Settlers of Catan

Do you think there is a support group for those addicted to Settlers of Catan? It's so bad that I play online now. I'm truly a dork. For those of you unfamiliar with the greatest game ever, it looks something like the first board in the picture above (I couldn't find a picture of a lone Settlers board). The problem is that you have to have at least three people to play. So despite the fact that Will and I are both avid fans, we have to recruit others to play (or play online). So consider this your call from the big leagues. We want you. We don't care if you've never played. We're willing to teach. Join us in our addiction. You'll be cool if you do it.

Trucks

Owen has this book called My First Truck Book. He loves it. Wants to read it every stinking day. He can point out tankers, back hoes, car carriers, etc. Well you can imagine his excitement when we woke up to the sound of a major truck in our neighbor's yard two days ago. We open the curtains and there behold a crane! It's like Christmas all over again.

Comments

I have to say that I become ridiculously excited when people comment. Does that suggest that I am totally self-absorbed? Possibly. But without fail, every time I check our blog, I fervently hope that there will be a new little number beside the Comment line underneath the post. So if you wish to make me happy, please comment to your heart's content. If you wish to teach me a lesson about humility and that my thoughts do not need to be validated by others, feel free to continue in your silent reading of our blog.

I'm not a Supermodel

I blame my sister Amanda for my addiction to America's Next Top Model. And now I'm hooked. I can't help but Tivo season after season of Tyra's bad acting. In light of my love of this show, and the dismal choices available with a writer's strike, I decided to give Make Me a Supermodel a try. On the very first episode Katy (girl at left) was asked by one of the judges if she "would rather be in another industry where she is accepted for her weight measurements." Excuse me? Did I really just type that? And we wonder why teenage girls have so many body image issues? Never mind the teenagers, what about women of all ages. I don't know anyone who isn't unhappy with her body in some way. Here this stunning girl is being told her thighs are "unacceptable," and of course I'm led to think..."what about my thighs?" Why do we do this to ourselves? I am the woman that God made me to be. I'm not saying that I couldn't stop eating sweets, only drink water, and eat salads every day for lunch. But how do we find a healthy balance in this crazy world of ours? Do I need to cut shows like this out of my life? Pluck out my eyes? I don't know. What do you think?