Evesdropping

My roomate and her boyfriend are currently discussing the role of gender and spirituality. I'm half way between chuckling at them to myself and wanting to join in on the conversation. I have only one more thing on the list of things to do for the day but instead of doing it (it involves writing an email to my advisor) I'm blogging. I hope you all don't mine my detailing the mundane trivia of my life as well as the major events. Because that's what I do when I'm bored. Let's see, major events. I don't know if I told you but the doctors were a little bit worried about my unborn niece or nephew (thought I was pregnant for a minute there didn't you?). But they ran more tests and he/she is perfectly healthy; just small and doens't move around a lot. Yesterday I went to Temecula to see two of my friends from highschool, both of whom are also pregnant. While I was shopping with them at Gymboree I got a call from another high school friend who needed to tell me she was moving to Norway with a guy she met at her Yoga class. She announced that "the best thing about it is he's really hot." Am I alone in thinking that moving to a country that only recieves sunlight for half of the year for a man whose best asset is his exterior anatomy is not the wisest of decisions? Ho hum, alas I can not expect the rest of the world to attain the hights of sagacity that graduate school inevitably bestows. (btw that last was sarcasm).