Two, and three.

I got an email from Blizzard today, saying they were locking my account because of suspicious activity. This would have thrown me for a loop, except yesterday Miniorc was playing with my keys and I caught him turning the Authenticator on and off ... my keys are off limits now:)

Tell me if you get the joke. Same story here. This enormous cloud was over the the mountains and the moon was peeking from over it and it changed a bit when I was able to get my camera out and my camera is a crappy phone but lemme tell you it was about three times more amazing than this.

Just a side note: there is something incredibly beautiful watching a steaming cup of coffee. Not to mention the glorious smell. Ok. We have a new menace. It's black with a little red hourglass on the back. That's right-black widows! We found the first ones in the garage, which is understandable because we weren't careful boxing up everything and there were plenty of places to hide. But then we found one out on our deck. And another one on our porch (I almost stepped in it). And then we cleaned out the kids play equipment, which had been left to fend for itself after we declared the backyard off-limits after momma nearly stepped into the spider. We brushed it off, sprayed it with bug spray, left it for a while. Damm and the kids went out to play later, and as the Orclette gets off her tricycle to head inside, a black widow crawls out of the foot pedal (it's a plastic Dora tricycle, not a metal one). That was all sorts of creepy. And before you ask, yes, they are black wi

After years of being immersed in the fitness and nutrition world, after years of battling body image and eating disorders, after years of fighting an OCD mentality, and after a few years of relatively normal behavior, I found out something really cool this morning. I am a mesomorph. A body type to be envied. I never knew that. I had heard of the three body types: ectomorph, the thin, tall person who never seems to gain weight; the endomorph, the person who gains muscle quite easily and is big-boned but also gains fat by looking at food; and then there's me, the mesomorph, who has an athletic build, easily gains muscle and just as easily loses excess fat. Every article I read proclaimed the greatness of the mesomorph. I had never done much research into this subject, apparently. Or I classified myself as an endomorph, thinking that mesomorphic awesomeness was too good for me (hey, eating disorders can do that to one's psyche). It's just really cool to hear I actually have so

She was dancing around saying "I'm a pirate I'm a pirate." His head bobs were so serious I had to stop right after taking the picture and put him to bed. Poor bugger.