These are a few of my (least) favorite things...

Why, when you re-meet someone that you haven't seen in ten years, do they feel the need to ask you why you haven't had anymore kids yet? Never mind that it's super-rude to ask it in the first place, but combine it with the fact that I not only haven't seen this person in ten years, but when I did see her, it was one hour a week at Lacrosse practice for the one year I joined the team in college. Never mind that I couldn't pick her out of a three person line-up before re-seeing her at a friend's party. I'm still honing my smart-ass, snarky reply to that oh-so-personal inquiry. If anyone can think of some snappy ones, let me know. I'll start trying them out on the rude jack-asses that feel it's necessary to ask about my fertility and let you know the reactions.

I’ll stop there lest you think I’m in a foul, cranky mood today. Which I am. Why? Because I’m tired. And I didn’t get anything done this weekend. I hate being non-productive. I let my brain rot last night watching TV because I was too tired to drag myself to bed. Damn idiot-box sucked me in again.

I officially applied for my ‘promotion’ today. It’s strange, because it’s not technically a promotion but it’s a step up the librarian-ladder. But I still had to apply for it, even though it’s been basically promised to me at this point. I guess we’re just waiting for the red tape to be settled. I should know next week sometime they tell me.

R and I are supposed to go to dinner with a friend tonight. Normally I would think this was fine and dandy, especially since we already have a sitter lined up. Except that our friend is a US Congressman and I’m pissed about the general state of politics these days. So pissed that I’m actually contemplating supporting John Edwards. GASP! I think R would practically disown me if I admitted that to him. I think I’ll bug our friend about Mr. Edwards’ chances. Maybe that will lighten the mood a bit.

Ok, since I’ve bitched about some of my least favorite things, I guess I should redeem myself by proving that I’m not entirely cranky and without joy these days. I started listening to Robert Krulwich’s science podcasts and I’m completely smitten. I’ll admit it, here and now, I’m an NPR junkie. I just love it. If I win a million dollars someday, I’ll donate a big chunk to NPR. Robert Krulwich just cracks me up. He’s so funny and entertaining that I’m contemplating playing him for E. Science was never more fun. If only my eighth grade science teacher could hear me now.