Age is just a number.

 

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“You’re only old if you think you’re old.”

Some wise words spoken from my best friend recently while texting each other. She had sent me a screenshot of a Facebook memory of us from three years ago, we were both in awe of the fact that it was three years ago. It felt like just yesterday.

I responded with “I feel so old” a phrase I’ve said so frequently in my twenties, and that was when she hit me with some truth.

You’re only old if you think you’re old.

Her words stuck with me.

Especially in a situation that came up last week.

I wanted to get my nose pierced and I asked my mom to come with me, with an ulterior motive to try and get her to have it done as well because I knew the thought was in her mind.

She was nervous.

Not for the pain or anything like that.

She was nervous because she thought she was too old for it.

My mom is so many things, but old isn’t one of them.

My sister and I were trying to convince her otherwise when the woman doing our piercings spoke up and told us that she just pierced the belly button of a 78 year old woman the other week..

and to do whatever you want and f*** what anyone else thinks.

Words of a genius if you ask me.

My mom ended up getting it done and let me just say she looks fantastic, she realized how much she wanted it done and that it was worth it to not worry about how she would look to other people.

Hearing that a 78 year old woman got her belly button pierced amazes me. I love knowing that someone at that age still feels young and is so happy with themselves and just wants to pierce her belly button. She didn’t care what anyone else thought, she just did it.

I hate the thought of people thinking they’re too old to do something, but there I was calling myself old to my best friend, and I’m only 27.

I have so many years ahead of me to do whatever I want.

Great things, stupid things, big things, small things.

And I’m not too old to do any of them.

I’m not going to book a flight tomorrow to a different city just because. I have priorities, but they don’t make me old.

I think one of the reasons we worry about how old we are on a daily basis, is that we get so caught up in our daily “grown up” tasks.

Working 40 hours a week, changing poopy diapers, maintaining the over flowing laundry basket, or paying student loans.

All things that are necessary to get through the day, but aren’t things that should make you feel old. Tired, but not old.

Since when did getting older make us old?

The older I get, the more responsibilities I have, but that’s something that comes with growing up. It shouldn’t hold you back from doing whatever it is that you want to do.

If you want to go skydiving, go skydiving.

If you want to listen to the Frozen Soundtrack all day, listen to the Frozen Soundtrack all day.

If you want to get a tattoo, go get a tattoo.

If you want to go back to school, go back to school.

I don’t think anyone’s too old to do anything, I think it’s the mindset that you feel old.

 That you have to live up to this thought that since you’re getting old you have to act old. That life gets too busy and hard so you simply can’t get out of your comfort zone and do something that you feel you might be too old for.

It feels good.

To feel young.

To forget your age and do whatever you want simply because you want to do it.

I swear sometimes I still feel 22, and that’s what I told my best friend when I was telling her how old I felt.

Her response?

“Then 22 it is, T Swift and all.”

If you feel 22 but you’re really 27 what’s wrong with that?

You still have those daily life things that happen but what happens when you’re done with them? Nothings holding you back from doing whatever you want, especially not your age. You just have to do it.

Drive with your music loud and sing terribly.

Sign up to take a new class for something you’ve never done before.

Stay up late and watch Netflix till you get that “are you still watching” message.

Laugh all night until your stomach hurts.

Go get your belly button pierced.

Sometimes it’s fun to forget your age every once in a while.

Give it a try.

 

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Pinterest in Real Life: Candy Dipped Brownies

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I’m not a cook.

I try to cook.

Big difference.

Sometimes it turns out great and I’m pleasantly surprised.

Other times I get this weird looking mess that sometimes tastes good.

Pinterest has become my best friend in recent years, giving people like me hope. Sometimes they are a bust, but other times you’re left having something Instagram worthy.

I decided to start a new series on my blog called Pinterest in Real Life where I try something I find on Pinterest out in real life and see if it’s possible to make pizza in a crock pot.

I’m still a little hesitant on that one..

The other night I decided to make candy dipped brownies as my first Pinterest in Real Life experiment.

I love brownies.

It doesn’t matter what kind of brownies, I love them all. So let’s just say I was a little excited to try this one out.

