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And I'm known as the librarian with the orange hair.

A kid (a regular) came in yesterday and needed help with his myspace account. The person who helped him suggested he return today so I could help him out; the staff member used my name in the exchange.

The kid, not sure of my name, asked, "Is she the one with the orange hair?"

Orange hair, the voice of an older person....

Can't wait for the next impression!

A Diamond is Forever

Unfortunately, Blood Diamond is the kind of movie that will draw people who are already concerned about conflict diamonds entering the market or other cause-conscious moviegoers. To make a real impact on the diamond industry, more of the population must know about this issue and take a stand.

However, giving diamonds as gifts for a variety of occasions is so engrained in the minds of Americans that I can't foresee a call for the top diamond companies to create stricter measures to prevent conflict diamonds from entering their supply.

Also, as the movie points out, "This is Africa." When has the world truly been concerned for the welfare of Africans? What benefit would the world have in doing so? The Middle East and parts of Central/South America are important because of oil (not to mention the entrenched drug trade in these areas--hey, illegal drugs create jobs in America!). We have strong economic ties to Europe and Eastern Asia. What does Africa have to offer (especially, when we can go there and exploit the unrest and major problems. Wait! We don't have to go there; there are plenty of crooks in "some" of the governments--many of whom are there as a result of U.S. intervention)?

The other day a man came up to the circulation desk to check materials out. I asked him how he was doing and if he found the information he came in for.

His response: "Whoa! I didn' t expect you to have that voice!"

Further explanation: I look like I'm in my mid-20s but have the voice of a person in her mid-30s.
A voice can age (think of puberty or listen to an elderly person speak), but I thought that once between the ages of 13 and 80, there were no real indicators of the age of a person based on voice.

That man's comment-that horrible man (heh, heh, heh)-disturbed me. I don't want to sound 5-10 years older than I really am. I still consider myself young and fresh.

Merry Christmas!

Somehow, not only for Christmas,
But all the long year through,
The joy that you give to others,
Is the joy that comes back to you.
And the more you spend in blessing,
The poor and lonely and sad,
The more of your heart's possessing,
Returns to you glad.

--John Whittier

What a relief it is that the government is watching out for it's citizens!!!

With the extra opportunities for surveillance that the U.S. government has as a result of the USA PATRIOT Act, we can rest assured that when the government spies on "terrorist" suspects (such as the late John Lennon), they will get their man or woman!!

If only the USA PATRIOT Act was enacted earlier.... Maybe John Lennon would have been found guilty of more than not following the status quo.

"The FBI had unsuccessfully argued that an unnamed foreign government secretly provided the information, and releasing the documents could lead to diplomatic, political or economic retaliation against the United States.

"The newly released documents include a surveillance report stating that two prominent British leftists had courted Lennon in hopes that he would finance "a left-wing bookshop and reading room in London" but that Lennon gave them no money. Another page states that there was "no certain proof" that Lennon had provided money "for subversive purposes."

"I doubt that Tony Blair's government will launch a military strike on the U.S. in retaliation for the release of these documents," Wiener told the newspaper. "Today, we can see that the national security claims that the FBI has been making for 25 years were absurd from the beginning." http://www.cnn.com/2006/SHOWBIZ/Music/12/20/people.lennonfiles.ap/index.html

Such a waste of resources.... Makes me wonder why the prisoners at Gitmo are really there?

Hello, Ms. President

All this talk about Hilary running for president...
I certainly think she'd have a good chance--she's comparable to the other possible candidates for the Democratic ticket (except maybe Obama, but then that would bring up race--is American ready for a non-white President?).

But do we really need another Clinton in the Oval Office?

Are Americans ready for a female president? I don't see why not. How many people would not vote for a candidate solely because of his/her gender? So long as they compaign well and seem solid, I wonder if gender is an issue.

There are differences in the ways that men and women think in general. Are those differences significant enough to limit one sex's ability to be a good president? Probably not in and of themselves.

I'd like to see Hilary run, simply because she appears to be a women who has transcended the traditional gender divide in politics. But I'm not sure she could inspire me to respect the national party.

Sieg Heil! Welcome to the American Reich....

Our fellow Americans are turning their own democratic country into a fascist, bigoted, sectarian state. While we've probably already been heading in this direction on a smaller scale, with 9/11 the American people have become more united with their distrust of Muslims.

Of course, I'm reacting to one Gallup poll and one Reuters article, but I hear other anti-Muslim/Islam comments from all sorts of people.

