Butterfly's Flutter-bys

The random thoughts that flutter through my mind...

Why?

Why?  That's what I want to know.  Why?

Why would someone want to kill himself?

Why would he leave his son like that?

Why didn't he talk to any of us?  He had to know we cared.

Why?  One more question that will never be answered.

 

Good-bye, Dave.  I'm going to miss you.  I love you.

 

 

Posted by: ButterflyLane at 09:58 | link | comments (2) |

Check this out:

  Lishy and I playing with our poi again.

Posted by: ButterflyLane at 12:09 | link | comments (2) |

This one's for InMyLife.

Strange things that go on in my library.

Insanity #1

Well, lets see... yesterday I had a student come up to me carrying a stack of papers.  "I'm going to go look for these books- I want to see if I can find them by myself."  I applaud the sentiment, and tell her I'll be at the desk if she needs help.  About fifteen minutes later, she comes back.  "I couldn't find any of them, can you help me?  This one says it's online, but I don't want to print it out because it's 175 pages, so I was hoping you had a paper copy."

*Blink.  Blink.*  "Ah, let me see if it's available in hard copy."  *Typing ensues.*  "This one says that it is a government document.  It's only available online.  You can read it online, and print out just the parts that you need."

"Well, I wanted to work on it from home.  How do I do that?"

"Do you have internet access at home?"

"Yes.  That's where I printed these."  *By this point my head is spinning.*

"Well, this is a government document, so you don't have to be on campus to view it.  It's available to everyone.  Just go back to the website and you can read it from there."

"Oh.  Well, I got all of these from the same site, so I guess I'll just go home and read them."

Insanity #2

And then there is the student who has been here as long as I have, and who has been pregnant at least twice since I've met her.  She has the kid, goes back to classes, and brings the baby with her to the library, where it proceeds to wail mercilessly and annoy everyone else.

The first time that I felt an overwhelming urge to beat her was the day that she brought her tiny baby (kid number three, I might add) along to the library so that she could study.  Now, I understand how difficult it is to study with a baby, I really do, but this kid just kept crying louder and louder.

She finally took him out of the carseat after about fifteen minutes of shrieking, and the poor little thing had pooped clear up his back and all over his carseat.  She took him to the bathroom and changed him, but she put the nasty sleeper back on him and stuck him back in the carseat while she finished her paper.

We had just about decided to call Child Protective Services on her when she finally left.  The thing that really bothered me was that we offered to hold him for her (both before and after the poop incident) and she refused.  Apparently she would rather let him cry than let one of us hold him.

She's had another one since then.  She brings him along to the library too, but she usually leaves when he starts crying.  I think someone may have had a word with her about it.

I'll post some more when I think of good ones.  Right now I'm a little brain-dead.

Posted by: ButterflyLane at 09:56 | link | comments (1) | library madness

It's nice to be needed.

I walked in the library today, and my boss said, "I'm so glad you're here."  Okay, so he was really just glad because he had a class to teach, the Poptart is out sick, and everyone else is either working later or not scheduled today, but it's still nice to hear. 

Lishy and I were up late last night.  I went over to her place after I put the kids to bed, which was around 9.  We knit for a little while, and then went outside so she could show me her new trick with the poi.  (Very cool, by the way.)  We kept trying to figure out the corkscrew, and finally gave up and went inside to watch a video from homeofpoi.com.  Then we decided to make a flying trip to Wal-mart for hairdye.  I now have purple chunks and she has coppery orange ones.  While the dye was setting, we played around with the poi some more and eventually managed to figure out the corkscrew and some other nifty tricks that I don't know the names of.  Also had lots of 'Stop it, Stupid' moments when the poi whacked us in the back of the head (along with multiple other body parts).  Will post video once we get around to taking some. 

Uh... lets see... yeah, thats about it as far as my life goes.  Oh, last night I asked the kids what they wanted to be for Halloween this year.  George said he wants to be a king, "so can you make me a cape and a crown and king pants?" and Ethel wants to be a pumpkin.  Yes, I said a pumpkin.  I'm really hoping she changes her mind, because I do not want to sew a pumpkin suit, even though it would be relatively easy.  I still don't know what I want to be- I told Lishy I should be a goth soccer mom.  I have the clothes, the nail polish, and now the funky hair- but how do I get the soccer mom part in there without dragging the kids around all day? 

Some days I feel like that's what I am- a goth soccer mom.  Yesterday I was wearing a black shirt, my 'fuck the world boots' (combat boots with three inch heels) and black nail polish.  Today I'm in all black- cargo pants, shirt and shoes.  I just need the black lipstick and some darker eyeliner and I'm set.  But even at the same time that I'm all goth-y, I'm still the mom who volunteers to go to all of the field trips, help out at parties, run the Brownie troop... I wonder if I'm schizophrenic.  Wouldn't surprise me.

Eh.  Oh, and I got fat again.  I'm up to 166 lbs.  I have got to start exercising, because I sure as hell can't seem to stop eating.

Posted by: ButterflyLane at 10:10 | link | comments (1) |

What the boy and his dad do when they're alone.

They make stuff like this.  Apparently this was all the boy's idea.  Prepare to be amused. 

(Okay, I've had a couple of people who didn't get it- the car comes alive and chases the kid.  Hey, it was written and directed by a five-year-old.)

 

Posted by: ButterflyLane at 09:27 | link | comments (1) | kid stuff