Thursday, February 28, 2008

Childhood hobbies collide in dream.

Anyone who knows the boyfriend knows that he loves comic books. Anyone that doesn't know the boyfriend, but reads his blog knows that he loves comic books. This is just an important facet of who he is and readily apparent when any time is spent with him. He collects posters of comic characters and many of them are framed. His old place held many posters on its aging walls. His new place is as yet undecided for decor. Truly, that is off subject, though. So, back to where I was planning to go.

The boyfriend loved comic books as a kid and still finds enjoyment in them. I loved dolls as a girl, and while my love of them has completely changed, I still have a soft place in my heart for them and still own a lot (too many, I'm certain). One day the boyfriend told me he was rather creeped out by my dolls (I have a mere 4 on a shelf in my room, the ones that wouldn't fit into my box). I had/have no plans of decorating my home with dolls, but I do want to be able to pass them along to daughters or nieces some day. Last night as I tossed and turned in bed I dreamed that I made a trip to the frame store to pick up yet another framed poster for the boyfriend (I did actually pick up a Superman frame on Tuesday after work). Upon arriving the clerk handed me a doll with comic pictures framed into its legs. The irony of the meshing of comic books and dolls was not lost on me even in my dream world. I was certain, though, that the boyfriend would be less than thrilled with the new frame. Still it makes me laugh. What amazing ideas our brains ponder even in our sleep!

Sunday, February 24, 2008

Driving Thru

This small pass-through town that I live in holds little to excite. The main drag (which is really all there is besides the side streets of houses and neighborhoods) is lined with gas stations, liquor stores/bars, car related businesses, and churches. There is, however, a Dairy Queen. A couple years back it burned and the old was replaced with a nice and shiny building. During the summer months the parking lot is frequently full, but the winter months are, unsurprisingly, harder on the ice cream business. To entice passing drivers the DQ sign offers deals on Dilly Bars throughout the cold months. The vacillating numbers I've noticed over the last couple months are: buy 6 dilly bars get 10 free; buy 6 dilly bars get 6 free; buy 6 dilly bars get 10 free; and this weeks deal, buy 6 dilly bars get 4 free. Why would someone who actually pays attention want to get 10 dilly bars for the price of 6 when in a couple weeks he'll be able to buy 16 for the price of 6? Honestly, I wonder if people actually take advantage, or if we've all become so accustomed to the words on the sign that we ignore the sign altogether. Maybe the management should switch up the option a little more.

Monday, February 18, 2008

Today at work,

a nun bought YouTube for Dummies.

Sunday, February 17, 2008

Saturday & Sunday Nights

Last evening Sister 1 & husband, Sister 2 & husband, Brother 1 & fiance, the boyfriend & I went to P.F. Changs for a celebratory, farewell dinner for the boyfriend. Although we had to wait 20 minutes past our reservation time before we were seated, we had a pleasant, relaxing meal with amazing food. Lots of talking and laughing. We finished with chocolate pies made by Sister 1. Delicious!!! I enjoy the companionship of my siblings and thank the Lord we've been able to transition into bringing the significant others into that camaraderie.

Tonight I was in nursery at church. Sometimes this is a very laid back time, other nights it is very interactive. Tonight I had the interactive kid. He wanted to play chase (he was Superman chasing me) and ride on my back and generally boss me around in an endearing sort of way. The activity heated me up and late into our time I shed my cardigan. I was wearing a feminine, cap-sleeved top that I don't wear particularly often. The little guy stared at me, gave me a once over and said, "Put your shirt on." (As if I'd done something offensive.) I assured him I had a shirt on, I'd only taken off my sweater, just like he'd taken his sweater off earlier when he'd been hot. He looked at me very seriously and said, "No, that's a bra." I'm pretty sure a look of shock crossed my face and I exclaimed, perhaps a little too emphatically for a 3-year-old, "This is not a bra, it's a shirt. All I took off was my sweater!" And without another comment we returned to our Superman chase game. You never know what's going to come out of a kid's mouth.

Saturday, February 16, 2008


So it's been a week since my last post which puts me back to the "in the trenches" Saturday. Although it was hectic, I spent most of the day looking forward to being picked up by the boyfriend, who I haven't seen since Wednesday. And, indeed it's been the highlight of my day so far. And the evening will just get better, I'm certain. How it that for optimism?

