A few weeks ago, when I blogged about the joys of moving and how much I dread getting rid of things, I casually mentioned that I happen to love purses. Well, the truth eventually came out. I don’t just love purses; I am admittedly obsessed with them.
After last count (even after the purging I’ve done for the move), I have close to fifty. To me, this seems like a reasonable number. Others, however, respond with disbelief.
We all know that The Hunger Games was an enormous success, both in print and on film. But as the hold list now exceeds 1000+ , chances are high that you’re going to need something to read while you wait on your copy. Thankfully, here at the Platte City Branch, we’ve come up with a few options that will appeal to those who can’t get enough of Katniss.
Have you ever started a project and thought, "Oh this will be a breeze! Just a little this, a little that, and Voila!” But in reality, it takes twice as long, or three times, or four times, or in my case, six months longer than planned?
It so happens, I started one of these projects almost a year ago. And it began simply enough – as these things so often do --when I walked into a fantastic fixer upper home with my family. Our realtor asked me "Are you sure you want a house you have to put work into and not one that you can just move right in?"
Lots of you may have read a great book called Dewey: the Small-Town Library Cat Who Touched the World. Here at Platte City, we have our own little version of Dewey…his name is Bookley, the fish. Bookley is a beta fish who has lived at the Library for several months now. Let me tell you, he’s really got a great thing going.
Two years ago, my husband and I packed up a U-HAUL and drove 500 miles to Kansas City from Indiana for his new job. Now, we are downsizing from a 1500 square foot apartment with three walk-in closets to a place with 2 closets and only 1100 square feet.
This may not seem like a big loss to most people, but just let me say that I like clothes. I really like shoes. And, I LOVE purses. I have a single closet dedicated just for my collection.
It was time. Time to tackle possibly the worst job of spring time. Time to tackle my…pampas grass.
The housing developer had helpfully planted three clumps of pampas grass in my yard, which was a generous overture to be sure. Still it wasn’t long before they became banes of my existence, shedding huge spears of rough-edged leaves all over the neighborhood. Thus began my three-year mission to boldly go where no one had gone before and remove the offending weeds once and for all.
Do you find that you spend a lot of your time cruising on Twitter or Facebook and can’t wait for that next update from your best friend? Or maybe, you find that social networking in general is too intimidating, and you avoid it at all costs.
