I am a pretty avid reader. I'll read just about anything...well, I'll start to read just about anything and if it doesn't wrap me in it gets chucked to the book case next to my bed. I would give these less than enjoyable bits of lit away but I have convinced myself that at some point in my life I may return to them and actually enjoy reading them. You know.. the whole a little older a little wiser thing. Right. Recently, I borrowed a copy of Don Quixote. I have also convinced myself that I need to be reading the classics right now. I need to be well read. So, I have borrowed Don Quixote from a coworker and started reading it last week. I am about 100 pages into and it is two inches from the bookcase next to my bed. I just can't get into it. I get...it's funny and witty and quirky. But I say it is funny and quirky in a 16th century kind of way and it just isn't doin' for me. That being said...I started reading Jane Austen's Sense and Sensibility. So far so good...

I have returned to my normal work routine of weekly (daily really) meltdowns and the frequently recurring revelations that I don't like my job. When these happen I do two things...1) contemplate returning to school for another degree 2) surf the web and hope the boy sends me one of his entertaining links. Well, today both happened.

How does a Ph.D in science education sound?

This is funny and so is this. Thanks Boy! You saved my sanity again. Now, I am just obsessing over how to get that damn wad of paper into the trash can AND I have decided that I need to carry your sisters digital camera with me at all times so I can submit my first (and definitely not the last) Jesus of the Week.