Tongue Tied

I'm starting a new segment about all the amusing things I see on facebook. Because it condenses the things I want to blog about into one nice post. Facebook is constant blog fodder. So many opinions, ideas, hot air, egos, memes, and photos of dogs. It's like a cesspool. But more offensive sometimes. 1. Everybody loves The Hunger Games. Except the people who hate The Hunger Games. 2. Dogs (and sometimes cats or small rodents) are awesomer than people. 3. Everybody's checking in while working out. Or eating clean. Or being crunchy. 4. In related news, everybody's hungry, cranky and has headaches. 5. People are growing up and graduating and being in college and making me feel old. 6. Parents are the worst thing to happen to kids since smallpox. 7. Couples love each other. Which isn't the same as "liking" each other. 8. Your status is my free advertising. 9. Jesus hates your music. 10. Obama's awesome and he will kill you. P.S. Les

I was ready to be married when I was thirteen years old. I can hear you now. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Back the matrimonial train up.  How can anyone be ready for marriage at thirteen? How can someone who just recently hit double digits be emotionally mature enough to handle the responsibility of a spouse and family? What about education? What about independence? What about life experience? All I can tell you is that I would gladly have traded those things to be Seth's wife. Yes. At thirteen. I didn't have money or special skills. I couldn't have thrown a fancy wedding. I didn't have experience with dating or a lot of relationship skills under my belt. I basically had one thing: commitment. I can't pinpoint exactly when it was, but I do know that within several months of meeting Seth, I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was it for me. Before there was ever a romantic overture of intention, before we were ever boyfriend and girlfriend, before there was ev

I feel like I've been so busy lately, and yet, I don't seem to have accomplished anything of great importance.  How could I be so tired if I haven't been doing anything? I must be busy. I must be. So...what am I doing? 1. School. There's been a lot of it lately, but it hasn't been our normal, nine to noon kind of day lately. We've been working around doctor's appointments, field trips, holidays and family visits. I think we're doing okay though. This morning, we did two hours straight of math. I was a little twitchy by the end, but Thing One didn't seem to mind. Math is his easy subject. I don't understand him at all. 2. Photography. I'm happily drowning in it. I've shot quite a few photos the last few months, and I have a couple more shoots coming soon. I'm loving it and I'm getting more confident in it. I've actually been learning new things (gasp) about my camera. I've also been a lot more active on Flickr--puttin

Everyone has an opinion on food. I'm no different. My opinion? I like food. I'm not obsessed with food. I generally don't use it to comfort or as a substitute for dealing with my feelings (that's what blogs and books are for). I try not to overeat. For the most part, I don't overdo my portion sizes, and I'm not constantly snacking. Three weeks out of the month anyway, pregnancies notwithstanding. I'm not trendy. I'm not a dieter. I really don't over think my food. I like to try new things. I like to cook (but not clean up). I like to fill my house with delicious smells of tasty food. I don't obsess about ingredients. I do try to keep things balanced. We don't eat comfort food every night. My kids don't get sugary snacks every day. But I also don't worry about the occasional sweet treat or brinner. Love me some brinner. It seems that we as a society tend to go to extremes when it comes to food. We're either obsessed wit