I'm a WINNER!

I've never been more sure of it! Yep- it's true- I came in second in the big costume contest at work. There was actually some stiff competition and I was pretty worried- but I guess I was pretty inspiring- walking that carpet- looking like an idiot. I won NOT ONLY a 25 dollar gift certificate but also a Harry Potter mug with an owl on it- hoooot....said mug was filled with the requisite candy of course. SUWEET.
"i'm just effie from the trot- used to have a little- now i have a lot"

My Keys Got the Shaft

so i was hurriedly making my way to my office before the bell tolled 9 o'clock yesterday morning (i know- it's sad that i'm that ridiculously late every day pretty much) when my friend Catherine encountered some problems with a cart full of books on the elevator. I proceeded to help her by giving the cart a hefty shove. it was at that particular juncture that my keys (which were, indeed, perched precareously in the palm of my hand) took a dive for it. Catherine and I did that "Nooooooo" gasp thing and watched as they slipped poetically through the gap in the elevator door and went falling three floors down to the cavernous elevator shaft of death (thoughts of mcgiver- how would you spell that name? yeah- that one guy who did all those seemingly death-defying tricks with dental floss went through my head when i thought about how i might retrieve my keys if i had to do it on my own). at this point i went on what was to be a long trek to various offices (i think they did this on purpose) where i had to admit my idiotic mistake and tell the whole embarassing story. in short- 7 hours later the elevator repairman stopped the elevators and retrieved my rather nasty keys from the depths. and you thought the life of an archivist was boring- HA! as if!

A Big Dork in a Pond of Big Dorks

so last year i heard tell that the library has a big halloween party with a costume contest and the whole nine-yards. i was in my "i hate my job" phase and therefore blew it off post haste. i was, thusly, quite amazed to show up to work on halloween and see librarian after librarian dressed up in costume. and i don't mean they just threw some old weird outfit on and called it done- they were DRESSED IN COSTUME- with make-up, all of it- you name it- the librarian's had it going on. it was nuts. so this year i was mildly intrigued by the idea of participating...but i wasn't gonna just show up dressed like a clown (some of you know why that's funny). so it was with some amusement and excitement that i got my inspiration this weekend (with the help of yessisita). i am going to be an "over-processed document"....i will be wearing a sandwich board replicating post-its (my fav. office supply) and will then put post-its in my hair, etc. I will then put some OCD descriptions of a pseudo-document on the posterboards. not only is this so dorky that it may even confuse librarians, but it should look downright ridiculous. sounds perfect. i can't miss. i'll win it for sure. woohaw! i can't wait. my made up document is a letter to "gus trivvers" from his aunt plopfish. sound recockulous? good- it should.
in other news- plans are afoot for a huge farm weekend. we are going to drive out and help goatie build fence for the baby goats. yipee. my mom's so excited she can barely contain it- and to my great relief and happiness (better word for it?) lots of people are climbing aboard for the expedition. it'll be good times. if you're down- let me know.
in other other news- my sis is traveling to paris today- suweet.
as far as the medical drama- yeah- no good news to report. may be looking for a new new orthodontist and starting over.
k- cheerio,
effie

What do Albert, Hank Hill and I have in common?

my mom? hahah- good guess.
most of you know that i'm a child of divorce. not just any divorce, but a big, ugly hate-filled divorce that got going when i was a scant 4 years old- so my dad wasn't around much most of my life. that's all to say that there are certain things about my dad i really don't know much about. so this weekend, we were hanging out and I was all like, "so, do grandma or grandpa have green eyes- cause I don't know anyone on momma's side who do?" and to my great surprise- he's like "well, sometimes I do." now this is weird- cause my mom and sister look a lot alike and have the same eyes, and I thought my dad had the same eyes as my sister- I swear most of the time they are pretty much blue. but apparently they change color- from blue- to green- to grey. this may seem boring and stupid- but it's important because that's how my eyes work. most of the time my eyes are green and sometimes they are blue and sometimes (my sister swears this up and down) they are grey. this is weird because seriously NO ONE else in my family that I know has eyes that change color or that are even green at all- so to find out- at age 24- that your dad has the very same eyes- is kind of weird. i mean it's cottin pickin obvious (and annoying) that i have his rather imposing forehead- but never did i think that i had his eyes. hummm. (I'll add to this that when Jessica read this post she commented that my forehead DOES have a slight slope- which is her nice way of saying it has an obvious and annoying slope that makes her want to vomit!)
on to funnier things. my bosses are stinking hilarious and awesome in every way. today i was hanging out with boss #2- who is new and cool and closer to my age. we were talking about how bill clinton's handwriting is kind of girly (which is true) and I was saying that this is no surprise to me seeing as he shakes hands like a girl. I went on to explain that i've had the pleasure of shaking the good former president's hand twice and both were perfect disappointments of limp-horror-handshakeness. kind of like trying desperately to hold on to a wet noodle. imagine it. then throw up. so yeah- i was telling all of this to boss #2 in gruesome and hilarious detail and we were laughing it up when boss #1 (uh- the head of special collections- oops) comes walking in to investigate what all the laughing is about. well- i quickly repeat all of the details which he enjoys fully and then boss #2 adds to the mix by telling about the king of the hill episode in which hank joyfully lines up to meet and shake the hand of George W. and is horribly disappointed to find that he too has a limp handshake. hahahah. He goes "Peggy, I can't believe the President doesn't know how to shake a man's hand" or something of the like....anyway- so turns out BOTH bosses watch King of the Hill. could it get any better? man I am one lucky girl. whewie. it's true. and yes amber- i know i'm a name dropper. but i can drop hank hill and bill clinton in one post- that ain't bad eh?
speaking of- i best get to work filing for the stars...