What exactly is Game Fest? Well, at my library…it’s a monthly program I try to hold that teens, preteens and kids at heart can play the gaming systems that my library owns. Summer is a little different, we have Game Fest once a week to keep the kids busy and to expend some of their energy. Continue reading
I’ve always felt a little off living in the U.S. and never could quite understand what I was missing. I never liked the same type of music everyone else did. Sure, there were some things I liked that were the same. Mostly the popular stuff, but I would dig deeper and find unique and interesting things that weren’t “normal” to the part of the country that I was living in.
I ate differently. People would always talk about all these restaurants. I hadn’t been to any of them! I didn’t even know there were that many around! My mom cooked every day of the week except for Friday, leftover night. And Saturday, take out night (which was usually fast food). Occasionally we went out to eat at a sit down restaurant on Sundays if someone had a birthday or if we had visitors, but that was it. I didn’t know there were 10 different types of chicken places to try. And when someone tried to take me to a “German” restaurant and I didn’t like any of the food. They would be so mad. Why didn’t I like the food? It was the stuff I always talked about. And I would think…this stuff isn’t German. This stuff is crap!
My friends loved my mom. Any time they stayed over they would leave with more than what they came with. My mom would always have “goodies” in the house. Too much for us to eat. She still does. Anytime I talk about friends and their families she still gives stuff for me to give to their kids. Gummies, treats, apples it really didn’t matter. Whatever she could find to give to them to take home.
This trait really struck me the other day. I never noticed, but I do this now with people. I don’t necessarily give people goodie bags when they come over, but I make sure people have things. I take care of them. I want to make sure they are fed. I used to think this was strange, but I really just think this is something that all German’s do to people that they care about. It’s how they show that they care. German’s are known for not showing much emotion. Lord knows that the most emotion I got growing up was yelled at. (Sorry, mom!) But I never went without. My friends never went without. Nor my neighbors.
I know growing up, I picked this up. And I know for damn sure that people have used me for it, too. There was a time I would get SOOOO angry when I didn’t see it until it was too late. But now…I don’t know. I just think, I would rather be the kind of person that gives and cares about people then doesn’t. If that shows too much of my “German-side” who cares. I would rather be too kind than too mean or too shallow or too…whatever. It’s taken me a few years to figure that out, but I’m glad that I did.
For most of my life I have always had any sort of music device on me. Whether it was a tiny Barbie boom box, over-sized headphones, a real boom box, sitting in front of the stereo playing vinyls with my dad, tape player, Walkman, iPod, car stereo, computer..you name it. I have to have my music. I even played the alto, bass and tenor saxophone in school. Until recently I forgot about my love of music. Where did my music go? Continue reading
Today was my first day as a librarian. True, I’ve worked at the library for almost 11 years now…9 years at this library in particular. But it’s different when you go from being a circulation clerk to Librarian. After 2 1/2 years with my Master’s of Library Science, I got the job! After many years of being told that this of that was holding me back. I got the job. After being told that I would have to go outside of the state to get a librarian job, because no one in this state would hire me. I got the job.
I GOT THE JOB!!
I’ve had a lot of ups and downs getting here. And I’m sure I’ll have even more on my journey. But what I will not do is give up. Because I have learned that my persistence wins!
My first day today, I got a little girl not even 6 years old to color me a coloring sheet. Just for me. I kept it. It’s on my desk at work. Is it perfect? No. But I told her it was awesome and we fist bumped (and blew it up). Right now…I’m fist bumping life! And like that coloring sheet, I’m not perfect and I don’t want to be!
I’m excited about this new journey in my life. Hoping to blog more. Books, library life, PCOS and more. Here’s to persistence, not being perfect and having fun doing it.
Author: David Wiesner
Illustrator: David Wiesner
Publisher: Clarion Books
Published Date: 1991
David Wiesner received the 1991 Caldecott Medal for Tuesday. In the years that followed, he went on to receive two more Caldecotts, and Tuesday went on to sell half a million copies in the United States and to be published in a dozen foreign countries. Now, with remarkable advances in the technology of color reproduction, the original artwork for Tuesday is being reproduced anew, for an edition even more faithful to the palette and texture of David Wiesner’s watercolor paintings. The whimsical account of a Tuesday when frogs were airborne on their lily pads will continue to enchant readers of all ages. Continue reading
Author: Paul O. Zelinsky
Illustrator: Paul O. Zelinsky
Publisher: HMH Books
Published Date: 1986
David Wiesner received the 1991 Caldecott Medal for Tuesday. In the years that followed, he went on to receive two more Caldecotts, and Tuesday went on to sell half a million copies in the United States and to be published in a dozen foreign countries. Now, with remarkable advances in the technology of color reproduction, the original artwork for Tuesday is being reproduced anew, for an edition even more faithful to the palette and texture of David Wiesner’s watercolor paintings. The whimsical account of a Tuesday when frogs were airborne on their lily pads will continue to enchant readers of all ages.
Fairy Tales. Who doesn’t like a fairy tale that doesn’t have a happy ending? And one where you don’t have to give up your child in the process. BUT…a child was given up. The Miller gave up his daughter in the beginning. This stupid miller wanted to impress the King and basically sets his daughter to get killed if she can’t spin straw into gold. What kind of father does that to their child? No wonder this poor girl gives anything to stay alive. But to give a first born? And to marry the man who threatens to kill you? Yeah, I don’t know about all that. Feminism and all that has been around too long for me to be okay with that. I would have bargained for my freedom before I would have married a man, even if he were the King, that kept threatening to kill me. I just don’t see the appeal in all of it.
Title: Chato’s Kitchen
Author: Gary Soto
Illustrator: Susan Guevara
Publisher: Puffin Books
Published Date: September 22, 1997
Chato can’t believe his luck. Not only is he the coolest low-riding cat in East L.A., but his brand-new neighbors are the plumpest, juciest, tastiest-looking family of mice to move into the barrio in a long time. So Chato and his best friend, Novio Boy, get out the pots and pans, the tortillas and the beans–everything you’d need for a welcoming feast, except for the main dish, and the guests of honor. Of course, in Chato’s mind they are one and the same thing.
But the mice are bringing a surprise guest of their own, who may be more than a cool cat can swallow.
Chato thinks he is slick. He sees the new mouse family move in next door and thinks, “Dinner!” But he is mistaken! He cooks up a scheme to invite to the mouse family over for dinner. But wait! They have a dinner guest too! And he’s a dog! So much for the mouse dinner!
What I really liked about this was the description of the actual cooking of all the food. Plus, I don’t think the cat was actually going to eat the mice. Why would he have made all that food? To fatten them up? They were already fat. Who knows?