So a group of friends decided to start a spring baseball team called: the young stunnas. I don't know who came up with our team name, but I feel like half the time we're with friends I look around and think "how are we all closer to 30 than 20?" And then I can't think about it anymore because... thirty. I can't go there yet.

Since the season began I have yet to actually play a game. I've been sick the last three weeks with everything ending in "itis" (bronchitis, conjunctivitis, sore-throat-itis, every-other-itis) and so my spot on the team has been hanging out in the dugout. I wish I could write about an incredible last minute win after an amazing home run, but unfortunately our team stats are running 0 - 4 this season. In case you didn't catch on, we're 0.

And I wish I could say that it's still okay to lose when you're playing America's favorite pastime with a group of friends, but the truth is we're all so bad we might need therapy after this.

throwback thursday and other things

I am on a huge 90's music kick. I was driving with my dad in the car a few days ago and as we listened to the Backstreet Boys I caught myself saying, "Music was just so much better back then." I felt like I was 25 going on 50.

I watched the documentary Fed Up three nights ago with Max, and if the proof is in the pudding then you should know that this is why I've gone three days without Diet Coke. Fact 1: If nothing changes, then it is predicted that over 90% of all Americans will be overweight or obese in two decades. Fact 2. One in three kids are expected to have diabetes by 2050. Fact 3. This if the first generation of American children that are expected to live shorter lives than their parents.
--- Whether or not these facts entirely check out, we were both convinced to give up our beloved cancer-inducing diet coke. for now.

Speaking of which, I've never given much thought to eating "organically" - that is, until, my friend and his older brother started the blog True Organic Purity. Who would have thought human meat was vegan?

And last but not least, for whatever reason nearly all of the texts messages I've been sending/receiving to/from friends and family are all blasts from the past... We even ran across this little gem below:

An Avril Lavigne music video in a CalRanch Parking lot. __________ Judging space.

And as for life in the Bingham home, life is flyyyyyyyyying by. We're in full MCAT mode over here, but I can't complain because the high is 75 and I just finished spring cleaning. HOLLA.