She’s aaaaalive!

Girl Frankenstein’s Monster! Girl Frankenstein’s Monster! That’s me.

It’s been almost a month since my last post. I’m sorry about that. I haven’t got any good excuses, so I won’t throw any out. Instead it’s just been a lot of day to day getting on with things, you know the type.

Birthday Hoopla
My birthday was lovely — we thought we’d be caretaking on the actual day, but in the end we got a last minute trade and were able to stay home. To celebrate Sky and I made fish tacos* complete with radishes, cabbage, limes, avocado, and that yummy creamy sauce. I worked the day after my birthday, and then that Sunday we had a nice picnic in Cal Anderson park w/ a good assortment of friends.

Surreal Thursday
So I work at two branches of my library. They balance each other nicely, the two branches: one is heavy traffic, more urban, with lots of issues with mental health and drug use, while the other is in a residential neighborhood and the biggest issue is noise during storytime. Last Thursday, however, was like Freaky Friday. Freaky Thursday. Whatever. There were all sorts of weird goings on at the normally mellow library – all. day. long. This is the same day that Michael Jackson (and poor forever 2nd billing Farrah Fawcett) died. So the day was filled with weird security issues, punctuated with people coming up to the reference desk and saying to me “Michael Jackson is dead,” and waiting for me to argue with them or tell them it was a joke. Usually they just wanted to have someone say “Yeah, weird/sad/unexpected, huh?”

The day capped off with a totally whacked out man running to the desk, telling us that a man with a knife was cutting up a watermelon in the men’s bathroom. He said he was pretty sure the man was praticing on the watermelon and intended to come after us any second. The whacked out man was really whacked out and displayed all the signs of crazy, so my coworker laughed it off as the man left, running (for his life) to bus stop. I, however, knew the day was a contender and suggested we check the bathrooms on the off chance that whacked man was right. Sure enough, there was a man with a huge knife cutting up a watermelon in the sink.

Fakery & Lies
I’m going to a weddin’ this afternoon, and the dress I’m wearing is shortish – it shows off my knees and legs. My knees and legs are not just paler than pale, they are bruised and have scratches and scars of unknown origins all over them. I have the legs of a 8 year old boy, truth be told. So last night I thought I’d try out some of that new fangled tanning spray in an attempt to make my injuries look less garish against my snowlike flesh. What a mistake. I followed all of the instructions, but still woke up this morning with weird orange knees and a random streak down one side of my calf. I don’t know how that worked since I sprayed evenly over my legs after exfoliating and all of the junk. I’ve been applying lotion with alpha hydroxy in it every 30 minutes or so, which is only making the orange parts a little pinker. I’m going to be a hot mama this afternoon, and Sky is going to tease me about this for the next 5-8 years.

* I’ve been eating fish about once a month in an attempt to get more Vitamin D and those fancy oils you’re supposed to have in your system. I’m still not sure how I feel about it.