librarygirl92
librarygirl92
librarygirl92

Yes! And when I had my second one, my laundry somehow tripled. How the hell does that math work?

This one did. (: She's also the one who told us that National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation was inappropriate.

Nah, it's been surprisingly invigorating. Community-led librarianship sounds all jargony but the new community connections we're forging are quite exciting.

My youngest daughter is her own censor. We were at the Royal Ontario Museum and when we visited the Ancient Greece exhibit, she threw up her hand to block her view of the nude statues and in a most aggrieved voice said, "I can't *believe* they have those out where children can see them." She was about 7.

The Tucker Max article @ Salon included this: "Jezebel is to feminism what evangelical Christians are to religion."

Promposals are a big thing now and, ugh, the pressure on both sides - asker and askee. My daughter said she would automatically say no to anyone who called her out in front of the school. And the pressure seems to be on kids who are already couples. If you're dating someone, wouldn't it be assumed that you are going

We're currently going through an organizational review and service delivery model exercise at my library. Next meeting I am suggesting that we have at least one position titled "Punk Ass Book Jockey."

A friend from New Brunswick turned to his wife after the first episode and said, "Oh my god. It's a documentary."

That visual is just what I needed to see at this very moment. I have a severe case of the giggles now and I hope nobody walks by my office.

I commented once that my daughter was formula fed and turned out quite bright, gifted in fact, (trying to be supportive of moms who bottle-fed) and someone actually said, "But think how much smarter she could have been if you HAD breastfed. But I guess you'll never know. Too bad." Sigh.

Tell your friend I was there. The guilt, the tears, the pain, and then finally my GP looked at me and said, "If it works, it works. If not, just use formula. Your baby will be just fine." It didn't work, I used formula, and she is more than fine almost 17 years later.

I was just about to make my husband's sandwich for his lunch break but fuck it. I put the meat on the floor for the cats. Because feminism.

Back in about 2004 my mother was cleaning out my grandmother's fridge and picked up a mason jar of venison. (If you have never seen canned venison, it is quite a sight to behold. I gag just thinking of meat in a jar. Anyway, back to our story.) Mom asked how long the hat had been in there and my grandmother mused,

I love that you have a cat named Dave Robicheaux. Please, please tell me you have one named Cletus too.

Jonathan Tropper is one of my favourite authors. Funny, poignant, and solid storytelling. I am excited for this one!

Just put it on hold at my local library!