1. I got a job!!!! Confetti! Streamers! Bagpipes! General merriment! I'm going to be a Children's librarian at a public library in Virginia. For those in the know, this is my dream position. It's what I went to school to do. So Kudos to me! I'm starting January 20.
2. Cue the funeral dirge: I am moving to South-East Virginia. I always said that I wanted to move back to Utah when I graduated, and recently I had begun thinking that I might want to stay in the D.C. area, but it wasn't meant to be, I suppose. The town where I will be working is about 3 and 1/2 hours away from where I live now. But I think it will be good, assuming I ever get a place to live. Cue general panic.
3. My car works again! Hundreds of dollars and several panic attacks later, my car has been diagnosed and treated for a broken fuel pump. But, considering this was her first big repair since I got her, I count my many blessings and pat her on the hood for a job well done. I hope we have many more years together.
Other than that, things are somewhat status quo. Ha! Anywho, I had a great Christmas, although I really neglected to take many pictures. I'm not sure why. I guess the sisters who were photographing everything seemed to have it under control. So I want some of those pics, eh? Get on it, people.
I leave you with this:
It may look like I am cowering away from the skeletal remains of a giant sloth, but I believe it's a metaphor for me cowering away from my future responsibilities. Of course this one is me sticking my tongue out at said responsibilities, with the help of my loyal twin. I refuse to accept maturity!
Yes, we are picking the nose of a prehistoric crocodile. Ew.
