I started a new blog! It's called findmeinthestacks and you can find it on tumblr. Here's the who, what, when, where, why, and how.
Who - me, and you, and anyone who likes books!
What - find me in the stacks (no spaces in the actual title) is going to have pictures and posts about amusing things I find in the stacks. I imagine mostly pictures of funny covers, because I find plenty of those. But I also find unusual bookmarks inside books.
When - it's up and running and I posted the first few posts yesterday! I hope to be doing something on the blog every few days. I hope to post something (sometimes just a funny picture or quote) every few days.
Where - findmeinthestacks.tumblr.com
Why - well, for a while I've been wanting to do something fun but also focused on books and/or libraries. And I've been interested in trying tumblr. Recently I came across an amusing book in the stacks and it was suggested that a do a blog about the book. So I started thinking about what this new blog could be about as a whole.
How - tumblr is pretty cool. I can spend time on the weekend doing posts in advance and then set up a queue so that they are published throughout the week. I plan on posting much more frequently than I do here but it's hard to find the time so I really like that feature! It's also been fun to play around with the html, which has made me realize how long it's been since I played around with html. At one point around midnight last night I accidentally changed the font to white, and (I blame the fact that it was really late) it took me an embarrassingly long time time to find the one little section in which I had to change the #fff to #000. Sigh.
Check it out, and follow me on tumblr!
Sunday, June 24, 2012
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Charlotte
So 1 month ago yesterday I had to say good-bye to my cat Charlotte.
Charlotte was a Christmas gift for my brother and I 20 years ago. I had begged my parents for a cat for years and they finally gave in, I was 13 and Carl was 10. We have fond memories of that Christmas morning. My parents had left her upstairs hoping she would make her way downstairs while we were opening gifts. However, soon after we started opening presents I realized I had forgotten my camera in my bedroom...upstairs. So as I dug around my dresser drawers this tiny grey thing brushed past my legs. I screamed and my Dad asked if everything was alright. I yelled, "there's a squirrel up here!" I think at that point my parents were probably just giggling to themselves, with Carl in the background confused as to why a squirrel is upstairs and his parents were unconcerned, perhaps even a little happy?
I quickly realized it was not a squirrel but a little grey kitten! Oh my! After years of being told, "We are never getting a cat Rachel" I had no hope left of ever having a cat of my own. So, following the logic that I had thought a squirrel had gotten into the house, I came to the conclusion that this kitten had found it's way into our home. I carried the cute little ball of fur downstairs. "It's a cat! A cat got into the house!" I excitedly said as I showed off my discovery to my family. Mom spoke up, "No Rachel, the cat is for you and Carl, it's a Christmas present. Merry Christmas!" It was the best Christmas ever, not only did we get a cat but we also got a computer that year. The whole day was pure magic. We fed the kitten caramel rolls and made a list of names on the new computer and by the end of the day we had settled on the name Charlotte.
Charlotte turned out to be one of the most unique cats I will probably ever know. Growing up she really only loved my Mom, and tolerated the rest of us. If you weren't from her house, she hissed at you if you came within 5 feet of her. She enjoyed drinking out of glasses, eating absolutely anything, she was scared of birds and she meowed all the time. A co-worker called me once and said, "Is that a baby in the background." I sighed, "No, that would be my cat." For the last 7 years Charlotte lived with me and she grew to love me as much as she loved my Mom, maybe even more because I let her sleep with me at night. She was quite the cuddler and a wonderful companion. I have so many fond memories of her and will miss her greatly.
Charlotte's health changed quickly and the details are still too hard to think about. Deciding to put her down was the hardest decision I have ever made and grief is something I have not had to go through in a very long time so this past month has been difficult. I still randomly cry and yesterday upon realizing it had been a month I found myself crying the entire drive home from work. I think coming home from work is the hardest part of my day because I realize I am coming home to an empty house.
