I could write about the fact that I found a dead fly in my semi-stolen breakfast cereal.
I could write about how we are freezing up here in the cold north.
I could also mention what a terrible blogger I am even with the new addition of a laptop and wireless Internet.
But instead, I will say that Christmas was great, we took a long drive down to Phoenix where the weather is absolutely fantastic this time of year, I still have my crazy job, and John has joined me as a USU alumni. With this new found alumni status comes the need for a job. Cross the fingers.
We have been enjoying the public library and the fact that it is a free activity in this freaking economic mess. The BBC's Planet Earth is a recent borrowing. I love it. I could watch nature shows for hours. I've also revisited a few novels I haven't read since Jr. High; say "The Chosen" by Chaim Potok. Let's just say I didn't really know how to say his name til several years ago. I've also been reading some good trash books. Now by trash, I don't mean "trashy" or "seedy". I really just mean mystery, suspense\thriller books that I can read in a day and a half, be totally into, finish, and never think of again.
Aside from our books, I got a subscription to TIME magazine for Christmas. I love it. It is definitely the best thing I get in the mail. I think I especially like it since I'm not in school and we don't have cable. It makes me feel as though I actually have some idea of what's going on. Not saying that reading a magazine makes me an expert on international affairs, but it's a start. I've really missed taking classes and having the opportunity to learn, pose questions and think analytically. I am looking forward to when I can work with the political science part of my degree.
My job right now is challenging and I enjoy it, but not mentally challenging in the way other things I enjoy are. I think that is one of the things that scares me a little bit about being a mother. The possibility of less mental stimulation in certain things. Not saying that you're not using your brain, but in different ways. Secretly I'm a little nervous. Talking to people with kids they always assure you that it's worth it. Of course. I won't debate that.I'm not saying that moms of young kids don't have anything important to think about. The focus is different. But it still doesn't change the fact that I'm a little worried of my head turning slightly mushy and feeling out of the loop someday.
Reading TIME as a bedtime story could work, right? ;)
