they gave me bookmarks

When I was a kid, I decided I liked pigs.  Not pigs on a farm necessarily, but cute sweet stuffed animal pigs.  I guess I noted that one Christmaslistmaking season. For the next...ten years I got some form of some pig for every birthday and Christmas.  By the time I was in high school, I had to ask my family, politely (I thought, but who knows how it came out) to please stop giving me pigs. I had stuffed pigs, ceramic pigs, glass pigs, a pig door stop...

 for a long time, people gave me bookmarks.  I never used them, but I collected them and liked to hold them and stare. Like stickers -- more useful, but I always ended up dog-earring my book pages or cracking the spine and letting the book I was reading fall to the floor beside my bed.

I used to read a lot when I was younger, and I've let life get in the way-- I'm only to blame, yes, and I don't read as much as I'd like to report.  

I found three bookmarks tonight, and shoved two into books I'm currently reading.  it was kind of fun.  One has a quote about being nice to people, the other says "snap out of it."  good advice for me.

Welcome 2009! Here's to a non boring but very good peaceful year.  ah ha!