Stereotypes that get out of hand lead to the persecution of innocent people. In the poll and article, 39% of 1,000 people polled and a number of people who responded to a "devils-advocating" radio show program, stated that they'd like to see Muslims in the U.S. marked , not unlike the Jews and other prisoners of concentration camps during Hitler's regime.

Any acceptance of this kind of behavior (could we call it "Unamerican" behavior) will lead us further and further from a democratic state. Its interesting to see how people try to make sense of 9/11. I suppose we need real people to point fingers at and get our frustrations on, not just a vague abstract enemy like "terrorism" or an unseen "bin Laden".

I could be overreacting to a simple article that I read, but I really hope that this way of thinking doesn't escalate.
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Clay Aiken is....

Maybe its just me but I think that Clay Aiken is really annoying. I saw him on that now famous episode of Regis and Kelly and, boy, was he annoying. I wanted someone to cover his mouth. He kept talking, talking, talking--he would have done all the talking for the whole show--didn't need any guests.

Maybe he was confused and thought that the show was about him that day....

He should also get a haircut.

Social Networking

So my sister asked me the other day if I had ever gotten onto an online dating site. I have but don't think its my thing. A couple of friends of mine have met people and hooked, but I just don't trust people I can't read and you can't really read a profile and a picture.

She asked me this after I told her I'm considering returning to school to get an MPA. She's concerned I won't marry. But really some things are more important than sitting around waiting for that (especially living in this county!--I could sit forever).

What is it about marriage that married people want their single family members and friends to find that "special somebody?" Being single is fun. You can go out on the town every weekend (or more). You can spontaneously call up your friends and get together. You can kick your room-mate out when they cause trouble. Right now I'm happy in my singlehood. If you get married before you can have a wonderful single life, you really don't know how fulfilling it can be. And I'm sure if you haven't married you don't know how married life is but maybe some of us can have the best of both worlds: get married later!

PS. George W. is such a dick! And a traitor to his party (and you probably know by now I'm not a huge fan of his party).

Hallelujah

I have been looking forward to this day for the past 6 years.

Rumsfield is finally leaving the Administration!!!!

His commander-in-chief and he always had an excuse for why he wouldn't leave. Why he's suddenly stepping down we may never truly know. Bush must really feel the pressure (party image, recognizing his follies, finally woke up, etc.).

Maybe if we keep trying, Bush will bend on some other pet projects of his and realize he's only a man (a very idealistic man) and step down (taking Cheney with him, of course) and move to a very small island in a the middle of the ocean (maybe near one of the poles) and keep to himself.

Please! No more Clintons and no more Bushes!

Voting

Sometimes just the idea of fitting voting into your day is a deterrent. I almost didn't today, but in the end did visit the polling place and did succeed in using the computerized voting system.

The election judge didn't announce that I had voted when I returned the card--that was a huge disappointment--but maybe they only do that for a presidential election.

As for grandma, she's doing pretty well considering the aneurysm was a four and the rating scale is 1 to 4, four being the worst. She left the hospital on Monday and the swelling in her head has gone down. Still am hestitant to see her any differently from the grandma I've always known and loved.

Medieval Babe

My Grandma

My Grandma is very special. She is 80 years old and hasn't gone to the doctor for 50 years. She drinks a little bit of coffee every morning to relieve her morning headache, which works much faster than taking a pill, which she hasn't had to take for 50 years either.

When she was a teenager, Grandma donned her short shorts and strolled down the pier with her friends. She had lots of dating experience. She'd trade her father's gas ration coupons with her beaus for their shoe ration coupons. Even after she had five children, men hit on her and wanted to whisk her away on their not so white horses. (As difficult as it may be to believe, we are related!)

Grandma likes to reminisce about her glory days; life was perfect back then. She thinks about those days often and misses her brother, whose life was cut short during the War. She also misses her father who I imagine to be a charming man (he danced, he entertained, he was an extra in a couple of Westerns, he was a mechanic, and at one time ran a gas station.)

Now my grandma lives in Colorado and is whipping her senior apartment building into shape. She's told off the complex sourpuss, who yelled at her grandson John and who bothers people at Bingo (he has since been banned from Bingo night). She doesn't tolerate gossip about other tenants. And the old, blind man that hangs out by the mailboxes wants to date her.

She is still spry as can be and looks good for her age. Her hair is hardly gray and she doesn't even dye it. This is my grandma.

And I bet she can beat up your grandma!!!

Guilty as Charged

Last week I pled guilty to three violations in the city of Sunset, Utah: not updating my address on my driver's license, not having proof of insurance in my car, and having a broken windshield.

