Don't you hate when you are thinking of something funny and can't stop laughing and then the people around you seem to question your sanity. Today, while working I could not stop laughing whilst roaming through the stacks looking for lost books.
One of the ladies I work with told me about a time that she pushed an entire cart of books down an elevator shaft. Hahahaha. It makes me laugh out loud right now as I type this...still in the library.
I claim to be the Lady of the Library, but I never talk about books. Doi. I'm a reading fool and I'm always devouring a good read.
Last week I read Loving Natalee: A Mother's Testament of Hope and Faith by Beth Holloway. It was about the girl, Natalee Holloway, that disappeared in Aruba in 2005. It was really interesting to get an insider's view of what was going on. A short and easy read.
DISCLAIMER:I then became obsessed with reading about this case though.
I'm a sucker for memoir's...especially the crazy-I-can't-believe-this-really-happened ones. If you like the same, read Jesusland. The author's name escapes me, but it is really good.
Ok, off to class to talk about books and kids and developmental reading.
Toodles,
V
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Monday, January 26, 2009
Pfffft...
Dear 23 year old quarter life crisis Nessy,
As I inch closer to the end of my belated college graduation (inching ever so slightly), I begin to freak out even more about the whole grown-up charade.
I've grown up so much in the years since college and it scares me half to death. It's even scarier how well aware I am of my maturation. They say that college are the best years of your life and as much fun I've had the last 4 years, I refuse to believe that this is as good as it gets.
I'm getting older and I constantly worry about money, bills, and working enough. Even though I couldn't be happier with my major switch (as delayed as it was), I sometimes question myself if I'm positive. Beyond my major, I worry if I'll be any good molding young minds when I do get a job. I want to experience so much in my life and I'm scared I won't do it when I have the chance. I'm saddened by the people who I thought I'd know so well forever who are hardly part of life.
As depressing as all of those thoughts and revelations are I realize it'll make me appreciate life to come even more. Sure I realize I won't be a millionaire as a teacher, but I know I won't be struggling. I may question my major switch now, but the bursting excitement I feel when talking about children's literature or educational tools is enough to assure me this is so right. I try to set aside an thoughts of possible failure as a teacher because I'll be just fine. People have been telling me I should be teaching from the day I learned how to play "school." Even though I've seen people drift away from my life, I am eternally grateful for those people I still call my best friends and know that they'll be around forever.
Growing older if tough, but I'll be fine. I needn't worry. Head up, young person.
Love,
Me
As I inch closer to the end of my belated college graduation (inching ever so slightly), I begin to freak out even more about the whole grown-up charade.
I've grown up so much in the years since college and it scares me half to death. It's even scarier how well aware I am of my maturation. They say that college are the best years of your life and as much fun I've had the last 4 years, I refuse to believe that this is as good as it gets.
I'm getting older and I constantly worry about money, bills, and working enough. Even though I couldn't be happier with my major switch (as delayed as it was), I sometimes question myself if I'm positive. Beyond my major, I worry if I'll be any good molding young minds when I do get a job. I want to experience so much in my life and I'm scared I won't do it when I have the chance. I'm saddened by the people who I thought I'd know so well forever who are hardly part of life.
As depressing as all of those thoughts and revelations are I realize it'll make me appreciate life to come even more. Sure I realize I won't be a millionaire as a teacher, but I know I won't be struggling. I may question my major switch now, but the bursting excitement I feel when talking about children's literature or educational tools is enough to assure me this is so right. I try to set aside an thoughts of possible failure as a teacher because I'll be just fine. People have been telling me I should be teaching from the day I learned how to play "school." Even though I've seen people drift away from my life, I am eternally grateful for those people I still call my best friends and know that they'll be around forever.
Growing older if tough, but I'll be fine. I needn't worry. Head up, young person.
Love,
Me
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Oh, Grandma.
