I'm Liz, and I'm a librarian (duh)

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Blogger's Block

So far, this whole blogging thing has been a breeze, except for the one thing--what to blog about? No one wants to hear a blow-by-blow of life in the department, especially because that has the potential to deteriorate into whining and complaining, and who needs to read that? And frankly, my personal life just doesn't have what it takes to hold even my interest most days, never mind anyone else's. And finally, I don't think I can go into a deep enough cover to really dish, although that would certainly be entertaining. So it's a dilemma.

Maybe I could start a "believe it or not" column, where you have to guess which patron antics are the false ones.

Monday, September 24, 2007

Art Linkletter was right!

It's been a while since I have really had a funny conversation with one of the kids, but on Saturday one of our regulars came in, someone I haven't seen all summer, and we were talking about what he'd been doing for the last couple of months. I don't remember how the subject changed (maybe he just changed it), but he wanted to guess how old I was (occupational hazard when working with kids). He made a guess, a pretty close guess, but then proceeded to tell me WHY he knew I wasn't "old." Peering very closely, really taking his time, he said that number one, I don't wear earrings like old ladies wear. Also, my hair isn't gray and it's very bouncy. So there you have it--the secrets of eternal youth. Forget botox, peels--the earrings don't lie.

Saturday, September 22, 2007

Fooling around in Blogger

I was playing around, actually looking at a friend's blog today, and I noticed a totally cool feature of this blog--at the top of the page, if you click on "next blog" you get t look at some random person's blog. I stumbled onto someone blogging under then name "fat guy," that seemed to be his ruminations on being fat (his word, not mine--I'm not weightist), and another one about a Japanese woman in France, doing a tour of all the places she's been and food she's eaten. Fun! Woe unto him that gets this blog randomly...

I think I'm about to go off on a rant.

I think we should post a picture, like huge movie-poster size, in the youth services dept. of the little girl who disappeared in Portugal or Spain or wherever over the summer when her parents left her unattended in their hotel room while they went off to dinner. And under that we should post our unattended child rules--maybe then people would listen! I just spent the last 10 minutes negotiating with this person who was trying to leave her primarily French-speaking 3-year-old in the care of a 7-year-old so she could go off and use the internet. Grr. I know, here's a quarter.

Okay, I'm starting to sound like a curmudgeon. Let's change the subject.

One of the cool things about working with roughly the same population of kids over almost 10 years is that I get to see them grow up! There's a young lady here today that, about a year ago, was a total problem child. She wasn't "Bad," but she was the kind of kid that was here all the time, and when she was here we all knew that we'd spend lots of time disciplining her (keep your voice down, stay on your own computer, keep your hands to yourself, where's your mother). Anyway, she's been here for a couple of hours today and she's been nothing but respectful and well-behaved. What a difference a year makes!

Thursday, September 20, 2007

Hi Everyone!

This is it, my foray into the blogosphere...can you feel the electricity in the air? I know, the Ferguson world has been perched on the edge of their seats, waiting to hear my thoughts and insights. Well, the wait is over!

Today is a good day to start, because it is also the first day of my Two's Company storytime, which will run for the next 5 weeks, and who knows--maybe they'll give me some fun and interesting fodder. They always entertain me.

I am about 3/4 of the way through a very interesting book from our teen section, Freak Show by James St. James. About a teen drag queen transplanted from our own Darien, CT to the bowels of rural FL, attending a very conservative private school for ridiculously wealthy problem children. Hilarity, as you might expect, does not ensue. He's running for homecoming queen now--I'll let you know if he survives.