The lame thing is we were short staffed at work and I was given a time to appear before the judge. I thought I'd just have to show my new Utah license and my proof of insurance, which I did have just not in the car. I was fined $30 for the not updating the address.

I think of it as donating to the city of Sunset.

The thing about northern Utah is there are tons of small municipalities with very limited resources. Just think of all the services the cities could provide if they united. I'm not sure why they remain independent. Surely there is some principle the residents stand upon. As for me, I believe that northern Utah could thrive if it was more united. (Kind of like my singles ward!)

I've decided lately that the Utahn culture is just too odd and I will never understand it. And I am a city girl, now and forever.

Who Are the "People" in Your Neighborhood?

One of the funny things about living in Idaho and Utah is the neighbors.

A block down the road from my four-plex, which is located in a nice, conservative neighborhood is some land with a couple of horses on it.

On the way to work, I pass pastures with cows and more horses. Sometimes I see chickens running around an unfenced yard. Once they were sitting, lined up by the side of the road watching the traffic pass by (perhaps wondering why that chicken decided to cross the road in the first place). I've seen peacocks roaming around. And this morning, I passed several dogs playing tag.

As a city girl, moving to Idaho was another world. Skipping church, sitting in the park and hearing cows mooing was eerie. And then readjusting to the city in Texas before moving to Utah made me forget how the farming community lives.

Truly, if you want wide open spaces, move West. But remember: when the wind blows the wrong way you may get a nasty whiff.

Turning Over a New Leaf

It's Fall. What better time to turn over a new leaf!

As I've been learning more about people and feeling more empowered to be myself (and not sacrifice myself to make others happy), I'm a lot happier. The anxiety, annoyance, and overall negative feelings that persist in blood sucking relationships really do weigh a person down and thats not fair. In fact, I've learned that by keeping those relationships going, I'm supporting them in their negative behaviors.

No more!

The latest incident was with a guy who really is a great guy but way too wishy washy and untrustworthy for the likes of me. A guy (or anybody) who says one thing one day and acts completely different the next is not worth the confusion and anxiety. There are more fish in the sea to settle for a jellyfish.

BFF

Dear Abby,

I read an article on BFF (Best Friends Forever) in Discovery Girls, "a magazine created by girls, for girls."

Now I can't name one BFF I've ever had! The last person who wanted to be my BFF was a little psychotic, and that is how I tend to view girls who want a BFF relationship.

Am I normal?

Yours truly,
Little Miss Independent
Utah

"The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing." --Socrates

Apparently the work to unravel the mystery of the adolescent brain is a fairly recent investigation. I'm reading a book about the teenage brain and am fascinated at how complex this organ is. I think its safe to say that we can apply the same principle to any science that we can apply to life in general: just when we think we know something, we find out we really don't.

I wonder if part of the brain has been reserved for learning things not yet revealed to man.

Cyrano De Bergerac

Some animals are so ugly they're cute (kind of like newborn babies). Take for instance the Proboscis Monkey:

My personal favorite is the Naked Mole Rat (hey it has "rat" in its name!):


The Naked Mole Rat in Kim Possible, named Rufus, is really cool, although traditionally cute:

Myspace.com

Well, I gained a testimony of Myspace.com last weekend and today I've lost it.

The brother of a friend from way back in the day found me on Myspace.com and emailed me telling me how to get in touch with my friend (his sister). This was super cool!

This morning I get on to check my messages and I have couple messages telling me I'm cute from loser guys whose friends consist of scantily clad girls. So not cool!

Branny, I prefer messages from nice guys! (Here is the attention you're craving!)

Who Is That Masked Man?

My new project is to organize all my personal reflections and principles into a functional ideology so that I can encourage the masses to undermine and perhaps overthrow the corruption in the current administration (and probably future ones as I believe there is no hope for a truly better America in the context of our current system).

My inspiration (as Senior Williams-girl "C" introduced me to)


Subcomandante Marcos, spokesperson for the Zapatista Army of National Liberation (EZLN)

Mostly I think him incredibly sexy--just look at those eyes--not to mention dynamic enough to create a following. He has a novel to be released next month, Uncomfortable Dead, cowritten by Paco Ignacio Taibo II.

El Subcomandante has a Masters degree and I have a Masters degree. He is described to have pale skin; I have pale skin. He is orginally from the city; I am a city girl. Not only are we compatible, but I recognize that because of our similarities, I can accomplish this new goal of mine.

