahlouise (one word).

TTFN...

Blogiversary on the horizon...and I got...nothing! (updated)

Saturday will be the third second anniversary of my starting this blog. (I must have been thinking in terms of "starting my third year..." sorry!)

Right now, I just want to curl up on my sofa and sleep.

Which I think I might do.

Cuz tomorrow, is STAFF IN-SERVICE DAY. Let me put it to you softly: people who care deeply about Library 2.0, people who have never heard of Library 2.0, people who care about customer service but don't practice it, people who don't care about customer service, all in one room, all day. Oh, and we get re-certified for CPR and NEXT year I'll get a 5 year pin. The food should be good though.

And there's going to be something where we guess who each other's baby pictures are?

It could be bad. On the other hand, lunch from Boston Market, not on my dime, nothing wrong with that.

Meanwhile, Zicam is getting me through the days. And nights. I promise to blog about books, SOON.

oh brother, oh sister... (updated)

Internets, ugh.

So I overslept BIG TIME and had to relinquish Mother Goose to my very able co-worker Sally (yes, I told you there were a lot of Sallys in my life.)

And it's raining cats and dogs and I do not want to do ANYTHING, much less go to work. Especially since my boss, if she knew I was still sick, might send me home and I HAVE NO SICK DAYS LEFT. And I'm like 5 days in negative comp time.

I basically need a miracle--some sort of wrinkle in time.

But maybe I'm just feeling this way because I don't have any drugs in my system...(I thought I'd left the Zicam in the car and I was going to have to brave the rain to go out to get it...)

Oh, and thanks for all your sweet comments. (Blushing...) I couldn't ask for nicer blog friends.

I'm gonna go take Zicam, go take a shower, eat something, take the rest of my drugs, and CONQUER THE DAY.

YARRGH, I am the mighty Sarah Louise! (who is taking the morning off...did I mention how much I LOVE MY BOSS???)

I'll be there by 2 and work a late shift or call her and renegotiate. I think this calls for...a nap!

Sarah Louise and the Sad Giant Eagle

I call it the Sad Giant Eagle because it is clearly in an economically depressed area. I went there once, once upon a time, and decided never again. But today I needed a store and fast, so I went on the way home from the therapist's.

It wasn't so sad. I liked that the cashier and bag person both said to me, "No rush, we're a 24 hour store."

And I spent a LOT of money.

• I got a Britta filter for on your faucet--but my faucet is so OLD it doesn't fit.
• I got Zicam Cold/Flu--Nighttime. Well, and they didn't have any Daytime--I told you it was a sad store, so I just NOW woke up from a four hour nap. At first I was so scared that I missed the primaries...

So now, I must go back to GE, the one near me, which is a little less sad. And get the DAYTIME kind!!!

My therapist sorted this one out with me: I don't mind being sick because it allows me to be introverted without feeling guilty. Like, well, of course I can't go out, I'm sick! So I sit at home and read and watch movies...so somehow I need to incorporate more fun "introvert" stuff into my regular routine...

Especially since I have no more sick days left. The next time I get sick, I'll either have to call in dead or use vacation days (use vacation days is what I did this time.)

You've seen that mug, right? "I've used up all my sick-leave. I'm going to have to call in dead!"

Anyways, Ugh.

Mary, Mary, how contrary, how does your garden grow?

Tulips are gone now. I've been considering flowers on the edge, not sure if it's a "notify the landlord" issue, since he's the one that mows the lawn. But I didn't ask him about the six or so tulips I planted when I was in Library School that still bloom yearly.

I'm quite contrary, actually. Bored. I should be on the open road, listening to an audio of a Maisie Dobbs mystery, ready to reunite with my mother and father. Instead, I slept all morning, and went to McD's for lunch, picked up some things in Oakland (yes, I had a blood test--my Dr. doubts that my cold is related to the Tegretol increase, but he humored hypochondriac me.) So I guess I actually picked up some things (more ovulation wands--see my other blog) and dropped others off (a few vials of blood). Anywho. I went to Walgreens and dropped some cash on new toothbrushes and Zicam. I didn't know there was a swab kind--the Cold Eeze lozenges strictly forbid an empty stomach and no citrus within a half hour. The nose swabs don't come with this warning, woo hoo! So I also bought V-8 and OJ. I considered going to the library but decided against it. Which is a good thing, since by then it was early rush hour. (I forget about stuff like that.)

So I'm home, and I think I might actually try for another nap. Yes, at 5pm, Sarah Louise is considering an evening snooze. Well, I had lunch around 2pm, and hunger seems to have been cut off due to the cold, so I'll wake up around 7 and eat something...

Did I mention how much I abhor colds? I do. But hey, at Walgreens I got a Coke slush drink, so I guess this day hasn't been ALL bad.