Vote me in!

I joined the I CAN HAZ CHEEZBURGER madness today.

You know that photo of my cat hunting dustballs under the rug? I use it a lot. And hey-- I've shared with my friends, my blogging family, and a few others-- but why stop there? I COULD be sharing it with the WORLD!!!

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Because, you know, why do homework when you can do this?!













By the way, these are not mine. I borrowed them from the site.
Because I love them. And I am just a little bit insane. =)

YAY!

So I did my first official library event today-- my first all by myself not at the library event, that is. And I think it was a success. I feel good. And thank goodness a couple of volunteers showed up to help! I hope I didn't take over too much, because I was SO glad to have more than just me at that table. Especially with all the little kids using glue at the same time!

We made puppets. We colored in big bubble letters. We stuck stickers everywhere. And we handed out info on age-appropriate books and the Unknown Public Library. We also got to pet a turtle and a hedgehog, watch the hula dancers, and stay dry in the rain while the orchestra performed. Free face painting, too. What could be better on a Sunday afternoon?!

Oh, and I even got to read one of the storytime stories I'd brought-- to an audience of one freaked out little kindergartener, and his grateful teenage cousin. It was a definite success.

Now I just have to muster enough energy to do my homework. Riiiight.

By Any Other Name...

So every Wednesday, and often also on Saturdays or Sundays, I drive the 20-40 minutes out to the Unnamed Public Library. Often, I'm there for my internship. Sometimes, I'm there to check out books.

The thing is that on my way there, I pass a bar. Well, I pass a lot of bars-- I have a pretty seedy red-neck area to drive through. But this bar stands out. Someone with imagination, humor, and a really dirty mind owns it. This bar is called the Double Dribble. And they specialize in Hot Girls and Cold Drinks.

I still haven't figured out whether I think it's funny or sick. I do know that I have no trouble remembering the name of this particular bar. And that I must also have a strange sense of humor to get the double entendre so easily... I also know I won't be going there. Not my scene. Just thought you should know.