I'm 29--but am pretending to be 25, at least until I turn 80. The things I do are the things I am passionate about. I was ordained as a minister a few years ago--and "my" kids affectionately called me "Reverend Potato Head" because I had a Mr. Potato Head on my desk. (The name seems to be both fitting, and sticking...) I own more pajamma pants than anybody you know. I think gerber daisies are fabulous, and carnations ought to be outlawed. I could curl up with a book and lose track of hours. I cook gourmet meals, but can't for the life of me figure out how to make a good cup of coffee. I knit, crochet, quilt, play at photographer, and train for triathlons--but I'm quickly discovering that I don't have time for all my hobbies. I advocate for kids--especially when no one else will. I don't believe in shoes--but believe they should be fabulous if I have to wear them. The world would be a better place if everyone ate ice cream for breakfast.