• 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

    34 things I learned in 34 years.

    Today is my last day as a 34-year-old. In a lifetime, 35 isn’t old. It’s probably better defined as the era of your prime. To my younger siblings, I’m old. To Scott, I’m young – even if it’s only by four months. To my kids, I’m old. My ob/gyn is checking off the advanced maternal age box – not that that will ever be checked.  35-years-old. There’s no hiding that I am an adult. I’m not old and wise but I’m not young and dumb either. I learned a few things. As I toast off 34 years, I can reflect how much I’ve grown since that bitter cold November morning in 1981. 34 things…