it’s me   I don’t know if you remember me.   My name is Rachel  I go by Libragirl on this blog.   I use to blog here more often but I’ve been going through some crap and you don’t need to hear me whine about being depressed all the time.

so to counteract my funk

You’re gonna grab yourself a banner. If you don’t like the one I’ve used in this post, you can find another one here.

2.) You’re gonna post that banner and then tell us all something that you really like love about yourself (thus, the “self-love” portion of our program).

3.) Ask or beg your readers to post one thing that they too love about you!!! If your blog friends are nice, you shouldn’t have to beg…much.

4.) Enjoy yourself and spread the love by doing this on your blog! If you want to, drop me a line or a trackback so that I know you participated too!

so  what do I love about myself.   Well I love that no matter what I keep doing.   I don’t want to do anything (depression remember) but I make myself move and go out.

now, tell me what you love about me.    Please and thank you.


Happy Birthday Ren

Today is one of my favorite people’s birthday’s He is very old at 40 so no surprises

That was from ReNYC

Ren is probably one of the nicest guys in the world and anyone who met me knows how much I love him. Although not as much as his beautiful wife who I am very jealous of.

Have a super amazing birthday Ren. Love you lots and lots.

Busiest person with no life ever

I’m late to the game to this  and I’m gonna do it a little differently

A bunch of people posted 20 things they want people to hear   I am doing my version of that.

I always say I have no life.  I go to work I go to school and that’s it.   I realized I am the busiest person with no life ever.

The only day I don’t have school or the Princess is Friday  That is my night except I am usually doing something with my friends.

I always complain that I have nothing to do on weekends except that I dont have a free weekend to do nothing (both days) until almost mid Sept.

I realized I have different groups of friends that I do stuff with.

One group of friends is the LET’S GO TO THE BAR friends   and that’s awesome

One group of friends is the LETS DO DINNER AND A MOVIE friends and that’s awesome

One group of friends is HEY LET’S JUST CHILL AND BS friends and that’s awesome.

But one of the best things about all my groups of friends –  I can call them at almost anytime and they will be there for me.

I can walk up to practically any one of my friends at work and if I don’t look happy the first thing they do is ask me what’s wrong and actually listen to me venting be it about work or personal

I can call any of my friends when I am upset and they will do what they can to make me feel better, be it just listening or taking me out

and it’s not just off line  life friends, it’s blog friends that I haven’t met yet.

It’s blog friends that I have met met and am so happy to call my friend

I like being busy all the time.   I complain about how much I dislike the management at my job (yes, I finally realized it’s management and not the actual job) but I like knowing that no matter what there are at least 40 people at work that feel the same way that I can call, email, text, walk up to and just say –  Argh – I hate that witch and they get it.

I like that I can call text email any of my on or off line friends and chat during the day, even if for only a minute

I just wanted to say that I love my friends and if I could tell them anything it’s this

Thank you for being a friend
Traveled down the road and back again
your heart is true you’re a pal and a confidant

I’m not ashamed to say
I hope it always will stay this way
My hat is off, won’t you stand up and take a bow

Thank you for being a friend
Thank you for being a friend
Thank you for being a friend

And when we both get older
With walking canes and hair of gray
Have no fear, even though it’s hardly here
I will stand real close and say,
Thank you for being a friend

(I want to thank you)
Thank you for being a friend
(I want to thank you)
Thank you for being a friend
(I want to thank you)
Thank you for being a friend
(I want to thank you)
Let me tell you bout a friend
(I want to thank you)
Thank you for being a friend
(I want to thank you)
Thank you for being a friend
(I want to thank you)
Thank you for being a friend

Yes those are mostly the lyrics to the theme from Golden Girls.   But it’s how I feel.

I am not gonna name names, because there are way to many people.  But yes, this is about you, and you and you and you.

if you think it’s not, you are wrong.

35 years ago

Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday to you

Happy Birthday Dear Poppy
Happy Birthday to you.