I got a card in the mail yesterday from my beloved Grandma Edith. She is seriously a complete doll. She is one of those neat grandmas that does special stuff for her grandkids. For example, when I was in elementary school she planned a tea party for me and my friends. She made little finger sandwiches and decorated her patio for us to enjoy our lunch. Our birthdays are only a couple days apart so we always celebrate them together. A couple years ago she had me over for lunch and she had this spread of all my absolute favorites. She is just an absolute doll.
Anyway, tucked in the card was a little note on lined paper. This is what it said:
Vanessa,
We didn't get together this year. I missed that. maybe we can get together when you get home. Give me a call. Didn't get to talk to you much Christmas. Everyone was having a good time. I loved it. I am so proud of all my family.
Come see me.
Love,
Grandma
That little note just melts me. I am so blessed with such a sweet and loving family.
Enjoy your Hump Day,
Vanessa
P.S. This is also the grandma that bought a cake and had the bakery write "Merry Christmas Jesus" on it for Christmas. I just love her.
Anyway, tucked in the card was a little note on lined paper. This is what it said:
Vanessa,
We didn't get together this year. I missed that. maybe we can get together when you get home. Give me a call. Didn't get to talk to you much Christmas. Everyone was having a good time. I loved it. I am so proud of all my family.
Come see me.
Love,
Grandma
That little note just melts me. I am so blessed with such a sweet and loving family.
Enjoy your Hump Day,
Vanessa
P.S. This is also the grandma that bought a cake and had the bakery write "Merry Christmas Jesus" on it for Christmas. I just love her.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
It's just to that point that I'm just getting older.
Today is the day that I make my descent into the "old as balls" bracket. It's true...I am 23 years of age this day. Twenty-two was pretty good, but I anticipate this year to be great, grand wonderful, because really what else do I have going for me at the boring age of 23.
This birthday has been the absolute greatest. I woke up this morning to text messages and an e-mail from Erin with the greatest card Liza Minelli's face smiling back at me) and song. Dillon has been here all week so I got him stirring and he drove me to get my hair cut. New 'do for a new year. No? We came back to my apt. just to fart around really. We did some tidying up. Later in the afternoon, flowers were delivered to my apartment from Toni! I cried. Not only because I miss her terribly and this will be the first birthday in many years that we will not be able to celebrate, but also because it was seriously the sweetest thing ever.
I got many calls and messages throughout the day from everyone wishing me happy birthday and I greatly, greatly appreciate it. It made my birthday grand really.
Dillon ordered me this amazing coat from Urban Outfitter's that I have been wanting really, really bad. Ugh, I just love it and him for being an awesome mate and getting it for me for the big 2-3.
We had chili mac for dinner. Pretty standard for a cold evening like tonight. When we went grocery shopping on Monday, we each picked out an exotic fruit to try. He picked out a guava and I got a pummelo? Whatever the heck that is. We also got plantains just because we've never tried them. Anywho, that's for dessert. An American classic with an exotic touch on my birthday I suppose.
This weekend a whole clan of hooligans will be visiting to continue with the festivities. I am so excited!!!!
Try and stay warm on this dreadfully cold night!
V
This birthday has been the absolute greatest. I woke up this morning to text messages and an e-mail from Erin with the greatest card Liza Minelli's face smiling back at me) and song. Dillon has been here all week so I got him stirring and he drove me to get my hair cut. New 'do for a new year. No? We came back to my apt. just to fart around really. We did some tidying up. Later in the afternoon, flowers were delivered to my apartment from Toni! I cried. Not only because I miss her terribly and this will be the first birthday in many years that we will not be able to celebrate, but also because it was seriously the sweetest thing ever.
I got many calls and messages throughout the day from everyone wishing me happy birthday and I greatly, greatly appreciate it. It made my birthday grand really.
Dillon ordered me this amazing coat from Urban Outfitter's that I have been wanting really, really bad. Ugh, I just love it and him for being an awesome mate and getting it for me for the big 2-3.
