danamite rants....

Teen pregnancy is all the rage these days. Now let me start by saying, I loved Juno. It was straight up adorable. And I liked the message, things like that can happen to anyone and you can take the situation and make the best of it. They showed different solutions and Juno picked the one she felt right with. Good stuff. But then came Jamie-Lynn Spears, and now there's The Baby Borrowers and My life as an American Teenager. All these things seem to be glorifying teenage pregnancy. For the record, I'm over it. How can teenagers understand the true scope of being a parent by watching an hour long sitcom or through photos of a spoiled celebrity endlessly shopping for cute baby clothes? There needs to be a shift in society, raising children is hard. And children born to teen mothers have a much higher chance of being teen parents themselves.

welcome back olymipics

Brian and I both like to watch the Olypmics....for very different reasons.

bubbles bubbles everywhere but not a drop to drink.

Good news:
1. My digital camera works. I thought it was broken since well, Easter. But turns out it is not. Imagine all the memories I've missed out on taking pictures of, I need some full-scale re-enactments.
2. We found a new Mexican Restaurant today that was really good. In fact, it was FLANtastic. Also hit up our old standby Yabi on Friday night. I'm the chopstick queen. I can't figure out if the waitresses realize we've been there at least once every week for the past 3 months or if they just smile at everyone that way.
3. The BFF comes back from NYC today - my heart will be full again. Other BFF leaves for Europe tomorrow. Sad face.

The other day this girl at work fell down the stairs. It was hilarious because I know for a fact that she did it about 6 months ago. Except last time it was on the bottom step so she only bruised ego. This time it was from the top step and now she looks gnarly. Do dudes dig scars? I can't wait... I mean she can't wait until everything heals up - it's too hot out to keep wearing pants.

Too many familiar faces in the playroom this week. It shouldn't be that way.

If we are to reach real peace in this world and if we are to carry on a real war against war, we shall have to begin with children; and if they will grow up in their natural innocence, we won't have to struggle; we won't have to pass fruitless idle resolutions, but we shall go from love to love and peace to peace, until at last all the corners of the world are covered with that peace and love for which consciously or unconsciously the whole world is hungering.

...Ghandi knew what was up.

Time to get my Martha Stewart on. I have lots of crafty things to do this weekend.

Sonic HotDog was so happy to see us. Unfortunately we don't frequent the Sonic for cold drinks, so we headed down the road to T. Smooth for real tropical treats. I will say he has some serious talent -look at that pose!