And then?

Yes, she moved to Virginia in August for a teaching job!

The next chapter is for another day....

Good News

I passed my second Praxis II exam!
With flying colors!

Woohoo!!!!

Virginia, here I come, yo!

Pre Long time, no see?

So, this will probably one of the last blogs I'll post any time soon, since my schedule is about to pick up pace mucho quickly.

I just wanted to point out 2 things:

-The worship band played some more U2 today at church, which is always super-fly.
-I bought squeezy strawberry jelly yesterday. Yes, it is THAT much cooler.

Okay, I'll cave and actually lamely chant, "Go Panthers." (Notice the lack of exclaimation point.)

Ciao!

Finally...

I got my hair cut!

Woohoooo!

It's about time. Now, I, of course, don't have a digital camera because I am rather behind the times. So, I can't exactly model the new 'do, but I think it pretty much looks exactly the same as it did, oh, a year ago. And, wouldn't you know, all of my pictures from back then look totally heinous to me now. Strange how that is. I guess I'm just better in the flesh, no?

While I'm here, let me make a PSA: people, wear sunscreen!
Thank you.

Anyway, I am stoked because next Saturday I begin my teaching certification program! That's what the haircut was really for-- I'm supposed to look more mature with less Amazonian hair. I have to disagree and admit that I look 17 again. I suppose that I'll have to force some crows' feet to develop and dye my hair even grayer (greyer?) to look my age.

Ah, something totally off the topics of hair and school: I finally watched the movie "The Life of David Gale". Holy guacamole, was that an intriguing flick. I was already rather anti-capital punishment; now even more staunchly opposed to it is Kerry. I'm a big fan of justice, sure, but tempered with heavy doses o' mercy. I actually came across website that set up penpals for prison inmates. As I read and reflected on the hopelessness and desperation of these incarcerated peeps, I wept. Watching the show "Prison Break" has also somewhat tempered my view of prisoners. The idea that anyone could be imprisoned unjustly... ack, I hate even contemplating it. Part of me balks at obtaining a penpal, due to the potential risks my fertile imagination can conjure. But perhaps that's something I'll do in the future, to spread a little bit of hope in the darkness.

Maybe it's time to watch that episode of Oprah I accidentally taped... I'd watch "24", but I've missed every season except for the first. Granted, I was addicted to the first season, but going abroad right before the second kind of nixed the continuity factor, eh.

Anyway... gotta jet.

Dark side of the Moon Unit Zappa

Must... go... read...
but I really want to post, first.

Where to start? Well, last nite, I was driving home from another totally fly Bible study down in ye olde South Carolina, listening to some Warrant and Deep Purple, dreaming of hair band days, when I chanced to look up. And holy, moly! No, I didn't see the throne of God with Jesus to his right and Lazurus nestled in Abraham's bosom. I saw one ginourmous moon. And my, what a lovely drive it was. I have to admit, it's delightful to live in a metro area that is so close to the uptown of a city, yet still has tons o'trees (though continously felled by developers). Ack, another idyllic instance of Wanting to Stay in Charlotte. I'm sure it will wear off soon enough. Anyway, when I was on this mystical journey, I realized with horror that I had accidentally taped Oprah instead of the newest episode of Lost! That was a crushing blow, I assure you, gentle readers, even with a second Warrant song to cheer me. I do dig Oprah, so that wasn't too terrible.

Ack, and now bin Laden wants to blow up more Americans. Sigh.

At last!

I've been wanting to expand on my library stories, because, frankly, my last post was a bit lame. I know I have some taller tales in my noggin, especially about the actual crazy people who come in frequently. Okay, that's not the most PC term-- I should say 'mentally ill', no? That will perhaps be my next project. Or I could rant about that punk Johnny Damon. There's always fodder, if I can just remember it....

Alright, I've put it off long enough, it's time to turn on the Vanilla Ice, which, awesomely enough, I really do have on mp3!

Grrrrr....

Kerry after only 5 hours of sleep.

Why come I can't post a nice, normal picture of me breaking it down at a wedding, but Lou makes it up just fine?!

Li-berry Stories

Hmm... well, gentle readers, one of you suggested that I lay down my baby-touting rattle-pen and actually type something about ye olde jobbe. I always seem to have zany goings-on at my place o'employment, but can never really recall them when I'm put on the spot. It's a bit like living in the Addams Family-- the oddness becomes second nature after a few years.

The library is, of course, an institution generally open to the public, unless you are one of those lovely patrons who:

1. exposes himself to library staff in the Biography section,

2. looks at porn/commits check fraud with the scanner in the computer lab, or

3. beats on the front doors with a 3-foot/~1-meter tree branch at 7 a.m.


Thankfully, I've never experienced any of the aforementioned "quirks" displayed by our patrons/torturers. I've merely discovered the After picture in a demonstration of explosive diarrhea and its reaches in your average, industrial WC. Oh, and there was that time that the local off-duty cop we employed almost pepper-sprayed a kid because he tried to elbow Mr. Ossifer in the chops. Foolish kid, no? But some of the most amusing events simply involve smug observation.

Case in point-- the security gates "guarding" the entrance to the library. It would be simply amazing if they were working, because perhaps then we staffmembers could prevent the wanton shoplifting of the Manga book of the week by the high schoolers from across the street. You've seen devices like these in other buildings, I'm sure... they consist of upright sensors made to detect the presence of a book's security sticker-thingie. Ours come with a metal arm that keeps count of people abusing our branch when pushed aside. Conveniently, this arm is also at hip to stomach-height, causing all who enter or exit backwards to either cause potential damage to sensitive areas (can I write that?!) or have the wind knocked out of them/get clotheslined if traveling at high speeds. Call me petty/cruel, but it's fun to snicker at high-falutin' kids trying to pull off a Vanilla Ice look suddenly get whiplash and speak in a falsetto in front of their crush of the day.

Speaking of Vanilla Ice, here I am with my friend Kristen dancing to "Ice, Ice Baby" at her wedding.

Oh, my! It's 2 a.m., and I must get myself to the Land of Nod. Tally-ho. And I can't get the picture to load correctly. What gives? Blogspot only gets pix right about 0.56% of the time. Sheesh.

The Visitation

Holy moly, it only took 6 months to finally meet my nephew, Jeremiah. He's one handsome kid, no? It's crazy how a baby can make your everyday crap just melt away. I don't ever think I've felt so strongly how important the famdamily is. Wowzers.