Of Baseboards and Mondays

Please forgive me for the forthcoming post.  It’s just a Monday, you know?  It’s ordinary, and I’ll be at work for a huge chunk of the day, and that’s that.  If that’s all you can stand to read about Monday, I humbly suggest that you skip ahead to the last paragraph.  Laughs await via the link.  If you can handle a few extra Monday details, by all means read on.

First, I’m going to be prepping our baseboards for paint tonight, with means that I need this tutorial video:

[I wasn’t really planning to watch that video.  I was just planning to add it in case you’re dying to know how to prep your baseboards for paint.  But I did watch it, and I feel much more prepared for the evening.  Thanks, paint people.]

And now that we have floors we care about, life is going to have to change a bit.  Before, my theory was, “This floor is getting ripped out soon.  Who cares!”  That philosophy worked for lots of things–not cleaning the kitchen carefully, not using dropcloths when I painted the dining room, not being careful with Peanut’s water bowl, and you get the idea.  Now that we have floors installed mostly by Scott, partially by his dad and me, lovingly supervised by Peanut and Duck, we have to care.  I’m definitely going to have to reacquaint myself with my Swiffer wiper upper thing. 


Since we care, I’m also in the market for a larger mat to go in front of the stove and sink.  Thinking something along these lines:

photo from garnethill.com

photo from garnethill.com


If you are leaving this post sadly unentertained, might I recommend another good blog for your laughing pleasure?  I recently ran into “I work at a public library.”  Because I do work at a public library, I love the site.  It’s just funny to hear the random/bizarre/hilarious questions that other librarians get every day.  I think you’ll like it even if you don’t work at a public library.  Welcome to my work world.

Clearing Off the Shelves: Library Edition

Sometimes, even the library goes through its shelves and gets rid of things that haven’t been used in forever.  Today I get to do some of that.  It isn’t quite as fun as getting rid of things I don’t need at home, but it’s pretty awesome for different reasons.

My favorite part of the job is seeing some of the ridiculous VHS covers from the past.  The most troublesome part is finding things I really want to keep for myself.  I mean, I could buy them at the library book sale when they’ve been properly withdrawn from the library.  But then I would be just be shuffling old, unneeded stuff from one place to another.  Not the goal of the project.

These are some of the funnies from today’s search:

    • Buns of Steel… haven’t seen this one in a while.
      photo from yesteryearsgoodies.ecrater.com

      photo from yesteryearsgoodies.ecrater.com

    • Quick Dog Training with Barbara Woodhouse, who looks like an ideal dog trainer to me.
photo from amazon.co.uk

photo from amazon.co.uk

And these are some of the favorites I’m struggling not to take home:

    • The Way to Cook with Julia Child–we’re talking the entire collection.  “Oh my!”  (Must be read in Julia Child voice.)
      photo from ebay.com

      photo from recipeboy.com


      photo from ebay.com

    • Gardens of the World with Audrey Hepburn, which I didn’t even know was a thing until today.
      photo from youbeauty.com

      photo from youbeauty.com

      photo from imdb.com

      photo from imdb.com

Saturday Career Musings

Just a few quick thoughts today.

1) Forbes.com just told me that my degree is the worst choice if you’re planning to get a master’s degree.  That made me laugh.  Of course librarians don’t make a lot of money, but that’s okay with me.  I got into this field because I like it, not because I thought it would make me rich.

2) I did indeed start thinking the beast might be nice when he took Belle to the library.

photo from libbymemoriallibrary.com

photo from libbymemoriallibrary.com

I should have had a hunch at that point that my future career would involve thousands and thousands of books.

Scott had to win me over without the benefit of a giant dream library, so he must be pretty amazing.  (And I brought the starter kit for the giant dream library with me when we got married.)

Maintaining Professionalism

I don’t usually talk about my job in detail, because I would hate for anyone to feel like they can’t be totally open with their local librarians.  We’re kind of like bartenders or lawyers or something.  And by that, I just mean that we don’t tell people what other people are asking about.  So if you need to ask a librarian for information about an awkward problem, your secret is safe.  I promise.

photo from mentalfloss.com

That said, there are some pretty funny questions floating around the library.  Some of them aren’t personal at all, and those occasionally get shared in a very “all names have been changed to protect the innocent” kind of way.  Once upon a time, in a land far far away, I was asked to identify a bug infestation over the phone and prescribe the best way to get rid of that infestation.  I like to think I did pretty well under the circumstances, but I never heard back about the problem.  There’s a chance that the infesting critters took over the house and never let that library patron call me back.  Or the patron called a professional to deal with the problem like I suggested.

Other fun questions?  Well, there was a more recent question about the national language of a rather diverse continent.  And, “Who sings that song about New York??”  I will say that we almost always find a great answer after some clarifying questions.  The key is to ask the clarifying questions all professional-like.

