funny kids

daddy, stop talking to mommy.

daddy, talk to me.

mommy, don't talk to me while I'm eating.

for 2 1/2 she's quite demanding.

on the other hand, my good friend's 3-yr.-old told the house only big breasted women could come play with him. as a woman 7 months pregnant, my friend was thrilled to join.

and the cherry on top? my baby head-butts kisses.

the kids keep me smiling.

what? you have a life outside school?

I will catch-up reading all your wonderful posts.

just can't right now. too far behind.

reading blogs.

cause, you know, that whole school/family/university/family thing.

I promise to return soon.

the Super Bowl, epiphanies and god

CONGRATULATIONS NEW ORLEANS!

in other news, I find myself scrambling for things to write of. I feel I have a blog, I should post. all of my loyal readers come daily looking for words of wisdom, the next great epiphany and the solution to the world's problems (yes, there's just one).

but alas, I leave my brain with 15-year-olds every day at 1:00, and after that, babble until I have to sound coherent again. however, an epiphany did occur last night.

tate took me out to a wonderful birthday dinner with good friends. we ate, I drank, and we were merry. but the best part of the evening was the end when Libby informed me (and I greatly paraphrase here as like I said, I drank) I only say things that I can back up. this was a nice way of saying that when I'm a know-it-all, I have to be able to PROVE that I know. it. all.

so true.

it explains much about me, my love of science, and constant need for info. far from being offended I was amazed at Libby's ability to sneak into my brain and verbalize my unconscious motivations. during the dinner I had even stopped myself from speaking when I found I didn't know as much about the topic as I had thought.

but really, I just hate being wrong. and having to admit it.

I'd much rather know exactly what I'm talking about and be able to give you the reference on the spot so you have to believe me.

maybe everyone does it. you know, the "I heard/saw/read on ... the other day that..." but I really make a point to do it. and get nervous if I can't remember where my information came from in case someone calls me on it.

anyway, as if this wasn't enough of a personal epiphany, it also explains my agnosticism. I need proof. definitive, physical proof. and I haven't gotten any yet. as crass as it probably sounds to those of you with faith, I have been unable to believe in any god because of my lack of reference. maybe someday I will be able to say that I heard/saw/read on...the other day that ...exists and so I am transformed.

but until then, I remain just another nonbeliever.

and someone happy to see the Colts lose the Super Bowl.

my baby girl

ever see those dogs that "smile"? they look like they're snarling.
same thing here. we call this happy expression, "scrunch face".

aww...