Our Word is Our Weapon

Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream...

Okay, so I finally slept last night after taking some recommended Melatonin. The only problem, and maybe this wasn't related to the supplement, was the crazy dreams, as opposed to the grogginess I've heard so much about (I woke up feeling and still do feel nervous energy).

The first dream had to do with a mean, black rat that I adopted and decided that since it was so horrible (don't know what it did; I just understood it was evil) it had to be killed. It didn't even occur to me to take it to the vet to be put to sleep. I ended up putting it in a container with a lid to shut off its air supply.

I feel guilty even as I type.

The second dream had to do with a friend ignoring me (but not the one that currently is ignoring me).

Both dreams have a lot to do with the most stressful situations in my life right now. Maybe this proves that we can think we have everything together but our subconcious has the final say on whether we truly overcome anything.

This reminds me of hynosis; it would be interesting to try.

Just to see what is locked away in the brain.

One Complaint (Only One)

Maybe its because I live in a later generation but I don't understand how people judge each other based on such superficial characteristics, such as race, "class," gender, age, and general appearance.

I was at the SLCPL this afternoon looking at their display on the history of Japanese baseball. It caught my eye because I just finished Kira Kira, which is about a Japanese American family in the 1950s or 1960s (can't remember). They experienced racism.

The display showed the racism portrayed by the Government in the early 1900s. There was a ban on Japanese immigration to the United States and the Supreme Court upheld it. This was even before World War II. Why the Japanese?

My friend in high school is working on a media project based on the internment camp Topaz. She said that before talking to people who had to live there she thought the camp was horrible. After interviewing past residents, she said it wasn't as bad as it seemed initially, although, I wonder if she was considering that the whole idea of imprisoning people based on physical characteristics (think potential Holocaust) is pretty horrible.

Man throughout history has judged each other based on these superficial characteristics. Today we may think that we've become more understanding and progressive on this issue, but have we?

How about all the effort that the media and culture make to portray what the "perfect" image of a person is? Is someone who is overweight intrinsically worth less than someone who is slim? How about the fashion trends of "showing more leg" or completely altering one's features (through makeup, dye, plastic surgery, botox injections)? Is it really necessary that we do this? Is there a "good" reason why people feel the need to go above and beyond to look a certain way--a reason that stands independent of peer pressure?

I'm offended if I find a guy who is only interested in getting to know me because of how I look. A much better compliment is "You're smart" or "You're funny"--focusing on the intrinsic.

Ho Hum

Pending a mild case of writer's block, I've added some links in the sidebar of important news and information distributers. Be sure to check them out and pay head to the future of our world.

Also, I've added some of my favorite authors and their web sites. I always recommend their works, although there is only one male listed. Hmmmmm.... Maybe I need to broaden my reading to include the male perspective. Any suggestions?

Where is peace?

With so much war and horrific acts done against fellow human beings, and then everything crazy that happens in our personal lives, it is so hard to find any sense of peace. We can turn off the t.v. to avoid whats going on in the world but then there is all the crap that happens in our personal lives that keep us on our toes.

How do we deal effectively with all the stress? How to keep from disappearing into ourselves and hiding from the sadness?

In Loving Memory

Nickie died last Saturday. She followed me outside when I was returning to the branch after lunch. She got stuck between the door and the screen door and probably died of heat exhaustion.

We're having a funeral for her at my sister's house in Idaho tomorrow. I feel like I lost a good friend. She was a great roommate and I'll be missing her for a really long time.

Nickie liked to climb onto my bed with me on it and play tag and hide and go seek. She also liked to lick my lips after I ate. She came when I called her name--she'd coming bounding over and jump up on me and we'd wrestle.

My last moments with her were fun. We wrestled and I kissed her and told her how much I love her.

I really miss her....

Relationships can be so taxing. Luckily I've started writing in my journal so I can remember the lessons I learn from mistakes I make in them.

From now on I will be more assertive. Rather than worry about how other people may feel, I will first take note of my feelings and not sacrifice them simply for worrying about making the other person feel bad.

I let things go consistently in a particular relationship and it has become so draining that I don't really care how she feels--don't care to keep the relationship going. Meanwhile, she's under the impression that we're best friends (which I've never had before--sisters maybe but not best friends).

This is all my fault. If only I had stuck up for myself in the beginning would things have happened differently. What will happen now is unsure but hopefully I won't feel so drained from here on out.

Pretty Bird

Last evening Vega found an injured robin in the front lawn of the Library, so I put it in a box and took it home with the plan of taking it to the Ogden Nature Center for rehabilitation.