We had chili mac for dinner. Pretty standard for a cold evening like tonight. When we went grocery shopping on Monday, we each picked out an exotic fruit to try. He picked out a guava and I got a pummelo? Whatever the heck that is. We also got plantains just because we've never tried them. Anywho, that's for dessert. An American classic with an exotic touch on my birthday I suppose.
This weekend a whole clan of hooligans will be visiting to continue with the festivities. I am so excited!!!!
Try and stay warm on this dreadfully cold night!
V
Monday, January 12, 2009
Back into the swing...
It appears that I have neglected my blogging. This is an absolute tragedy considering my life is so very fascinating.
I'm back at school and since I'm almost always bored here the blogging will resume.
Winter break was so short, but I loved every moment of it.
I feel like the only thing I did from the Friday I got home from school until Christmas was shop. I was not really expecting anything for Christmas. I didn't tell my parents to get me anything and they hadn't asked too much (because they are paying for me to go to Europe over spring break and that is WAY more than enough). On Christmas Eve, Sarah and I were shopping at Target and we ran into my dad. He asked to borrow my phone because his was dying. When I got home he claimed to have "lost" my phone. Hahaha. I knew the moment that he asked to borrow my phone that he was going to get me a new one. This is so classic of my dad to try so hard to make surprises special. On Christmas morning he wrapped just the phone and called it, but forgot to turn the ringer on so it didn't ring. Hahaha. I had to act like I didn't know what was going on. He finally just told me which present it was. My mom figured out that my dad had bought the Wii so she bought ROCK BAND. The biggest shocker of Christmas. I nearly dislocated my jaw when it dropped in surprise. Overall, Christmas was so fantastic. Everyone was so excited about the gifts that I had given them and I got to spend lots of time with my friends and family.
New Year's Eve was equally as wonderful. Dillon and I decided to try a German restaurant called The Gast Haus in St. Louis and had a lot of fun. As usual the evening included laughter and sarcasm. We went back to his parents where they were spending their NYE with a few of their friends and played games and snacked all night.
I must confess that I just vegged out and spent hours just doing nothing with friends, but I couldn't have asked for a better break.
Oh, yeah and Sarah and I played Rock Band for 8 hours one day. We kicked Dillon out of the band.
Toodles,
V
I'm back at school and since I'm almost always bored here the blogging will resume.
Winter break was so short, but I loved every moment of it.
I feel like the only thing I did from the Friday I got home from school until Christmas was shop. I was not really expecting anything for Christmas. I didn't tell my parents to get me anything and they hadn't asked too much (because they are paying for me to go to Europe over spring break and that is WAY more than enough). On Christmas Eve, Sarah and I were shopping at Target and we ran into my dad. He asked to borrow my phone because his was dying. When I got home he claimed to have "lost" my phone. Hahaha. I knew the moment that he asked to borrow my phone that he was going to get me a new one. This is so classic of my dad to try so hard to make surprises special. On Christmas morning he wrapped just the phone and called it, but forgot to turn the ringer on so it didn't ring. Hahaha. I had to act like I didn't know what was going on. He finally just told me which present it was. My mom figured out that my dad had bought the Wii so she bought ROCK BAND. The biggest shocker of Christmas. I nearly dislocated my jaw when it dropped in surprise. Overall, Christmas was so fantastic. Everyone was so excited about the gifts that I had given them and I got to spend lots of time with my friends and family.
New Year's Eve was equally as wonderful. Dillon and I decided to try a German restaurant called The Gast Haus in St. Louis and had a lot of fun. As usual the evening included laughter and sarcasm. We went back to his parents where they were spending their NYE with a few of their friends and played games and snacked all night.
I must confess that I just vegged out and spent hours just doing nothing with friends, but I couldn't have asked for a better break.
Oh, yeah and Sarah and I played Rock Band for 8 hours one day. We kicked Dillon out of the band.
Toodles,
V
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