What are you afraid of?

I was just asked to do an interview for the local paper on the Bush legacy and the State of the Union Address tonight. I said no. Because I am afraid. What am I afraid of, you may ask. I am afraid of looking like an idiot. You see, I posses a Bachelor of Arts in Political Science with a concentration in American Government. You make think this may make a perfect person to be interviewed, surely someone with a lick of sense who knows what she is talking about.

How about no. Since I have received said degree I have become jaded. Jaded with the political scene, jaded with America, jaded with life. You make think these reasons also qualify me to give my opinion to the local liberal media. I disagree. Since the rose colored glasses I so lovingly adorned were ripped off of my face upon the completion of my education I have been completely lacs in keeping up with the political scene. I do not peruse the NY Times or scour CNN.com. Nope. I have become a plane Jane Doe, caring only to keep up the latest Britney scandal or where LiLo spent her most recent rehab stint.

Yes, I have become a pop culture junkie and I like it. And I am okay with it. After all, didn't I work hard in college so I could spend my weekends vegging out and playing Wii??

Snow, Snow, (No) Snow

Oh how I wanted today to be a snow day. So very much. I wanted to curl up on the couch and drink hot chocolate and watch the snowflakes fall. Oh how I love the way everything looks when it's covered in a few inches of snow. The soft white blanket makes everything pretty. It is so quiet right after a big snow too (here at least). There is something about a snow day that is so magical. So peaceful. I don't dig the ice we usually get but that first snow. That big snow. That is what I want. Snow.