• NaBloPoMo

    36 things I learned in 36 years.

    I’m 36 years old and one day. I am another year older, wiser, but still not any more mature. 36 things I learned in 36 years – in no particular order: Make your serving size. Leftovers aren’t good. They just aren’t. There may be a few recipes or meals that hold an exception but I can’t think of anything worth mentioning. Eat the serving size in front of you. Seconds are better than leftovers. Eat and exercise like you have heart disease and diabetes. Because you will if you don’t exercise. This one is not fun. I know. But it’s necessary and maybe, just maybe, it will become fun. People will think what they…

  • NaBloPoMo

    Not the birthday post.

    I should save this for my birthday post. November 27th, thanks for asking. But I don’t know what to write about so happy early birthday to me. I’m 36 this year. I’m still 35 as I type this. Things I learned in 36 – still 35 – years: I hate gum now. Chewing gum tastes like chewing on a mint piece of rubber. It doesn’t matter how old you are – girls are still cliquey. I’m pretty sure hangovers can kill. No, not the alcohol. The hangover itself might just kill you. Wearing a fake penis makes you want to grab yourself. I get it, guys. I get it. It’s just…