Saturday, February 9, 2008

In the Trenches

I suppose I shouldn't be so melodramatic as to call work "The Trenches", but seriously, there are days that feel that way--Saturdays most frequently qualify. Today was on of those days. I felt like I was directing traffic and not always very successfully. Some Saturdays I find myself almost simmering beneath my facade of calm (okay, sometimes I develop quite large cracks in that facade), but today I felt like I kept myself distantly focused (which really just means that I did my work fine, but didn't allow myself to focus heavily on what was transpiring around me). About an hour before the end of my shift a woman said--almost yelled, really--I need a man! She wanted help with a box and threw up her hands in frustration which was compounded by some obvious social ineptness. What a strange situation it is to deal with the public day in and day out. I find it both rewarding and infuriating and today was a blend of both!

Friday, February 8, 2008

My morning, to be followed by an 8-hour shift at the bookstore.

I go to bed later than I want, knowing the morning will come fast. However, hearing vomiting in the early morning hours, being awakened by my alarm, followed by a call from my boss, makes for an even less restful sleep. So, what better way to try and wake up cheerfully, than to march around the house listening to Christmas Brass playing napkin trumpets with the nephews. I must admit to being worn out now, but they are so imaginative!

Brief bits from the week so far:

Well folks, the recent weather--particularly the high winds--has orphaned that dang elephant of his legs and trunk once again.

A rather intellectual, artistic fellow (I often refer to as the boyfriend) gave me this sage saying tonight: One's sense of greatness can impede true greatness. (That's what you said, right?)

The boyfriend and I enjoyed a date to the Happy Hour concert downtown at the symphony this evening. For only $15 a ticket we were able to enjoy complimentary food & drinks and an hour of impressive music!

This week I finished reading Anne Fadiman's book of essays Ex Libris: Confessions of a Common Reader. Her essays employ a very conversational style (although she has an amazing vocabulary--the previous owner of the book underlined all the words she didn't know the definition for, unfortunately, I was right there with her. And I thought I had a fairly substantial vocab.) and address topics from the way people love books--choosing to mark it with love or maintain it with care--to how she and her husband reconciled their libraries after several years of marriage. A quick read, but one I very much enjoyed and imagine wanting to pick up again someday.

Tuesday, February 5, 2008


go out to the boyfriend who completely surprised me this evening with a romantic dinner at The Melting Pot! I thought we were babysitting his niece, which was just a ruse (as he put it). He had his brother and sister-in-law in on the plan. Seriously, I was so surprised, all I could think about was that I was happy, but also that I felt underdressed. Because he knew I would feel that way, he hadn't dressed up at all either. We had a most pleasant evening in our casual wear. I'm still a little shocked by how oblivious I was to all of it!

Saturday, February 2, 2008

Seeing the fingerprints of God in the changes ahead...

I'm feeling just a touch melancholy. My dearest co-worker finished his last day today. I'm going to miss his companionship. As a last hurrah he stepped in and dealt with a pesky customer who was being a little too pushy with me. I bid Farewell to the ending of a great 14 months and offer a hopeful Hello to the beautiful possibilities of new beginnings! God is indeed good in the ways that He orchestrates change.

Friday, February 1, 2008

Findng perspective among books...

I am a book maiden. At my place of employment my speciality is children's literature. I'm good at this. I know my stuff. But there are days that I look longingly at other sections and imagine how much more intellectually stimulating it would be to shelve those books. I pit Curious George and Harry Potter against the likes of Shakespeare and Coleridge. Somehow though, the worlds of curious monkeys and flying broomsticks always win. I trudge on through the piles of board books, stacks of pictures books and boxes of young adult fiction, and while I rarely see anything new these days, occasionally a treasure will slip through, like the complete tales of Beatrix Potter (hardback for only $5.50) or the final book for my Dr. Seuss collection. And for a treat, sometimes I slip over to the literary criticism section for a new book of essays, or sort through the writing books, or flip through cookbooks. I am certain if I shelved any of those sections, I would tire of seeing the same books. So, staying in my corner full of brightly colored books keeps my perspective fresh for perusing the other sections. Even if the grass looks greener on the other side, I'm fairly certain it's just as beautiful on my side, it's just all in how you look at it.

Overhearing Customers

Do you know where you can buy socks for sock monkeys?

I'm at half books, is there any books you want real fast?
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