It’s that time of year again, I’ve returned from my annual conference all bright eyed and bushy tailed and ready to implement things. In years past I’ve had office assasin type co-workers, more desire than brain and just an unclear vision of what I wanted to do to better my role as library chick. Well this year I do intend…
Most authors or writers always say that they KNEW they were going to be writers because they were always writing as children. When I was a kid Buffy and I would tell stories (one day she, me and our cousin were Princess Leia’s daughters and the person telling the story would always allow the listener to be a bit older and there for able to date Luke Skywalker)…
I’m attending the annual PaLA conference in State College and while I brought along my hooks and some yarn, I’ve been so busy that I’ve barely touched them. Well…that’s not true. The pattern I wanted to do is new to me so I’ve decided to leave it go until I head back home. On the ride up I started my…
Or why yes, I did stay up doing my hair. Also, a gratuitous post about why I’ll be yawning in the AM. Now then…yes, my hat is totes* awesome and gah, I did want to show it off but due to triflin’ laziness I thought looking like this was ok. Buffy on the left looking hot.Me on the right…not so…
So. I’ve officially become a frump. Don’t you say, no Rachee! That’s not true! Cause you’re lying to me and that won’t he;p anyone (me).Oh no. I am a frump andthis is how I know.Went out yesterday with sister and friends and I was perfectly ok in a skirt that didn’t quite fit, mismatched warrings, no makeup. Now I am…