Whew. *hates squiggly red lines*
So the weekend was yet another Catanian Epic Tournament. It all started off with a fancy dinner at the Northshore Brasserie to celebrate the birth anniversary of one Mrs. Jenny Poo Mowrer:
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| the lady of the hour front and center |
Before we are whisked magically off to the Isle of Catan!
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| catanians! unite! |
We made up a rule of our own this game: only homosexual marriage is recognized in Catan, and we were all, therefore, singles in the eyes of Catanian law. See the pile of rings up in the left-hand corner?
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| matt's ring, jenny's engagement ring, marty's ring, tommy's ring, shawn's engagement ring, jenny's ring, shawn's ring and my wedding ring all in a row |
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| the birthday girl and all her rings |
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| three catanians being whackadoodle |
Then, I played with Jenny's new Hermes scarf that she got for Christmas. Jenny and I love things that make us feel French. As for me, I can't really explain it. But I like riding on my bike in skirts wearing sandals sans bike helmet (sorry, Mama... it's too American for my taste), and Jenny likes French couture. We both like French food. Anywho, someone made the point that I looked like an old school journalist lady, so we took some shots of me covering some hard news.
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| the prime minister said WHAT?! |
Oh but wait! Maybe I am a famous journalist after all!
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| me being at the etspj legislative lunch was covered on the 6 o'clock news. oh, and amanda was there too. |
Speaking of Amanda, here is an unusual shot of the two of us:
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| she's smiling crazy big and i am frowning. we thought we'd go opposite for a change. |
In other news, I discovered something odd about working in a library. I have meetings all over hither, thither and yon, and have spent the last three weeks learning my way around and wandering in the stacks. Oh! And I checked out my first book since graduate school! The UT Book Club announced their new book of the month so I ran and checked it out before anyone else could get there HAHAHAHA. Wait. Maybe not such a smooth move for the new kid on the block.... ANYWAY. I was proud that I found it in the state's largest research library in no time at all. But hey, who's with me on missing the card catalog? I used to get LOST in that thing when ever I was flipping through, no joke. I'd go looking for one thing and before you knew it I was off chasing rabbits whenever I saw something that caught my eye. Now, you enter search terms into a computer, and a browser-less list of hits appears on one subject. No more flipping through the Ws in search of the title "Waiting" and coming across the subject heading "Walnut Creek" and going oh hey! What's old Laura Ingalls up to these days? And I learned today (re-learned, ahem, Suzy Smith) that a card catalog limited the subject headings to only three subjects. What the hoo-ha? What book is about only three subjects? And I also learned that public libraries use the Dewey decimal system to catalog books but research libraries use the Library of Congress system, which doesn't make sense why don't they all use the same system, I mean all books have ISBNs, can't we use that? I AM going to ask these questions, but my mind is on overload and I'm trying to take in a crash course in "Library" while at the same time blow everyone's brain with what a super-duper new employee I am at the same time. It. Is. Exhausting. But fun.
Where was I?
Oh yeah. So, walking through the stacks every now and again, a title will jump out at me. And then the next time I walk by I sometimes will see if I can remember the unusual title and find it again. Pretty soon, I'm going to have the whole sixth floor memorized between my office and the bathroom. This week, I concentrated on always finding:
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| mems handbook. i first thought this said "men's" handbook and thought i should give that bad boy a flip-through, but upon closer inspection discovered the second "m." what or who is a mem? anyone? i can find nothing conclusive online and i don't want to ruin the fun by actually looking in the book. so far, my closest guesses are: Memphis airport code handbook, Mississippi Entomology Museum, or Missouri Employees Mutual. those were the first three Google suggestions anyway. |
Lastly, confession time! (Heather Jordan, look away please....) You might recall that Heather Jordan was sweet enough to send me flowers after my Memphis visit. I texted her a photo on Friday to show how pretty they still looked and she texted back to remember to take them home with me over the weekend so I could enjoy them at home. I said I sure would! And I did! At 5, I took the vase to the kitchen to empty out the water so it wouldn't slosh in my car, and ran back to grab my purse and lock my office. It wasn't until the middle of Jenny's fancy dinner Friday night that I proceeded to remember to take the flowers home I'M SORRY. On Monday morning I braced myself for a flower funeral, and was not surprised to find the bouquet drooping and wilted, but was surprised to not find them brown and dead. I rallied them: cut the stems, gave them food and water, and by the time I left work today:
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| THEY'RE ALIVE!!!! THEY'RE ALLLLIIIIIIIIVEEE!!!! |
OH NO. Wait. OOOOOOOHHHHH SNNAAAAPPP they are ZOMBIE FLOWERS. Dadgum it. Well. If I survive the week with the zombie flowers not killing me, I'll post about it later. Seriously, I'm going to have to keep an eye out on the back of my head.
Over and out,
M
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