Librarian Female Archetype and the Boy Catalog

Some lovely somebody found my blog through searching the words "Librarian Female Archetype." Now. I'm curious as to what the "librarian archetype" would be?
Tight ass bun on the back of woman's head? High ruffled collar buttoned up to throat? Pencil skirt with sensible black loafers?
*shuddering*
Screw. That.
I'm a Librarian Female. *grins* And never a bun has touched the back of my head. I don't like things on my throat. And I've never worn a damn pencil skirt in my life.
I am, in fact, wearing my black bondage sandals. LOL
The answer to your unasked question is...NO. I'm not into that lifestyle. But that's what my black shiny strappy shoes remind me of. (Guess we all know what I think about a majority of the time.) And during the warmer months I go sleeveless where one of my tattoos shows. ALL of the customers love it. I've received compliments from kids up to the elderly.
Librarian archetype?
heh
Bite me.

Now for the boy catalog. It seems to me with all the hormonal teenage girls running around in my home that I should have SOME say as to who they will eventually procreate with. I'm just saying. :)~~
There's a certain boy who I think would make great son-in-law material. *whistling*
He's smart. Noticed I did something with my hair. And likes Middle Chicken. He's obviously three for three.
I suppose I'll bide my time on this one. MC seems to become highly perturbed when I don't refer to this boy by name but simply..."my future son-in-law."
lmao
Grins*

Middle Chicken's Perspective

I remember when we decided to move out into the country. Most of us were excited. Not Middle Chicken.
We arrive at the house and everyone scatters to explore. MC makes a circuit. She starts in the kitchen. Loops through all the bedrooms. This happens about seven times. Finally I stop her.
"What's wrong?"
MC: "Where's the phone?"
"There is no phone."
"WHAT? How am I supposed to call my friends???"
Needless to say, she was disgusted with the whole idea.
Fast forward a bit.
We were watching Dateline NBC or 20/20 or hell...ONE of those news shows. And they were talking about Amish kids.
MC and BC don't have a clue about the Amish. So I proceed to let them know that it's a very old-fashioned existence. They don't have electricity. They don't have music players. They ride in buggies.
MC looks at me very plainly disturbed and says, "Yeah. And they're DYING inside."
I had to laugh.
Must've sounded like the third level of hell to her.
She's always popping off something very clever and snarky. I'll take credit for some of that. But every once in awhile, she'll say something so hilarious, I fear that I will wet my pants.
Case in point: MC and BC were in the living room talking. Just chit-chatting. NOT fighting, thank God. Because that's the norm.
And out of the blue, MC looks at BC and says, "Your hair looks like the Mayor of Whoville."
O
M
G
This STILL cracks me up.
Never a dull moment, let me tell ya.
Grins*

Pictures of the chickens

Caught this double rainbow after another gully washer. *grins* Okie slang for heavy rains.

Thought I'd share.

Middle Chicken-Reluctant, yet smiling

Baby chicken-posing. Of course. *laughing*

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Oldest Chicken-Queen of the Rock

Oldest, Middle, and Baby Chicken at the lake.

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It was a lovely weekend.

Grins*

Diverse Reading

I work around books. Yes, it IS Heaven on earth. *grins*
So my chickies are exposed to all sorts of literature. But they all have very different reading tastes.

I love romance. Um...obviously. lmao
But I also like to dip into Teen Fiction occasionally. Clive Barker. Stephen King. And I enjoy classics such as Little Women and Our Town.

Baby Chicken likes to read A Man Called Dave. She read the hell out of Junie B. Jones several years back. And she's at that in-between age of not quite juvenile fiction, not quite teen fiction. And she's so picky. Not that I blame her. Why read it if you can't enjoy it?

Middle Chicken used to read Captain Underpants. She owns all of them. You have to have a particular type of humor to enjoy these um...interesting books. LOL
Now, she's discovered Gossip Girl Books and It Girl Books. *eye roll* They SO don't tell you about this in the Mama manual. Now she has dreams and aspirations of going to New York.
*gasp* *wheeze*
She's killing me.
Oh! And a series of books about an English teenage girl. It has SNOGGING in the title. *sigh*
Thanks so much, J.K.Rowling. HA!

Oldest Chicken will read anything that has to do with High School Musical. *sigh* Yeah. That includes the Honeycomb Cereal box. Sheesh. Who knew? But she also devoured all the Harry Potter books. And literature with a magical bent captures her attention.

We've come a long way from Hop on Pop, Put Me in the Zoo, and Green Eggs and Ham.
And I'm sure there are lots more books to discover on the way. Worlds to explore. Laughter to share.
It's one of the greatest gifts I can give my children.
Now.
If only I can keep Middle Chicken in Oklahoma.
Grins*

Friends, Football, and Fall Break

I don't make friends easily simply because I don't deeply trust a lot of people. But this weekend, I lost one. She didn't pass. She's not harmed in any way. But she moved clear across the U.S. And though I'm sure she's happy, I'm going to miss her.