This morning, while getting ready for work, I heard a ruckus coming from the box. When I got to work, I finally looked inside the box to see how the bird was doing.

It was dead.

I don't know if I did something to kill (maybe to cool at night, no food, it hit its head on the lid of the box too much) or if it died from its injuries.

Death is always shocking, no matter who or what it is. Its hard to understand how one minute a being can have life and the next be nothing more than a just flesh and bone, no life force.

I've never experienced the death of a person, only pets. How will I deal with the death of a loved one when the death of an animal that I don't even know affects me so?

I'm Really Not Obsessed!
(I'm Just LDS!)

So last night a group of us got together to watch movies and play games. After a hot game of Scene It, we looked at cards from the game Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus.

We spent about three hours on this game! The guys asking the girls questions and the girls asking guys.

Its funny how much mystery there is between the sexes. One guy admitted that girls make guys much more complicated than they really are; guys are just plain simple. What a relief! Unfortunately, girls aren't.

My biggest hurrah of the night is I found a guy who loves to dance, including country dancing. Ever since our Discovery Time theme of Hoedown I've wanted to go country dancing. This is it!!!! And he's quite a bit younger so he doesn't think I was hitting on him.

P.S. The sweater is not in his car so I must have left it at the restaurant. So much for fate, Branny.

The Word

I have to say that "the word" is gnawing at me. A few weeks ago I decided to start writing in a journal, I've still got this blog, and I just want to read, read, read and am just not satisfied with what I do.

This is a growing obsession. On lunch today, I went home and my hand ached to write, so I turned to my journal. Last night I tossed and turned and turned and tossed and thought I should write the thoughts that kept running through my head, but didn't and so they just kept running until the alarm went off this morning.

As a kid I'd stay up writing stories. I'm missing that now. Perhaps it is time to start again.

Love is Blind

I went on a blind date the other night. Had a great time. The funny thing is that other than talking to him a couple of times on the phone, knowing that he was a musician and where he worked, I didn't know anything else about him.

Needless to say, when I opened the door to greet him I was surprised. Had a great time.

This made me think about how fun (knock on wood) it would be to just go on a series of truly blind dates.

The only problem is I left my sweater in his car--and not on purpose!!! I'm embarrassed to call and get it back.

The Book Thief

My new favorite book is The Book Thief by Australian author Markus Zusak. It is not only extremely well written (truly literary in style, unlike so many adult books these days--what will English majors study twenty/fifty years from now???), but it is cataloged as a Young Adult novel.

Wrought with emotion, suspense, and philosophical thoughts on the dual nature of man, this book is haunting!

Please read what the author's/publishers web site says about The Book Thief:

"It’s just a small story really, about among other things: a girl, some words, an accordionist, some fanatical Germans, a Jewish fist-fighter, and quite a lot of thievery. . . .

Set during World War II in Germany, Markus Zusak’s groundbreaking new novel is the story of Liesel Meminger, a foster girl living outside of Munich. Liesel scratches out a meager existence for herself by stealing when she encounters something she can’t resist–books. With the help of her accordion-playing foster father, she learns to read and shares her stolen books with her neighbors during bombing raids as well as with the Jewish man hidden in her basement before he is marched to Dachau.

This is an unforgettable story about the ability of books to feed the soul."

Another book by Zusak is getting rave reviews: I Am the Messenger (next on my reading list).

For more information about the author and his novels, please visit Markus Zusak's web site.

Shoot for the Moon (or Nearby)

Forget Egypt, Kenya, China, Rome, or any other country in the entire Earth that I've never been (which is all but three). The best trip ever would be a shuttle to outer space and hopefully it is in the near future. Amazon's founder is shooting for the moon and wants to take tourists with him (see spaceupdate.com).

I used to sit in the front yard at night getting lost in the stars. The heavens--yet another reason why I can't doubt a Supreme Creator. Some things are just too amazing to have happened by random luck. Our very own existence is hard to fathom because there are too many little details to have happened in just the right combination and at just the right times.

Can't Get Enough

My nephew is just soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo cute! No other kid is as cute as that little boy. He is also the smartest kid in the whole entire world. He also likes me, as my sister was quick to point out yesterday morning. In fact, I think he likes me even more than my brother, Matilda. Yes, Waltzing Matilda, I'm his favorite!!!!

Little Nickie

So finally, here is a picture of my baby Nickie. She is so much fun!!!!

I Love You!