I am glad you decided I was worthy enough to be friends with.   Sometimes I don’t feel that I am. You are truly an amazing person.

Have a great birthday Poppy.

Please Miss, May I have my ticket

Ok,  that is only funny to me Cissa and Robin, but it cracked us up.

So the day started way earlier then I planned.   I had to go to my sisters and get her parking pass and my camera.  I got to her place, got my stuff, parked and walked to the train station  My train was leaving at 9:23  I got there at 8:15.  Yeah, I was early.   I finally got on the train and made it to NY.   Robin Cissa and I went to the worlds most expensive Fridays in Penn Station, but we were so hungrey we didn’t care.

Then we decided to play tourist and did the NBC studio tour img_2712Thats Robin She got her ticket.

The tour was fun.   We saw Seth Rogan (Hey, Robin, celeb sighting) and got snarky w/ the pages.   We were us.

We then went to go check them into their hotel which was drama but it’s their drama so one of them can go into that.

Then we were off to DaveYork at the Hard Rock Cafe.   When we saw Dave, we were so excited there may have been jumping a bit (or a lot) and Earl was there also.  By the time we got a table, Dawg and Poppy had arrived.

Now for the party to begin

We laughed and talked and ate and drank.  And embarrassed Dave, which is always fun.  Apparently at Hard Rock, when it’s your birthday, you have to stand on a chair while the waiter yells at the top of his lungs that its your birthday and everyone to yell happy birthday.   Dave is 11 (video here)

(I am continuing this at school so no pics, see Dave, Robin, Dawg, Poppy and Cissa for them, my photos are on flicka w/ Robins)

We hung 0ut at the Hard Rock for a little bit longer and just had a blast.  When we left, we did a quick trip to Dave’s hotel so he could drop off stuff and take more pills then took the subway downtown to go bar hopping.

On the train, we were loud and silly and probably annoyed people, but WHO CARES.  One – it’s NY , two – it’s Dave York.

We went to a bar called Jacks, I have no idea the address, but I had REALLY GOOD TEQUILA SHOTS (Dave made me do two of them, honest, it’s his fault I got a tiny bit drunk)  After texting Robin, Cissa and Poppy, it was decided that I’m strange. Also I drunk texted another friend of mine because her and Cissa have the same name and I was only a little drunk and couldn’t see well.

Apparently the staff at Jack’s didn’t like us because they couldn’t remember our drink order and were rushing us out of the place, but first Cissa and I had to become Best Friends Forever.

Then we went to another bar and I stuck to soda there.  We again talked and laughed and had a blast.

When we finally left there, we went to the train, Poppy and Dawg left us then and I ended up leaving also and walked to my brother and sister in laws

I got there and my sil was awake so she let me in, we talked for a bit then I crashed.   When I woke up the next morning – I got a huge running hug from LN (LIttler nephew) because it was his birthday.   He didn’t know I was sleeping over.

The weekend was amazing and it makes me look forward to TC even more.

If I get home early enough from school, I will edit this with pictures


Today is my sister’s birthday.  She’s 45.   We are really really close.   I love hanging out with her.

She is a big question asker.   It’s gotten to the point that we just start making fun of her and it can take a good 10 minutes for her to realize we are mocking (by we -I mean my family)  How long did you cook the ziti for,  how did you mix the ziti and the cheese, did you add spices to the sauce, what aisle did you go down to buy the pasta, what made you decide to have O- blood, why is the sky blue

Ok -granted she doesn’t ask all those questions, but that’s the mocking and what my brother and I turn it into.

She is also the mom to my princess and that makes her even more awesome.

Happy b-day sis.


today is the day when v-day chocolate is 1/2 price   wOOt!!!

Well my brother to be exact.
I love my brother. He’s done some great things
He married my sil, who is amazing
He fathered 2 fantastic boys NE and LN
He teaches blind kids so he’s can read and write in braille.

His fashion sense -that’s not so great


he’s a ginormous geek, and can fix most all computer problems.

but a onesy w/ a flap- that he walked around in, JUST SAY NO