Oh, there was that one time that someone called to ask for the definition of a word.  I don’t actually remember what word it was, but I remember that the caller was hard of hearing, and the definition included something vaguely sexual.  So there I was in my place of work, almost screaming something embarrassing over the phone at the reference desk.  Yup.

I like that aspect of my job a lot.  No, not the screaming embarrassing things over the phone in public part.  I like the randomness of it and never knowing what the next question will be.  Life in the library is never dull.

I’m Employed!

Well, I’m technically not employed yet.  But I did get a job offer, and I’ve signed an acceptance of that offer, so it’s pretty official.  I’m really excited about it.  I get to dust off my library skills, and I even get to hang out with co-workers who like reading.  It’s going to be good.

photo from theoutreachlibrarian.com

photo from theoutreachlibrarian.com

In addition to new co-workers and schedules and an inability to wear sweatpants every day, the new job also means it’s time for me to break out the cleaning supplies.  I have three business days between now and my first day of work, and we have guests visiting this weekend, next weekend, and for Thanksgiving.  We’re really really glad we get to see friends and family.  I just don’t want them to fully experience the stink bug genocide on our floor.  I know I keep talking about it, but who likes cleaning up stink bugs?  I’ve been avoiding it.

Last but not least, we’ve returned to some fall recipe favorites from last year.  You can check those out here.  We had the chicken with brussels sprouts and rosemary potatoes and mustard sauce the other day.  Next time, I need to make double the mustard sauce, but you live and learn.  And tonight is stuffed apple night, unstuffed (recipe on the same post).  Between the Italian sausage and the apples, I’m looking forward to it.

photo from Cooking Light (by John Autry)

photo from Cooking Light (by John Autry)


Happy Feet

I got spoiled from June to February. While painting away my life on watercolor paper and ceilings, I somehow forgot that it’s normal to wear real shoes. I have a great pair of flip flops and some warm slipper-like boots. Who needs dainty, attractive shoes when you’re practically barefoot all the time?

But it is nice to click around in heels once in a while.

Enter job.

Now I find myself in real shoes five out of seven days, and it’s kind of a shock to the system. I don’t remember work shoes being restrictive. But they kind of are. How could I forget something like that?

Here’s one of my favorite pairs of cute shoes:


I think they’re worth some toe-smushing. I just hope my feet will conform to nice little work shoe triangles again. I think that’s how this works, right?


P.S. The bruise on my shin is from a ski trip. A ski trip during which I successfully navigated my very first black diamond slope. Without falling. Just thought I’d brag about that, since it’ll probably never happen again.

The End of an Era (and Fresh Paint)

I’ve loved being a stay-at-home wife for the past several months.  It gave me a chance to start my Etsy shop, to paint more, to cook relaxed meals, and to just feel at peace.  But every season has its end, right?

Sometimes while I was feeling at peace, I also felt like a bum.  Sometimes I wanted more of a schedule.  Sometimes I wished that my copious amounts of cooking and laundry got me a paycheck that I could share with Scott.



I’m starting a new job at a local university on Monday.  It’s a short quarter-mile walk from our house to the office, and that’s only the beginning of the future job awesomeness.

You know what I like in addition to having a new job?  I like that this past week, I’ve been a project machine around the house.  I knew that I had a very limited amount of time left as a lady of leisure, so I started tackling projects I’ve avoided for a good long time.

Stained, dirty walls in the pantry area?  Repainted!  Stained, dirty ceiling in the kitchen?  Repainted!  Toenails (not stained or dirty to my knowledge, but in great need of TLC)?  Painted.  (We’ll get back to that one.  First, take a look at the kitchen ceiling.)

This was my favorite moment of ceiling painting.

This was my favorite moment of ceiling painting.

Yucky stains (and freshly painted edges).

Yucky stains (and freshly painted edges).


No more yuck!

The ceiling painting was the biggest task.  In my opinion, it’s not that gratifying to paint something the same color it was before just to get rid of a layer of stain.  But paint, I did.  (Yes, that was a mental pat on the back that you heard just then.)

Can I also say that painting my toenails in the winter is kind of a big deal for me?  It has never been my dream to have freezing cold feet for hours before going to bed.

While my feet aren’t on par with Liz Lemon scary feet, they have been cracked and dry for years and years.  Somehow, without assistance of lotion or anything at all, Scott’s feet stay smooth and moisturized.  Mine, on the other hand, develop cracking canyons a few times a year.  Sad foot canyons.

I found a solution this week, and it’s been glorious.  I’ve been wearing my giant Uggs every day at home, because they’re warm and wonderful.  Then it occurred to me that these wonderful shoes could easily turn into spa tools with a few extra ingredients.  While I was painting walls and ceilings and cleaning paint off of the floor and the counters and everything, I added a thick layer of lotion to my feet, topped them with a pair of fuzzy socks, and put the faithful fur-lined boots back on.  In one short week, my feet are already looking like feet again instead of geological features you might find in a desert.

And thus, I declare victory over this week of non-jobness.