So I've had two guys in my lifetime tell me they love me--both in a matter of approximately a two week period.

This last time is both funny and creepy all bundled up into one. Jer-Bear manipulated me into a date (was first a group activity and then suddenly a date and he didn't even ask!!) and after messages and phone calls from him all week (including invitations to watch seasons of the A-Team), I decided to call and cancel.

He called several times and lefts messages, including one in which he closes by telling me that he loves me.

Freak Out!!!!!

More to come (I'm sure)....

I am soooooooooo tired. Any suggestions as to healthy ways to deal (aside from going to bed earlier because that doesn't seem to work! I just can't get a good night's sleep!)

More Baby Jacob

He is just sooooooooooooooooooooo cute that I have to show him off!

RATS!

I think everyone should consider having a pet rat.

Rats make intelligent, loyal, sweet pets. My pet rat, Nickie, is sooooo cute. She follows me all over the house and loves attention, as any rat does (they are social animals).

Unfortunately, my brother-in-law's rat is stuck in his cage most of the time. I would like to take him home but then neither he nor Nickie could roam freely or else I'll rats coming out of my ears. We could work out a rotation schedule where one gets to roam one day and the other gets to roam the next. I'll have to think about this more.

I'd like to get a puppy sometime too.

Animals are just special. There is something special about them. They are helpful at reducing stress, helping with depression, they have their own individual personalities (just like you and me), and they are innocent creatures (becoming who they are by instinct or training).

Hunting is stupid for Americans to do unless they are truly lacking in money to buy food. There are animals raised and abused purely to satisfy the American's lust for meat. Why kill another innocent life when there are plenty of animals that are forced to eat their fellow species, living in cramped quarters (to say the very least, unable to even reach their prime because the younger the meat the better it tastes?

Celebrity

Bobarino had an interview published in the Salt Lake Weekly. We're so proud!

He is a writer and working on publishing his latest novel about technology in the library. Marsh-mellow Bobarino is contemplative with a subtle sense of humor.

"Think Stephen King sans the blood and horror," says Knavel Orange. "There's just something about him."

"Anything he writes is sure to be thought-provoking and inspiring," adds Weber County's Basque Babe.

This isn't the last you'll here of our friend.

I'm trying to figure out what colors to use for my blog. Summer is coming up so it would be nice to try some summer colors. Maybe some lime greens and yellows. Lavender always looks nice so I went ahead and used lavender and purple.

I had a makeover at the Lancome counter on Saturday. Thats a good place to learn about colors. I found out that despite my pale skin and reddish hair I can use any colors, so long as they're the right shade. We did creams and greens (kind of lime green and emerald). Loved the effect so bought the makeup.

Its funny the whole makeup thing. Putting materials (and sometimes toxic at that) on our faces to change the way we look so we look better. I wonder what aliens would think about that.

I ask this question a lot: What would aliens think about....? Usually I plug in dancing or ice/roller skating. Odd fun once you think about them on the basest levels.

For more information on aliens, check out Alien Central. A patron here at the library gave me this link. He is actually Nordic (check out that link). Thats why he thinks I'm cool--because I have Nordic blood.

So I got in trouble today for putting a picture of my new nephew coming out of my sister's stomach (C-section) on one of the staff computers. Heh, heh, heh. I wanted to see the reaction I'd get and so I did receive one.

But he is so cute and the cutest there ever was at that. Just look at him (sorry Bobarino: its the same blue picture!)

So the United States Supreme Court--the Court with the final say; the Court that is selective in the cases it hears--chose to hear Anna Nicole Smith's inheritance case.

No comment.

You know being alone isn't all its cracked up to be. I thought life would be great if I could just do everything by myself--no disappointments, losses, or betrayals (of any magnitude).

But on the flip side, you miss out on companionship and some really good times. And why should I expect others to be perfect. Part of it has been I know I can't live up to a standard of friendship or acquaintanceship that I hold and felt that I should completely pull back so I don't disappoint anyone. But I'm not perfect either. Its okay for others to mess up and its okay for me to mess up.

The past few weeks have been pretty humbling because I have a roommate now (its been about 8 months since I've had one). I've been in therapy, where I've discussed this issue quite a bit. Now that I've experienced the difference between the life of a hermit and actual living, I prefer the actual living.

For future reference, dmai, it may be hard but its worth it.

So my first post since graduation. I have finally adjusted to my new home in "Zion." Lots of blog worthy material here. I'll have to play catchup.

Meanwhile...

The blockbuster of Summer '06

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Opening day, Baby!