Day One of daily postings

I'm never as close to realizing how little I have to write about more than when I say I will write everyday. I'm breaking out in a sweat over here. I just looked at the clock and see that it is 8:50. I was sure something wonderful and exciting would happen to me today. I got cocky and over confident and put minimal effort into creating anything useful for blog fodder. What to do, what to do?

I went to the library today and checked out some books and even managed to snag some free magazines at the front entrance. I always high five the kids when this happens. The latent criminal in me feels like I'm getting away with something when I grab those freebies (even if I have just paid off twenty five dollars in library fines). But it's the small things that get me through and create happiness for me.

I went to the library back in February and ended up getting yelled at by the construction crew. It seems that while I was on the phone talking to a friend (and bragging about the terrific parking spot I just got), I had unwittingly pulled into an area that was about to be paved over. I only discovered that after two construction workers came running after me with those big orange construction cones yelling and carrying on about getting off the lot. The wise guy in me wanted to tell them the cones work better when they're on the ground where they can serve as cute little devices that prevent people from freely driving to and fro, but I could tell these weren't the kind of people who would appreciate my jokes so I just pretended to be nervous and upset, which  made them nervous, because if there is one thing men don't want to see, it's a grown woman cry. They changed their tone and asked nicely that I please move my vehicle.

After that embarrassment I stayed away from the library for quite some time, hence the twenty five dollars worth of fines today. Yes, it is true you can renew your books on line but I seem to be physically and mentally incapable of doing this. It's like something deep inside me craves building up fines and living on the edge, taking it to the limit, waiting for them to send notices saying the bill will go to collections if it's not taken care of and soon. That's the only point at which I get a little frightened and decide to return my books.

But no more. My books will never be returned late again. No more irresponsible behavior. I mean it. Incidentally this is the same thing I used to tell myself in college when I acted in a foolish manner on Wednesday through Saturday evenings. Never again, not me, that's all folks, you can look away because Ann Marie is done with this nonsense. Eventually that took and I did indeed stop the idiocy at college, and that is all the proof I need that I should never give up on my wonderful self. I will conquer my library issues.

By the way, I checked out a terrific book today called The Worst Hard Time and although it sounds like the author is trying to brag about how bad his life is, it's actually "the untold story of those who survived the great American dust bowl." It's an amazing book. I'm reading it and so are the kids and if you play your cards right it will be returned to the library in the next several months and you can read it.

First post down, so many more to go.