Um. Yeah.

So because my amnio levels are so low that they're a risk to Lloyd'qwa I'm being admitted to the hospital and induced. I bargained for Christmas Eve and Christmas day and won only because her heartbeat was rock steady, but I was ordered to return not later than 9pm.

So the countdown stops at 2 days. I'm outta here!

If you're interested, you can follow me over here for a little while:

http://runningafterbaby.blogspot.com/


I'll be back in the library July 1

3 days

I cannot say it any clearer. "No we do not have any books on the forklift driver test."

Oh. Hey. It's 5:30 - and I'm outta here until next Wednesday when there are only two days left to this maddness. 'Night y'all! Merry Christmas!

4 working days.

• You have to worry when the NPD cop assigned to the library is wandering through talking to himself.
• I don't care how much older you are than me, turn your damn music down.
• OK. Let me try for a third time..."Do you want to check this out? Yes? OK. You have to take it downstairs to circulation."
• Don't call the reference desk and then tell me to hold because you don't have the info you need in front of you to ask your question. Especially you, Ceola...

5 working days

Bible Jackson's been in rambling as usual. It's beyond annoying. Babbling about Ezekiel, false gods and covenants and awkwardly flirting with N.

Now crazy Pam is in looking for a bibliography (it's biography - FOR F#@K's SAKE!!), on the band Heatwave.

Lena was in the stacks earlier belting out a show tune.

Everyone's got their two cents.

Sweetheart, I don't need you to tell me that you're hoping I'll "do the right thing now that its Christmastime." My baby has a father and not only do I know his name he's been my husband these last 10 years. Amazing, right? But thanks for your concern.

And only if the Jets start taking women will she be a linebacker... Thanks for the thought though.

You smell bad, I don't know you from Eve and you're standing in front of me picking your teeth with a paperclip. What part of "I'm not telling you my baby's name" do you not understand? And what part of "we're not sharing with anyone, family or otherwise" do you not understand?

Telling me you're going to browbeat me into telling you will really not accomplish anything more than getting my stubborn up. I have legions of people who will tell you that you'll get nothing from me when that happens.

Crazywoman spare that tree

I really want to stop fighting with you over paper, but seriously...you cost us a fortune. You steal handouts not meant for you. Swipe paper out of trashcans. We even caught you trying to steal it out of the photocopier. You're not fooling anyone when you come down asking for a bibliography (The word is BIOGRAPHY, for f*%k's sake!) on whatever famous person wormed their way into your scary brain today.

You're the reason why our scrap paper bins are actually empty - do you realize that. No, I don't think you do and don't bother me with your "I'm working on something very important," 'cuz I doubt you are. We never see any evidence of it. And what the hell do you do with all that paper? I never see you leave with it, so where do you put it?

Three Tuesday's left

Tuesday night observations:

Really? You need directions on how to plug in your laptop?

Wait. Let me get this straight...your question is "do we have a dictionary that goes from A to Z?" Um...Yeah...

I'm sorry, but it really is too early for there to be a book on the Fort Hood shootings. Yes, really.