Sometimes I'll catch a glimpse of high school friends at my work. And we play catch-up for a few, but it's not the same. I only get little pieces of their lives now.

Went to a friend's birthday party for her son Saturday. And as I looked at her family in her house, I couldn't help but think: I know you're daughter/sister/aunt better than you do. Because for some unknown reason, we share things with each other that family just isn't privvy to. And it's nice.

I lost two best friends this last year. Through their choice and choices they made. They still haven't come to grips with that yet, but I have. And it's really too bad. You know...the kind of friends that I would gladly donate a kidney to. But no more.

So. To my faraway friend: Andrea...be happy. I miss ya.
To my coworker friends: Candace and Christine...thanks for listening
To my high school friends: Katie, Christi, and Jana...what are we waiting for? Our twentieth reunion???
And to the two I lost: It's too bad. I really WOULD have given you a kidney. Or any other organ of your choice if you had treated me decently to begin with.

And to my best friend now: I love you dearly, sugar. You are a bright light in every day, and I thank all that is good that I have you.

Saturday was also Middle Chicken's birthday. She got some new-fangled MP3 thing that pretty much does everything but her homework. *grins* Needless to say, it was stuck in her ears the entire weekend. *laughing* Didn't bother me a bit. So I'm down to one more birthday this month. And then I can breathe a bit easier until Christmas. *sigh* I love/loathe this time of year.
Went roller skating Friday with the chickens. I took off work, and they were on Fall Break. I was, of course, the oldest chickie on skates. *shrug* Such as it is. Only about a dozen people there. And oh yes...I DID embarrass the short people. I was dancing/skating, and if children could die of mortification...I would be sans chickens. *snickering*
Ever try to do the "cyclone" on skates? lmao
Oh
Yeah

I wrote a bit Sunday on Wind Goddess, but I ended up gravitating toward another Paranormal work. *shrug* Didn't get as much done as I wanted, but there was progress made. And then I watched oldest and baby chicken play football against each other. OMG. It was too damn cute. Middle chicken, of course, had her ears plugged up with birthday present. *grins*

Hope your weekend was a good one. It's icky here right now. Cold, windy, and downright nasty. Those two weeks of fall were lovely. *eye roll*
Grins*

Chicken Update

Here's the news:

Oldest Chicken tried out for a play Tuesday. And guess what? She got a part!!! *dancing* I'm sooooooooooooooo proud. Of course, she's a little ham anyway. So should be just wonderful. And if I understood her correctly...the title is "Snow White in the Seventies."
Take a moment amongst yourselves and discuss the obvious ramifications. lmao

Middle Chicken is now scandalized. That would be because I, the Mama, talked about her getting her first boyfriend. Well, apparently, for the first time ever to MY knowledge, the little heifer accessed this blog. Apparently her scream of embarrassment could be heard from miles around. *snickering* It was enough to have classmates running, and she pushing the "X" button with all her might. rofl

Baby Chicken has been a bit difficult of late. It's neither cute nor pleasant when one's eleven year-old daughter channels her snarky thirty-five year-old mother.
Just saying.

That's about it for the little heathens. They've been good for the most part.

I had a lovely, busy day today. McSis had vacation and took Mom and I to Tulsa to visit Incredible Pizza. There was mini golf (got my ass whooped) and bowling (another ass whuppin') and air hockey (do you see where this is going???).
However, there was a small bit of redemption in bowling when I bowled two strikes in the final frame. *pumping fist in air and singing "We are the Champions"*
So. There you have it.
Grins*

The Sex Talk

I've done been over the birds and the bees with the oldest. I had planned to talk to my middle one this last summer. But she persisted in making herself scarce at every opportune moment.
Last night, it was her turn to sleep with me, and I casually rolled over and said:
Me: So. When are we going to have our little talk?
MC: *doesn't even PRETEND ignorance* Don't want to.
Me: You know that we were supposed to talk about it this last summer. You missed yours.
MC: I know. And I appreciate that.
*silence*
Me: Do you think your friends are going to fill you in?
MC: NO!
Me: You think that information is just going to filter through the air and into your brain?
MC: No.
Me: Who's going to tell you?
MC: Nature.
Me: *not knowing whether to laugh or curse*
*silence*
Me: We are going to have that talk. Being informed is the best thing.
*MC rolling over and facing her ass toward me*
Me: Um...are we done?
MC: Yes.
Me: Are you ignoring me?
MC: Yes.
Me: Goodnight, sugar.
MC: Night, Mom.
*silence*
Me: And yes. We ARE going to have that talk.

Grins*