So I am currently cooking an Indian inspired dish, and my whole house smells like curry and tomatos. God I love that smell. It's something foreign, something exotic, and makes me forget about how much I like "American" things like ham sandwiches. Heh.

We finally made it out of Virginia, and it seems we got home on the perfect date, the bad weather is back and the last two days have been spent inside with the boys, I have been attempting to clean, and relax. I've read three books in the last 3 weeks, which has been lovely. I missed reading. The trip in Virginia was long and stressful, Christmas was already tighter than I would have liked this year-but being out of our own home made it worse. The children got so many things it's almost impossibly ridiculous. I can't believe that three small children have this much. I'm glad everyone loves them, but I am starting to consider telling people to save their money and put it toward something useful, college funds? Something....

I put away the Christmas decorations, and that was nice, the corner where the tree was is lit no more. I'm sure I'll find pine needles until we move, but for now it is out of sight-out of mind. I put Buddha back in his rightful place, and felt sort of bad for shoving him in the closet. Which sounds weird, but I felt like I was punishing him for Jesus' birthday.

We had Dane baptised and then received a message after our return about our commitment to the Church. I'll be quite frank, I have never been a large believer in the way Christianity is presented. It's not that I don't believe in God...but that I have no interest in becoming a typical Christian. I don't believe that gay people are going to hell, that people who don't believe in God are going to hell, people of other faiths are wrong, etc. In fact I would argue with a good portion of the Good book. I'm sort of irritated but so far have completely ignored said message. If I spoke how I feel about it, I am afraid I would offend certain people.....

Another thing, why oh why must the in-laws talk politics every time we come into view. The only reason they dislike Bush is because he sent their child in harms way, and I find that most hillarious. There is a certain someone who drove him to the recruiter 12 years ago, and it was one of the parental units. Ironic, eh?