my husband loves a good magazine. since i've known him (11 blissful years), he's had subscriptions 0ff and on, including surfer, surfing, surfers journal, this old house, dwell, good housekeeping (just kidding), and most recently sunset (not kidding, but still a bit queer). when these arrive i typically toss them aside, or find myself flipping through them once in a great while.
b on the other hand devours them.
some people just really get into it.
i'll never forget when my dad told me that he spends $1200 a year on magazine subscriptions (yeah that's US dollars, and he's kind of a bad ass architect and they like expensive things). i guess i like to think of myself as above magazines- i reserve these eyes for only great works of fiction... yet whenever i find myself at erin or lealah's house i'm hot on their copy of us weekly or people. i know i'm a bit of an information junkie. i look forward to thursdays... i get to lil's preschool about 10 mins early, let oz out of his car seat to wander around the van and crack open the new new times. if there's a newspaper lying around, i'll get goin on it, i breeze through blogs like vodka tonics and i've even been known to read my bible without ceasing (i'm really striving to get back to that place).
yet i just can't seem to 'subscribe' to a magazine. last year i somehow started getting parents or parenting magazine (i guess cause i ordered diapers or something). anyhow all it was was a bunch of fear mongering. 'influenza H- what your family needs to know,' 'what's lurking under your toddlers fingernails?' b loathed tuesdays when they'd come, cause he knew that night i'd be overcome with fear about hep b or whatever they threw at me.
when i started getting that white flap on my last six magazines saying, 'renew now! this is your last one!' i obviously never did.
yet there was one magazine i'd been wanting for awhile.
the few i'd seen had some really good articles. not your typical panic stuff, but really insightful, interesting articles. so this christmas i asked for it, and lo and behold yesterday my first one came. like any good mom, i turned on charlie and lola for the kids and started reading. suddenly i found myself in a new level of enlightenment. having thoughts like, 'spending $200 for a date night is totally normal,' or 'i really think a club med vacation would be a great fit for our family,' or 'perhaps the mercedes GL450 really is the safer choice.'
no, no, no! how far i have fallen. i don't live in a manhatten peit-tere (sp?). i'm not coveting my bf's nanny, and i can't afford madonna and gwenyth's trainer.
i live in los osos.
i drive a eurovan.
MDO is my gym.
yet every time i pick it up, i fall prey.
so i'm curious, what do you wait at your mailbox for with baited breath?