Monthly Archives: February 2014

Reverse Vandalism – Crazy for the Greater Good

I love owning books. It is the greatest contribution to why I have a very small savings account. But as far as habits go, I think it is a good one. At least it isn’t like I am doing drugs. Although a good book certainly can affect me like a drug. It can be impossible to put it down and when you turn that last page – it’s like coming down from a high only to return to your own life. Without the glitz, glamour, and glimmer of the world you spent so much time living in. Without the characters that you have fallen in love with and invested so much time learning about, getting to know and making yourself a part of their world.

So, although I love to purchase books and fill my bookshelves with the imaginations of so many writers I am trying to be better about it all. Thus, after many years I have rediscovered the library.

One decision that I have made this year is in order to read a wider range of books is to join the Wall Street Journal book club. The first book on the list is “Wolf Hall” by Hilary Mantel. So I put it on hold at the local library and went and picked it up. The copy that I was given, well…it wasn’t in the greatest shape.

This is one of the risks when it comes to library books. Not everyone cares for books the way that I do. Not everyone sees books as they are – a sacred transportation to another world. I guess that is why not everyone treats book with the respect that they should.

I took my library book home and decided that there was no way that I would be able to read the book as is. The binding was loose. There were a few pages that were dangerous close to falling out. So, I picked up some glue and spread the pages. I slid the glue down the very edge of the page, smudged it in with my finger. I made sure that the pages were in perfectly. Once it was completely put together the way that it should be, I put the book down with some weight on it and let it sit. It turned out beautifully. I came, I saw, I fixed.

I think a large part of why I did this would be because I can be a little crazy. I like things done a certain way. I like there to be an organization in my life. I like to control anything that I am able to in this life since there is so much that cannot be controlled. So I repair library books.


How NOT to Shovel Your Sidewalk

This winter seems to be endless. I mean, really, really endless. There is more snow coming not only this week but next week as well. *Sigh* Well, in addition to there being a ton of snow, there is a ton of ice. Guess what caused me to fall? It was the ice. And I landed on my knee. Nothing is broken or torn, but it hurts a lot. 

I fell at the train station, but it has repeatedly come to my attention that the train station is not the only place where I could have fallen. See, some of my neighbors do not know how to shovel their sidewalks. I’m here to give you a little lesson. First of all, I’d like to say for the record that I know some people aren’t capable of shoveling their walks. To them, I say, either find someone to do it for you OR move to an apartment where the sidewalk is not your responsibility!! Don’t live in a house if you can’t handle the responsibilities of being a homeowner!!!!!!!! 

So, I took some pictures to illustrate my point. 


The above picture is an example of how to properly shovel. Take note of the fact that I can see the edges of the grass on both sides. Props to these neighbors. 



The above picture is a great example of why it is important to scrape the sidewalk clear. When you leave just a little bit, it freezes just like this.



Same situation. You need to scrape this sidewalk people. 




This sidewalk is an example of EXTREME laziness. Good job guys, you did the absolute bare minimum and my DACHSHUND takes up the whole sidewalk. (By the way, I’ve been using crutches and when the sidewalk is like this, I can’t use them. I have to hobble along carrying my crutches). Thanks guys. 




This is the same people. Just want to reiterate the terrible shoveling job that was done here.  





I mean look at that!!




My poor puppy, his paws are getting so cold walking on the ice because my neighbors are lazy. I don’t like it so much either. With more snow on the way, can some of you figure out how to shovel your sidewalks??

Kick a Doggie While She’s Down

First of all, the title is supposed to be read in a British accent (think Juliet Landau as Drusilla in Buffy). So keep that in mind. And I don’t mean an actual dog. That would be mean. I’m referring to a person with that phrase, that person being me. 

Yes, I am feeling a little sorry for myself lately. Guess what I did last week? Well, I was running late for work already and so I was able to convince the boyfriend to drive me to the train station. We pull up in the car as the train pulls up on the opposite side so I’m immediately thinking, ok, gotta make a run for it. The boyfriend doesn’t even fully stop the car before my door is open. I step out, my backpack already on my shoulder along with my purse. I take one step, I take another, I prepare to sprint down the stairs and my foot connects with ice. Just like that, I’m falling and as luck would have it, I land on my knee (the same knee that has been giving me trouble for a few weeks). 

