When you’re a baker, you want to make birthday cakes for everyone.
Seriously. If I could live my life in layer cakes, I would.
Apparently, when you’re a baker, you also assume everyone else has basic baking essentials to make this happen.
As I learned this weekend, they don’t. Seriously.
Blogger’s block.
It’s a thing.
I’ve been sitting on this cake for two weeks because I can’t think of anything interesting to tell y’all. I mean, the cake is interesting. Obviously. But I also operate under the delusion that y’all come here to read about Hannah’s and my crazy tics and embarrassing stories too.
And I can’t think of one for you!!
Well. We’ve been at this thing for 2 years now, and neither of us have diabetuhs. So…major accomplishment, I believe.
But no really! 2 years! When I was 2 years old, the internet wasn’t even a THING, and now look. We can come on here and let the whole wide world of web know all the super important, sophisticated, grown-up things that go on in our brains. I don’t even know what the internet would be like without us. Continue reading
Today is my 25th birthday. It feels very weird to actually be 25.
Like, when I was younger, I had a lot of ideas about what it meant to be a 25-year-old. Things that all people accomplish by the time they’re 25. More specifically, all the things I would have accomplished by the time I was 25. And approximately two of them have happened. Give or take.
So here’s my actual first quarter-century by the numbers.
Well. I’ve learned a lot of things in med school. But do you want to know the most important, real life useful thing I’ve learned?
It’s not a thing. It’s a skill.
I’ve learned – and I spent a whole year figuring this out – how to create this low-stress environment around me when I need to. This is good stuff people!
It takes a little time, but it’s not hard. You have to look around you and think, “What in this room is making me all fidgety and annoyed and 5-year-old-ish for no apparently reason? Is it that haphazard stack of 3 month old magazines? Is it the fact that I couldn’t find the TV remote right now if there was a gun to my head? Is it that it does not, in fact, smell like fresh peaches in here?” Continue reading
So, funny story: I might be typing this on an iPad. That’s probably something I never envisioned doing. Oh, the turns life takes. My laptop’s wireless card decided to stop working and I didn’t want to keep y’all without a post for any more days. Thus, I post from my iPad.
There are a few reasons why I find my iPad-posting bizarre.
Some might also say it’s bizarre that I made my dad a pink cake for Father’s Day. Whatever. I don’t like to do what’s expected (that’s maybe a big fat lie).
