Howdy, friends! How’s your Sunday? Are you ready for another exciting post featuring slow cooker recipes and photos of my cat? Let’s do this.
1. Errmmm, so today’s my 40th birthday. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! I’m usually not one to get all freaked out about my birthday or my age, but, YOU GUYS, 40 sounds so ADULT. Like, at this age I should probably understand what the heck a mortgage is and how to program my thermostat. (Hint: I do not.) I mean, I still have to Google “how to boil a hard-boiled egg” every time I want a hard-boiled egg. Shouldn’t an adult already know that?
But, at least, I can stop feeling guilty about going to bed at 10 PM most Friday and Saturday nights. When I was in my twenties and thirties, that would have been considered lame. (Hint: I still did it.)
But now that I’m a 40-year-old grown ass lady, that’s just what we do. RIGHT, OTHER 40-YEAR-OLD GROWN ASS LADIES??? (Please tell me I’m right because I’ve basically hinged my whole 40-isn’t-going-to-be-so-bad life philosophy on that idea. That and the fact that I can start wearing my slippers in public because, whatever, I’M FORTY AND I WEAR WHAT I WANT.)
2. As a little early birthday present to myself, I went to a writer’s conference in Lansing yesterday. Because I know how to celebrate my birthday in style. (And by “in style” I mean “like the biggest nerd ever.”) This was my second writing conference ever, and I feel like the advice is kind of the same: sit down, shut up, write, keep writing, and don’t stop writing until you’ve finished writing. Oh, and then when you think you’re done, you need to start editing.
As basic as that sounds: it kind of helps to be reminded of that every couple months, you know? Especially that part about sitting down and shutting up and just writing already.
3. I finally got around to pounding nails into my new apartment walls this week. (Don’t worry. That is not a metaphor for anything.)
Here’s a little glimpse of my hallway with some artwork from Thailand, Brazil and Japan.
I promise to get a post up once the whole place is decorated. But first I have to wait until my interior designer (aka My Mom) shows up and helps me hang shelves.
Is that something else I’m supposed to know how to do by forty? Hang shelves by myself without making them all crooked and wonky? Because THAT ain’t happening.
4. My friend Beth at Portable Heart got nominated for a Liebster Award and she named me as one of her top travel bloggers. And, as if that wasn’t enough, she said I was really “consistent” at posting. I don’t know if I’d qualify my Sunday lists of slow cooker recipes and cat photos and the occasional non-random-stuff post as “consistent.” But I’ll take it!
Also, you should check out Beth’s blog because she writes beautifully. And you need to harass her to write more. You can tell her I said that.
5. A post I could have totally written myself: How to Waste Tons of Time and Not Accomplish Anything.
Except the part where she offers helpful tips on how to actually be productive.
6. I love this idea of writing a post of books that changed your life.
But I’m too lazy, so I’m just going to write my books here. They are: Jane Eyre, A Prayer for Owen Meany, Oldest Living Confederate Widow Tells All, Barrel Fever, The Devil in the White City, and Bel Canto.
What are yours?
7. I think I mentioned before that this year I want to work on making food that I would usually just buy because the idea of making it sounds super hard/time-consuming/like-it-will-interfere-with-my-binge-watching-tendencies.
Currently, I’m working on perfecting my pizza dough making powers. I used to just buy the pre-made crusts, but there is something so much more satisfying about rolling out your own pizza. I even attempted to throw it up in the air like they do at the pizza restaurants, but, yeah, that was NOT my best idea.
Next up: making my own broth. Bonus: it involves using my new slow cooker. (AKA: my one true love. Besides my cat.)
8. Speaking of my slow cooker (Does it seem like I’m ALWAYS speaking of my slow cooker? Probably because I am. I think this is also a sign of turning 40.), I made this cauliflower, sweet potato curry last week. And, OMIGOD, you guys, it made my apartment smell like a coconut milk and heaven all at the same time.
9. True story: The only time I ever got food poisoning while traveling was from a fancy-pants restaurant in Shanghai. Meanwhile, I ate tons of street food from ladies in dirty aprons with carts set up in the middle of dirt roads, and didn’t have a single problem.
But if you’re not like me and don’t have a stomach made out of cast iron. Or, say, you are actually concerned about the hygiene and safety of your food, this post on how to eat street food and not get sick is for you!
10. I promised you a photo of my cat, so here you go. Here she is sitting on the instructions for the bookshelves I put together this week because apparently paper is the comfiest.
Once she did get off the instructions, I realized I hadn’t been missing much because this was the instruction’s idea of a “helpful hint”:
Well, that’s it, friends. Now it’s your turn! Have any tips on how to be productive/ books that changed your life / slow cooker recipes / advice on how to turn 40 and not totally freak out? Let me hear ’em!