For some reason, my husband won’t give me an award for taking out the garbage. I don’t know why. I really should get one.
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It always seems strange to me (and a little sad) that I can be so fidgety and ready to get out and move, but as soon as some sort of screen is placed in front of me, I am immediately pacified. Who needs to go out and do something, after all, when you have a screen that can entertain you for hours upon end?
During last Lent, in which I gave up mindless social media surfing (which is a bad habit of mine), I accomplished so many things. I made curtains, started knitting a blanket, figured out how to balance finances, learned how to cook many different tasty things with low sugar, and a bunch of other neat things that a heavily pregnant lady could do. It made me realize how much time I waste in front of screens everyday.
Mind you, screens are not bad by themselves, but there is a lot of virtue and value in getting out and doing something every once in a while.
March for Life was happening when I originally doodled this comic, but computer issues made it impossible to post it. Better late than never, right?
March for Life, for those of you who don’t know, is a peaceful pro-life protest of the Roe vs. Wade decision, which was made by the Supreme Court on January 22, 1973. Since 1974, hundreds of thousands of people march in Washington DC and all across America every year against this decision. You can find more about it on their website here: March for Life.
This year it was particularly meaningful for me because my first baby was born in June last year.
It’s funny, because many pro-choice people tell you that the fetus is just a lump of cells and that it doesn’t matter until after it’s born. But, that’s not true. I first saw her on the ultrasound at ten weeks doing front flips when she was just a tiny little bean. I first felt her move inside of me at seventeen weeks. It felt like someone was tickling me in the inside. I joked that she was going to be delightful and very funny. Inside my womb, she always was a kicker and I often joked that she was going to become a black belt, just like her father. She always was quiet and still in the morning, and then during night she would suddenly become active again. She would jump around at the sound of our voices, but she would grow quiet when I touched my growing belly. She grew quiet when I sang to her as well.
When she was finally born, it was no surprise to me that she kicked and stood and did everything she could with her legs. There was even a point in which she would try to use her toes instead of the fingers in her hands. She just loved her feet so much. It was no surprise to me that she loved to sleep in the morning and was most active at night — a trait which, at nine-months-old, she still unfortunately possesses. She is quite an active girl and loves to move around, especially when we talk to her, but she’ll grow quiet in your arms when you hold her. And, when she was a newborn and upset at the crazy world that surrounded her, she would calm down instantly when I sang to her.
No, there weren’t many things that surprised me when I finally met her. She did not magically turn into a different person once I gave birth to her. I knew her, even before I met her, and meeting her finally was more like meeting someone that you’ve always have known, yet never have seen. The only thing that really surprised me about her was her face.
I never imagined how beautiful it would be.
I may have possibly been obsessively watching the news about Jeremy Clarkson. Except I don’t believe anything I hear because it’s all sensationalist. Supposedly, tomorrow, we’ll get an answer about the fate of Top Gear. We shall see…
EDIT: Aaaaand, it looks like Myth might be able to snag a position after all!
When I first heard of this diet, I thought it was a diet similar to the seefood diet. See food… eat food.
With that said, I’m pretty sure that if you offered a paleolithic man the opportunity to either have a Big Mac and a piece of tree bark (which is probably one of the many things that the paleolithic man would probably eat), the paleolithic man would gorge himself on the wonderfulness that we call a cheeseburger and ignore the tree bark entirely.
So would you.
I don’t think I’ve mentioned this, but there is a store for Moth and Myth, aka Moth and Myth: The Bacon Fund. It’s mostly just a place for pig-themed clothes that I like, since sometimes I’ll buy clothes there, and I like pigs. In fact… my daughter’s in danger of having this onesie, just in time for football season! Hmmmm…
Anyway, it’s available if you want! And, if you don’t want it, that’s okay too. There’s a market a block away that gives out free bacon if you buy $10 worth of groceries. So, there is no shortage of bacon at my house anymore.
Featuring my crazy cat, Buddy. Expect to see him more… except probably in cartoon form. As much as I like taking random pictures of him, he’s not terribly photogenic most of the time.
Sometimes, the baby feels like she is growing five million legs at once. However? Today was a good day. Today, she kicked with the gentleness of a butterfly.
My new home town is going crazy with Seahawks fever. I cannot go to the grocery store without seeing green and blue everywhere. Admittedly, it’s a bit exciting.
But, deep in my heart… I wish the 49ers were going to the Super Bowl this year. 🙁
Speaking of 49ers, why do we always get beaten out by some bird team? Last year, it was the Baltimore Ravens. This year, the Seahawks. Next year? It’ll either be the Atlanta Falcons, the Philadelphia Eagles, or the Arizona Cardinals. You take your pick…
Here’s to all you people who still have your Christmas trees up, despite it being late January. Keep the spirit alive!*
* Unless, of course, your living room has started to resemble more of a compost heap than an actual living room (in which case it’s not actually a living room, but rather a decaying room). In this case, it is probably advisable to remove the tree. Just sayin’!
