Learned this weekend:

"Seize the moment" moments don't always work for me.

If you don't get to bed till 4 a.m., set the damn alarm, because you are NOT going to get up in time for whatever you've planned for later in the day, especially if "later in the day" means 11 a.m.

It's better to watch where you're putting your feet when hiking, rather than trying to decrypt the clue and keep up with your companion. 'Cause the twisted ankle just ain't worth it.

I should never be allowed to go 7 hours without food. I become unpleasant even to myself.

Marriage, which some like to trivialize as merely a civil contract or a piece of paper, tends to have a much more profound impact on some people. Especially when they get married.

My phobia is getting worse, I think, and I don't know what to do about it.

Scott and Megan are moving to Seattle. I wish I had gotten to know them better in the year or so that I've been acquainted with them. If that's not a lesson in seizing the moment, I don't know what is.

Contrary to popular sentiment against becoming one's mother, I want to be like my mom when I grow up.