At this point, there are a couple ways that I could have reacted. I could have jumped back up, grabbed my bag, shouted for the guys to hold the train and gone to work. I could have brushed it off, caught the next train, and gone to work. Instead, I stayed where I was, sprawled out on the pavement and cried. I just let the tears flow, soaking my face and I cried. I cried like a baby and much more than I usually do when in public. It isn’t like I don’t normally cry. Hell, a good book or a touching movie is enough to get me going. But the thing is, I don’t normally cry in public and I felt defeated in that moment. The ice had won. Winter had won. I sat there and cried. 

The knee isn’t broken or anything I don’t think. But it does hurt a hell of a lot and it is a little frustrating trying to get around the city with a bruised knee. I broke down and bought some crutches today because I got so tired doing my little hobble around the city. Hopefully tomorrow will be a little better with that addition. But that is besides the point. 

Why did I fall on ice? Well, I was running late, clearly that is an area that Septa neglects to salt, and also I am not in Costa Rica. Why is that relevant? Oh, because the rest of my office is. Granted, they weren’t there on Thursday when the actual falling on the ice happened, but it’s the principle of the matter. I am stuck in this frigid weather while those I work with are enjoying the beaches of Costa Rica. Not to mention the sun, the food, and the drinks. I’m super jealous if you haven’t noticed. 

So yes, I am feeling a little sorry for myself and the fact that I am stuck here while they’re in Costa Rica. I’m stuck here and I’m hurt and it SUCKS! Not only that, but work has been super stressful in both my jobs. Work is stressful, I’m trying to figure out so many parts of my life and I just feel like I have no guidance. The cherry on top? My computer didn’t charge last night even though I swore I plugged it in. So I had to use my stupid slow work computer for everything today. Grumble, grumble, grumble!!!


Do I have your attention? Yes, today I would like to discuss boobs. Because everyone loves them, go ahead you can admit it. Now the whole idea for this post began with a work-related wardrobe malfunction. I bought a new top that was rather revealing and forgot just how revealing it was. I got ready for work in a hurry and rushed out the door just to realize that my shirt made me look a little slutty. My plan was to wear a tank top underneath, but that didn’t happen. Luckily for me, I had a scarf and was able to get through the day without flashing anyone accidentally. But it got me thinking…

…about boobs. And why they are such a big deal here in the good old USA. You don’t see us with any nude beaches or topless beaches (we also happen to be a very obese country as a whole, so that might have something to do with it) but overall, I think there are too many people who are just uptight when it comes to boobs. And what’s so special about them anyway? “Breasts are a scandal because they shatter the border between motherhood and sexuality.” – Iris Marion Young

Pretty much everyone has them. And sure, they’re jiggly which can be a lot of fun. Babies love them because, hey, milk. They can be pretty nice to look at too. But is it really cause for me to worry about my top being super low at work? Well, I do work with only two other people and both of them are guys. Hmm.


Another thing that I got thinking about when on my boob-rant was about the names. THERE ARE SO MANY NAMES FOR BOOBS!! So there are breasts, and tits, and boobs, and jugs, hooters, knockers, honkers, bazoombas, bosoms, fun bags, pillows, mammaries, tatas, and so on. I actually found a list online: which is just absurd. 

Beyond the names, think about how often boobs are brought up in movies and TV shows? In Friends, there is an entire episode called ‘The One with the Boobies’. There is also an episode about boobs in Seinfeld ‘The Implant’. And just for fun, a few quotes about boobs: 

“What is it with this girl? She got beer-flavored nipples?” – 10 Things I Hate About You

“You know, when you, like, you grab a woman’s breast and it’s… and you feel it and… it feels like a bag of sand when you’re touching it.” – 40 Year Old Virgin

Anya: “Look, I know you find me attractive. I’ve seen you looking at my breasts.” Xander: “Nothing personal, but when a guy does that, it just means his eyes are open.” – Buffy the Vampire Slayer