I had a dream the other night that I posted spam on my own blog. I think this is a sign that I a) think about the blog entirely too much and b) wade through entirely too much spam each day. The amount of spam I get here is really ridiculous, especially considering how unknown my little site is. I’d hate to see what the spam queues of the really popular blogs are. Blech.
I’m checking in because I haven’t done that in a while and that’s what blogs are all about, right? “This is what’s happening in my life!” Except remove that exclamation point because my life isn’t exclamation point-worthy. 🙂 It’s more like ellipsis-worthy because that’s how my brain works. No thought or statement ever really ends at the period or question mark or exclamation mark. It just goes on and on into eternity forever and always.
So, here are bullets because I like bullets. I should make pretty ones for the blog. 🙂
- B’s birthday plans are coming….yah. I find myself growing increasingly sad at the prospect of my little, tiny boy turning 2. Where’s my baby? Can I call him my baby anymore? Okay, yes, I know that as his mother I have the right to call him my baby for the rest of his life, but is he really a baby? There is an amazing number of guidelines as to when babyness ends and toddlerhood begins, but of course I’ve only memorized the ones that keep him a baby for as long as possible, so my little boy is still a baby for two more weeks! Oh that makes me sad. Anyway, back to the party. I’ve made a Pinterest board for it and I’m debating just printing a screenshot of that and taping it to the front door for people to see when they enter with a note that says, “This is what I meant to do, please use your imagination.” I should pin that when it’s up!
- I’ve been thinking about the topic of judgment in food choices a lot in the last few months, especially as we’ve embedded ourselves more in traditional foods. This post really hit home for me as oftentimes, I do consider food choices to be a moral issue. This includes buying products that are fair trade, but also taking care of the bodies that God gave us. However, I love the line, “We assume that because we’ve been convicted of something, they should have been too, and therefore they’re making ‘inferior’ choices out of laziness…” I think she hit the nail on the head. It’s amazing to me how many traditional foods blogs there are out there and the more I’ve read them, the more I’ve actually been kind of turned off to them just because of the judgment that radiates from some of them. It’s not just a passive, holier-than-thou judgment, it’s a loud, “you’re all idiots,” kind of judgment. I really, really don’t want to be like that. I just want to sit quietly and eat the way I want to eat and leave it at that. On the flip side, there have been times when I’ve tried to not be loud or obnoxious about the way we eat and have unintentionally made friends defensive. Where’s the happy medium?
All right, I think I’m done with randomness. It’s raining now and B is looking at the “dot bubbles” on the windows. I should join him.