1. You guys, I made two (TWO!) pies for a Fourth of July party that I went to yesterday.
A year ago, I made my first ever pie and I felt like I deserved an award for managing just that. And now I’m baking two pies? At the same time? Who the heck am I?
Of course, I didn’t realize until I was well into my pie-making endeavor that I only own one pie plate. For some reason I thought I owned two. Which doesn’t even make sense. I mean when in my life would I have ever thought I would make multiple pies? That doesn’t even sound like a possible life trajectory for me.
Luckily, I have friends who don’t mind when I text them at nine o’clock at night, asking if I can pop by their house and pick up random dishware. This is true friendship, you guys. When you can show up at your friend’s door dressed in flour-covered yoga pants, and they hand over a pie plate, no questions asked.
Also, I had to make cinnamon sugar crust. Have you ever done this? This, to me, is childhood. Every time my mother made pies, my nine-billion siblings and I would gather around and anxiously await the moment the pies were assembled and the excess pie crust dough would be rolled out, smeared with butter, sprinkled with cinnamon sugar and popped in the oven.
And, then, as soon as it came out of the oven, we’d attempt to claw each others’ eyes out to get at the crust. Because that’s what having a nine-billion siblings is all about — hurting each other in order to get as much food as possible.
2. Speaking of things I just started doing last year and now I’m going completely and ridiculously overboard with because I have a problem with moderation: solo camping.
Yep, last year at this time I was going on my first ever, three-day solo camping trip. And I was screaming about how I was going to be eaten alive by wolverines.
And tomorrow I’m setting off on a ten-day solo camping trip. And I’m screaming about how I’m going to be eaten alive by bears.
Actually, I’m a little bit less worried about the bear thing now, as I decided to put off my plans to go to the Porcupine Mountains, where all the bears are.
Mind you, I didn’t decide this because of the bears. (Okay, maybe a little bit because of the bears.)
I was just kind of freaking out about the fact that I wouldn’t have enough time to do ALL THE THINGS. And, you know, when you start freaking out over your vacation and how you’re not going to be able to fit in ALL THE THINGS, it starts to feel a lot less vacationy.
And then I’ll be spending a couple days camping in a ghost town.
So instead of worrying about bears, I’ll be worrying about ghosts. I’m not so sure that was an equal trade-off. But I’m still super excited.
3. Another thing I don’t have to worry about quite so much: bugs.
Not that I’m sure there won’t be a million mammoth-sized mosquitoes and black flies and other insects eager to attack me.
But I’m coming prepared with my brand spanking new bug jacket.
Admit it. You’re jealous.
4. Now that I won’t be worrying about bears or bugs, I can spend all my free time worrying about my cat. Even though she’ll be in super capable pet-sitting hands, I always feel super guilty about leaving her at home for long stretches of time.
Sometimes, when I’m away, I’ll even think to myself: I wonder what my cat is doing right now. Which is completely ridiculous. Because I know what she’s doing right now: she’s sleeping. Or possibly playing with her water dish and getting water all over the place, which would be driving me completely crazy if I were home, so I should just be happy I’m not home.
But, GAH, how I can I leave all this cuteness???
5. You guys, you guys, big news: I got a haircut.
I know this doesn’t sound like big news, but it kind of really is. You see, the last time I got a haircut in Michigan, I ended up spending way too much money for a cut that made me look like a triangle-head. Probably because I’m thirty-nine years old and have yet to figure out how to explain the haircut I want to hairdressers.
I’m always like, “Umm, well, I guess I want it, Idunno, shorter?”
And that’s how I end up periodically looking like a triangle-head.
Mind you, the triangle-head thing was totally the look I was going for in high school. Along with the puffy, two-tiered bangs.
But these days I’d rather have a cut that’s less pyramid-shaped. So, ever since, my over-priced, triangle-head haircut experience, I’ve been avoiding getting haircuts and/or waiting until I visit Buffalo, so I can see my regular hairstylist there.
But I finally caved this week and went to get my haircut by a friend-of-a-friend.
The first thing I said when I sat down in the chair was: “Please, no triangle head.”
And I think it worked because it turned out super cute.
Of course, I wasn’t sure if it was super cute until the next day after I’d washed it and put about a million pounds of hair-goop on it.
Here’s the thing about having super curly, fine hair: you need to slather it with ridiculous amounts of conditioner and gel every morning, or you’ll end up with a big head of fluff.
Mind you, I didn’t know any of this until I was in my thirties. Which meant I spent pretty much all of my teenage years and my twenties alternating between looking like a triangle-head and a fluff-ball.
Let’s just say I’m glad that life stage is behind me.
6. Let’s talk about links, shall we?
Possibly my favorite thing on the Internet this week was this post about why ‘don’t worry about money, just travel’ is the worst advice of all time.
Especially this: “Traveling for the sake of travel is not an achievement, nor is it guaranteed to make anyone a more cultured, nuanced person.”
If you’ve ever stayed at a guesthouse on Khao San Road in Bangkok, you know this is the serious truth.
7. Note to self: don’t eat fermented canned fish.
Although I feel like that’s kind of a given, right? I mean, I hope there’s never a point in my life when I would think this is a good idea.
8. Confession time: I hate air conditioning.
Even in Asia when the summer months were all swampy and sticky, I prided myself on how little I turned on my air conditioner. Like, seriously, I bragged about it. Because that’s the kind of person I am.
So I’m totally on board with this post about how air conditioners are evil. And will possibly crush you to death.
(Spoiler alert: It’s pretty much like having a cat.)
10. Speaking of cats, this kitten and owl are friends in Japan.
Excuse me while I move back to Japan.
How was your week, folks? Have any haircut-horror-stories/air-conditioner-hate/kitten links to share? Please do!