This whole experience has been eye opening for me. One main realization is how little I talk about my feelings. It's just been too hard, so I keep the grief inside, process my feelings alone...or a month later blog about everything :) But even more importantly, I've realized how that's okay, everyone deals with their feelings in different ways.
Shortly after Charlotte's passing I had all kinds of various activities with all sorts of friends and I feel so blessed to have such a variety of friends in my life. I have friends who can ask the hard questions that allow me to open up, friends who have been there and know how to give a hug and friends who lighten the burdens of my heart by making me laugh. I am thankful to realize that God knows who we need in our lives, and He is there with us as we build and sustain those relationships because He knows our deepest needs long before those needs come to actualization. So I am still sad, but also very loved, and that is a comfort.
Charlotte was a Christmas gift for my brother and I 20 years ago. I had begged my parents for a cat for years and they finally gave in, I was 13 and Carl was 10. We have fond memories of that Christmas morning. My parents had left her upstairs hoping she would make her way downstairs while we were opening gifts. However, soon after we started opening presents I realized I had forgotten my camera in my bedroom...upstairs. So as I dug around my dresser drawers this tiny grey thing brushed past my legs. I screamed and my Dad asked if everything was alright. I yelled, "there's a squirrel up here!" I think at that point my parents were probably just giggling to themselves, with Carl in the background confused as to why a squirrel is upstairs and his parents were unconcerned, perhaps even a little happy?
I quickly realized it was not a squirrel but a little grey kitten! Oh my! After years of being told, "We are never getting a cat Rachel" I had no hope left of ever having a cat of my own. So, following the logic that I had thought a squirrel had gotten into the house, I came to the conclusion that this kitten had found it's way into our home. I carried the cute little ball of fur downstairs. "It's a cat! A cat got into the house!" I excitedly said as I showed off my discovery to my family. Mom spoke up, "No Rachel, the cat is for you and Carl, it's a Christmas present. Merry Christmas!" It was the best Christmas ever, not only did we get a cat but we also got a computer that year. The whole day was pure magic. We fed the kitten caramel rolls and made a list of names on the new computer and by the end of the day we had settled on the name Charlotte.
Charlotte turned out to be one of the most unique cats I will probably ever know. Growing up she really only loved my Mom, and tolerated the rest of us. If you weren't from her house, she hissed at you if you came within 5 feet of her. She enjoyed drinking out of glasses, eating absolutely anything, she was scared of birds and she meowed all the time. A co-worker called me once and said, "Is that a baby in the background." I sighed, "No, that would be my cat." For the last 7 years Charlotte lived with me and she grew to love me as much as she loved my Mom, maybe even more because I let her sleep with me at night. She was quite the cuddler and a wonderful companion. I have so many fond memories of her and will miss her greatly.
Charlotte's health changed quickly and the details are still too hard to think about. Deciding to put her down was the hardest decision I have ever made and grief is something I have not had to go through in a very long time so this past month has been difficult. I still randomly cry and yesterday upon realizing it had been a month I found myself crying the entire drive home from work. I think coming home from work is the hardest part of my day because I realize I am coming home to an empty house.
This whole experience has been eye opening for me. One main realization is how little I talk about my feelings. It's just been too hard, so I keep the grief inside, process my feelings alone...or a month later blog about everything :) But even more importantly, I've realized how that's okay, everyone deals with their feelings in different ways.
Shortly after Charlotte's passing I had all kinds of various activities with all sorts of friends and I feel so blessed to have such a variety of friends in my life. I have friends who can ask the hard questions that allow me to open up, friends who have been there and know how to give a hug and friends who lighten the burdens of my heart by making me laugh. I am thankful to realize that God knows who we need in our lives, and He is there with us as we build and sustain those relationships because He knows our deepest needs long before those needs come to actualization. So I am still sad, but also very loved, and that is a comfort.
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
imgur
I discovered imgur today! It's an image sharing site. Mostly funny stuff.
So I posted an image to the site. I created this image a few years ago. I'm not entirely sure how all this works so I'm testing things out by posting the image from imgur on my blog. We'll see what happens :)
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