Ssssh, it’s the library

Hey my grrrs!  The below article was inspired by Sight11’s post

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Ssshhh, it’s the library!

Okay, so I just realized…wait, not “just” (it’s been known for a while) I’m strange.

I like going to the library.

What’s so weird about that?  I don’t go to the library for the same reasons others do.  In fact, I have not been in some time.  When the kids were tiny, my husband and I would attempt to be good parents, take our kids to the library and check out some books…thinking VOILA, kids will instantly develop a passion for reading.  They will be super smart and we could eventually send themselves out on their own.


I think we’ve taken them a handful of times.  I never had the patience to understand the filing system…and just when I thought I had a grasp on it – in came computers and stuff to complicate.  If I need something in particular, and take time to try and find it, most of the time it’s not there.  Then, I  have to ask someone, and they indicate oh, sometimes it’s put in this section or that section.  Or someone moved it.  Or I’m completely in the wrong section entirely.  So, I don’t ever go with a mission to find a particular book.  Ever.  Although, I must say, the Orange County Libraries “online” system is way cool!

It was easy when the kids were little, here’s the children’s section – go to it – mommy is going to sit in this quiet corner.  Maybe draw with some crayons at this table.  I didn’t have time to read.  So, I used that library time as “quiet time.” – which lasted about 10 minutes because 1 child always needed you.

But as they got older, go explore, I’d say.  As that’s what I do.  I just roam about…going up and down aisles.  I love the bound spines of older books and I like to pull out random books, gaze at them, and put return them to the spot they were.  Sometimes, I find myself tidying up the shelf.  I enjoy the smell of the books.  No, I’m not that crazy going around and sniffing the books…well, maybe once (or twice.)   Just being there, makes me feel intelligent.  I figure as I enjoy the A/C, I will absorb knowledge by simply walking by and touching objects.  Just as I might consider checking out a book or two…

…the kids, attempting to be quiet, do a STAGE WHISPER across the entire sections of the library.  If you’ve taken any theater classes, the first thing they teach is the stage whisper – whispering, but loud enough for the audience to  hear from the stage.  So – it’s loud.  And because it’s a whisper, it catches other people’s attention.

“MOM…HE WON’T LEAVE ME ALONE.” – (sssh) then I find myself gesturing frantically (from the other side of the library) at my son, to move away from his sister.  I get a strange look from a man near me, trying to interpret my mime because I almost smacked him in the process of me silently scolding my son.  (sorry, dude)


Now, I have to go over and tell him to SHUT IT – and then try to assist him. (and now the librarian is frowning at us)  When I finally return back to my exploring, the kids are done and either I just leave or I grab 6 books, because I didn’t  have time to make up my mind about what I might want to read…if I find the time.  It can’t be anything requiring much thought.  Just some guilty pleasure.

Then, I forget to return the darn things.  I might have read or started one…and then It’s back they go.  Because I know this about me…most of the time, I just aimlessly walk around the library touching and smelling.

Besides, I’m a blogger…I’d much rather be writing then reading.  Although, I have been known to “power read” through a book if I like it.  It just doesn’t happen that often.


Hurricane Meow

This is how we roll in my household.

It’s a lazy Sunday morning.  I had just finished my post for the Daily Prompt and went into the kitchen for a cup of coffee, and my daughter (the subject of Bed Head – today’s Savage prompt) – still has her hair unbrushed, still in her pjs, rolled in a blanket and flopped on couch…controlling the living room television.

Normally, the t.v. has on those tween Disney Shows, or an annoying you Tube couple playing a video game.  (the girl’s voice is very annoying – maybe because she sounds like me… to which I always yell, “turn it down!”)

BUT TODAY…was something completely different.  My 11-year-old announced she was watching the Top 10 Worst Hurricanes.  And I was one of them!

“You’re watching the weather Channel?”

