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Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Best story I heard today...

It was after storytime and I was trying to sort through the pile of papers and books overflowing my desk...I looked up and noticed grandparents taking their storytime grandson home.

"Have a good afternoon," I said smiling.
The Grandma says to her husband...oh do you know Not Emily?
He looks at me and you could see the husband oh-no-I-don't-know look on his face..and I said, "no we don't."

She introduces me as my Grandmas grand-daughter, which I love, and then I said to him..."Oh I've seen pictures of you."

The picture I was thinking of was my Uncle (who I never met--he died when my mom was a baby from a motorcycle accident) and this man, plus a group of other boys who all were around bicycles.  It was from the 50's.  Black and white.  Snazzy.

And then this man says to me, "OH you probably don't know about post World War II and your uncle and I."

Nope.

He explains that post WWII alcohol was rationed and you had to get a card to be able to buy it.  He somehow ends up with 4 cards and of course my uncle had to have a card.  My uncle was old enough to buy alcohol, but you could get more maybe? with this card.  So, my uncle plus this grandpa-man would buy as much as they could for .64 cents and then turn around and sell it to "the alcoholics" for 5.00...he said they were easily making an extra $20 a month, which was alot back then.  Heck! I'd like to make an easy $20 even today.  Of course we got a chuckle from it...I'm sure he's laughed about that for 60 years now...
Best story from storytime today!

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Dot-to-Dot

I don't like to write about work--because mostly I like to leave work at work and I'm highly paranoid of some big-brother-blog-police--but really I'll make an exception, mostly because it has little to do with work and more with little, schmarmy salesmen.

During days and two nights a week I am a librarian..for those who think we sit around reading all day--THAT is a dream job..I work with the public, which is always challenging--but also deal with smalltown politics, which can get old.  That is not the point--the point,
salespeople...

One in particular...

Not Billy Mays or this other guy, but a library salesperson.
I dealt with him one time in the past and wasn't horribly offended, so I thought when I got a phonecall from his office and I had a few hours to spare--I'd take the time and peruse some books he was trying to sell.

Unfortunately for him--trying is the key word.
He may have sold me a boatload, but as the library chit-chat turned into him asking me about my personal life (I kinda am an open book) turned into his dating life and his long distance girlfriend...all the way to his being on Match and if I was ever on Match.com and what did I think of it?

(umm..no and I work in a library..match to me is on the computers all day long by people who don't seem to want to actually meet people.  Now I know this isn't always true.  I've known people it worked for, whether dating or marriage--but I'm pretty negatory on this)

Then went so far as to say I've probably gotta beat off the boys...

(umm..no.  1st I have a big strong BF who would surely beat them off first:)) and REALLY? DID I JUST HEAR THAT? Do you not see I am trying to do my job and look at books to buy?  Really???)

He asked if I went out (because I don't often and again--I have a BF) where would I go?  I should've said, "Nowhere close to you."  I said I don't.  My BF and I do more family parties.

I continued to talk about my boyfriend and realized by the end of the booklooking--how he didn't let down.   And really--if I were someone different--he could have some problems to deal with.  I am all about connecting and learning about people, which I'm sure is why he felt comfortable enough to open up about his life--but when it infringes into my professional life, that is a problem. 
Or at least for him.

Sadly, I won't be buying thousands of dollars of books from him.
Not even a dollar.
And really yes I should have said from the first personal question that I don't want to talk about it, but I thought he'd pick up on my ignoring and my vagueness--but I guess some people don't see the obvious.  I just like connecting with people, but sometimes you have to let the dots-to-dots not make any pictures--just random images.

Friday, September 17, 2010

Job or job?

Job Less America

was what I thought I read
bumper sticker on the mini-jeep
backyard street

When in reality it said

God Bless America

and I started thinking about words

God vs. Job
Dog vs. God
But no one thinks of
Job vs. Boj

words within words
meaning
how it must be to have created Facebook
without so much the money
but to think language has changed
because of you
what you create
energy stored for the world

I will Facebook you
I will Google you

No one says:
I will AOL you
Yahoo you..

and what if Job Less America is really
God Bless America
in the opposite Jerry Seinfeld world

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

tomato balls

years ago
this picture made tammie laugh
she said
it looks like you're holding someones balls
in your hand
and we laughed

now i see sunburnt madness
ready to go

Wednesday, September 01, 2010

PUMPKIN SHORTAGE

"You can't find a can of pumpkin in the country,"  the manager grocery-man explained to the older woman.

She was at the check-out across from mine and that sentence caught my attention.  My cashier girl was busy scanning and bagging, and when I laughed at the idea of no canned pumpkin she just smiled at me.

Manager-man went on telling her she wouldn't find a can in the area and wasn't sure when they were going to get any in...and I stood there thinking it had to be a joke.

No canned pumpkin?
Insane in the membrane.
And also--who wants to make pumpkin pie when it's 95 degrees right now?  Well--older people do.  And maybe those who love pumpkin pie for breakfast, yummmmm....

But then I thought, really who says those kind of things unless there's a bit of truth behind them.  So I went to play librarian and googled pumpkin shortage...and
low and behold--there's some truth behind it.




Craziness!
What about Halloween?
What about Thanksgiving?

And then I started considering our farming.  Our American farming.  According to The Washington Post, in central Illinois their farming pumpkinlands make for 95% of the US's canned pumpkins--and then when you read on further you see that Libby's which is affiliated with Nestle is responsible for 87% of pumpkin sales from Sept. to Dec. 
Ok.....
that's alot of math and I generally suck at statistics, but I definitely see that the average farmer isn't in the loop on pumpkin sales.  I find that hard to comprehend, having pumpkin farms in my hometown area--but after watching the movie
Food, Inc. I believe it.  And if you haven't seen it--I recommend it.

So really to save Halloween and Thanksgiving I say we all start growing and canning our own pumpkin -- sharing it with each other:)..especially the old people.



"Happiness is only real when shared".....from Into the Wild
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