About

Big Daddy is not my real name. The moniker was given to me by a good friend who doesn’t talk to me anymore. But the name stuck and ultimately I was glad. My real name defies nicknames. Or at least nicknames to which I would even deign to answer.

This is my personal blog. By day I am a full-time, card-carrying web goddess and part-time librarian.

I don’t yet have an MLS so any of you real librarians out there, don’t bother pointing it out. I work at a really cool library and saying, “I work in a library but without an MLS I can’t call myself a librarian because it makes ‘real’ librarians freak out” is too many words and no one cares anyway. Besides, I started graduate school in January, 2010. I will be a librarian fairly soon so the point will be moot.

The rest of the time I’m a fairly to completely hilarious person who expects no one but her friends to read this. Don’t know yet about family. Most are Mormon and I already used the phrase “shit-be-gone” in my second post so we’ll see if they read it. My brother and sister both have families so they might not have time to read it. My mom is still getting caught up on the whole Internet thing but I bet she’ll read it when I show her how. To read blogs, I mean. My mother can read.

I’ll probably write most about what I think (hence the title), maybe throw in a few of my more bizarre dreams, random observations, overheard conversations, my trips, rants and interesting stuff about my pets. I have a Boston terrier named Ruby . My ancient lab-mutt named D.O.G. (one might have spelled his name phonetically but Dee-Oh-Gee is too pretentious for this cool old dude) died in 2009. My Pal is gone but not forgotten.

Here is a picture of them, titled, “Good Citizens of the Republic of Big Daddy”.

As you read my posts, you’ll notice I am a fan of the parenthetical aside. I once read a book where the author inserted hilarious footnotes. I was inspired and tried this. It didn’t come naturally. I returned immediately to my old friend, the parenthesis. I read voraciously (this is not the reason I’m becoming a librarian, many librarians don’t read) and this affects my vocabulary which is prodigious. I growed up in Idaho, meaning I have to pepper my writing (and speech, too) with a few homespun phrases. Homage to my roots, dontcha know. They did have books in Idaho which I read steadily until I was old enough to leave. I haven’t lived in nearly as many places as I intended to when I left Idaho but there have been a few. Pittsburgh, PA, and Boston, MA, mainly. Now I live in Phoenix AZ. Not as ideal for all the travel still left to do but not unfortunately located, either.