“Yes!  And you killed 6 cats…and one was a baby!” (her voice turned accusing and whined when she said baby)

Never mind any people, you pet killer!  At that point in time, I wanted to point out, that hurricane was Sandy, with a “Y” and NOT Sandi, with an “I” (feeling like I was in grade school again, correcting the teacher)  Instead,  I inquired what number Hurricane Sandy fell in on the Top 10.  At this point, my husband comes strolling over with his coffee…

“You were #8.”

“Well, at least it wasn’t the worst.”

“Yeah, but you killed all those people’s cats.”

And just like that, regardless of “Y” or “I” – mistaken identity-  I’m a cat killer

“Gosh mom…oh, it’s because you’re allergic” (all understanding now)

Time to just give in…I guess when I blew my nose, it wiped out the little meow’ers.   So NOT my fault.  I’m going to return to my room now, and drink my coffee in peace.

Icky Vicky

Today’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt is the word ICK

# SoCS

The SoCS challenge means writing with no editing, (typos can be fixed) and minimal planning on what you’re going to write.

I laughed because I immediately thought of Icky Vicky.  My cousin and his wife had a daughter, and she was playing with my brother.  We have no idea what they got into, but they were filthy.  Their hands were disgusting and nearly a box of baby wipes was used to clean the sticky, icky stuff caked on their hands.  In frustration her mom cried:

“How did you get so icky, Vicky?”

And then laughed and said that was kinda funny, because it rhymed.

That was her nick-name as a toddler.  Of course, as she got older, we weren’t allowed to call her that…but whenever I hear or see this word, that’s immediately what I think of.



Kinda like Scooby Snacks, but the human version.  We were huge Scooby-Doo fans, so when we had children, this was our version of that phrase…long before a product was produced on the market shelves.

I laughed when today’s Daily Prompt was revealed, as my life revolves around this word.  Not me, personally, but anyone who has children.  Their mental-well-being depends on them having a big bag of snacks available at all times! (and those that grocery shop as the other parent’s child is crying…depend on you and that word too)

That whole “shopping” while someone has a screeching child…I don’t understand some parents’ mentality.  Typically, that child is between 1-3 years old.  Why do you continue to shop?  How can you even think?  I would end up with a basket full of strange things. (oh, cow tongue, uh gizzards, um weird-looking puffy-cheeto type thing – dinner – done – let’s get outta here)

Everyone in the entire store is covering their ears because you have taken a child that doesn’t want to be there or clearly needs  sustenance.

When my children were young…I knew I had 30 minutes tops to shop, and I always had a plethora of snacky-snacks wherever we went!  How can you expect to walk up and down aisles, where your baby can see all these items, and not get frustrated because you aren’t offering them something?  The shelf in your house vs. the shelf at the grocery store, doesn’t have an impact on a 1 year old’s mind.  They see food, and they are hungry.  And you are shopping during snack time.

Usually, to a toddler…everything can be made rosey again, by producing a snack.  They roll it around in their fingers.  They put it in their mouth and sometimes eat it or pull it back out (half dissolved) to show to the next shopper.  In fact, Gerber makes these dissolving STARS that are awesome!

“Oh, that looks num-nummers!  Snacky-snack time!”

Then the child offers the gooey, slobbery, thing on their finger to that person.  (oh, no thank you, but you eat it- please, eat it!)

I’m telling you, we figured it out quickly as young parents.  DO ANYTHING to stop the child from screeching while shopping.  And food, typically, did the trick.  It kept them busy, and some items made it to their stomach so they weren’t hungry.  It kept them content…and thus, us happy, and other shoppers around us relieved for the quiet.  After we realized this, we always had a ton in our bag.  And we had this nifty gadget, with soft plastic opening.  A lid where the child could grab 1 item, without spilling the contents.  My son was, at first, afraid to put his hand in there…but once he saw me do it and pull out a yum-yum…oh, wait!  Gimme that.


My kids are now 13 and 11, and still love their snacks.  In fact, they want to eat all the pre-package items for a meal, because they are too lazy to make a sandwich or peel open a clementine.  Whoa!  Wait a minute, dude – those cost a lot – stop eating them all!  Make a sandwich!  (why, mom?  That requires effort…uh!)