For this recipe you’ll need..

2 sticks of butter
3 cups of semi sweet chocolate chips
1 cup granulated sugar
1 cup of brown sugar
2 tsp pure vanilla extract
5 eggs
1/2 tsp salt
2 TBSP cocoa powder
1 1/3 cup all purpose
1 cup white chocolate chips
A lot of patience
Anything that sounds good to dip your brownies in.

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First thing you want to do is preheat to 350 degrees.

While you wait, spray a 10×10 baking pan with cooking spray. Don’t forget this one, no one likes brownies stuck to the pan.

Also, don’t use anything bigger than a 10×10, a 9×9 would probably work but don’t try to be different. I thought a bigger pan would be fine but my brownies ended up being too thin.

In a microwave safe bowl melt together two sticks of butter (no one said it was going to be healthy) and 2 cups chocolate chips until they’re melted, mine took about 2 minutes in 30 second intervals.

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Once you have you’re pretty little chocolate mixture mix in sugar and brown sugar.

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After that pour in your vanilla.

Next step is to beat in five eggs, one at a time. I did two at a time and the last one standing got to be featured in my picture.

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In a separate bowl mix together the salt, cocoa powder, and flour.

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After that combine you’re chocolate delicious mixture with your dry ingredients.

Pour everything in your pan…a 10×10 not anything bigger.

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Bake that bad boy for about 30 minutes or until you can place a toothpick in the middle of it and nothing sticks to it.

Thanks mom and dad for that tip.

While the brownies are baking get all of your toppings out and pour them in different bowls.

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When finished baking, take your patience out of the fridge and use it.

Seriously.

Don’t rush.

If I would have waited overnight they might have actually looked like the Instagram picture.

Once they’re cool cut them into squares and cut those squares diagonally.

In two separate bowls melt together your left over chocolate chips and white chocolate chips, those are going to be what gets your candy to stick to the brownies.

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Once your chocolate is melted, begin dipping the brownies in chocolate and on to the candy. Place them on parchment paper, which I just realized the recipe said, and let them sit at room temperature for an hour or so. I put them in the fridge to try and get solid and that worked just fine too.

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This recipe was crazy, there was so much going on and my kitchen took a beating. Not to mention I had to clean baby bottles in the middle of this all and help my husband give a baby with a poopy diaper a bath.

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These didn’t look exactly like the picture but I learned that if I was to do them again, I would add a little more patience to the mix.

I really enjoyed it though, it was fun making a recipe knowing that if I messed up it really didn’t matter, that it would make my post even more interesting. It was fun making something with absolutely no expectations knowing that at least I had brownies at the end of the day!

If you think of something that would be fun to test out from Pinterest, let me know. Or if you want to be a taste tester, I’d take those too!

OG Recipe here!

 

 

Sitcoms and Snow

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Oregon does not know how to do snow, ever. We’ve had some crazy snow in my lifetime but most Oregonians freak out and close the state down. Okay, it’s not that bad but a lot of people who live in Oregon overreact and in today’s case we got a snow day out of it.

I was so happy, it meant my husband didn’t have to go into work. We could sit under the christmas lights we have hanging from the curtain and watch the snow fall in flurries. Our son couldn’t really enjoy the snow, since he’s only six weeks old and would turn into a snowman out there. That meant we had to cozy up inside and watch it from the windows, and surprisingly I was okay with that. I usually like to go out and explore the snow, take some pictures, and let our dog run free. Not being able to do that today didn’t bother me one bit. I was so excited to introduce our son to the snow through the windows and see his eyes get wide at the sight of the ground covered in white.

Being at home with my family brought me back to snow days I had growing up. It was an excuse to be in PJ’s all day and watch sitcom reruns until the nightly news came on. The last major snow day we had was on my twenty fourth birthday. I was pretty devastated to be honest, when I couldn’t go out to Dutch Brothers or run around town and do things. I thought my birthday was ruined and was acting like it was my fourth birthday not my twenty fourth. My husband (boyfriend at the time) walked over to my family’s house with his dog and we all ended up playing outside. My brother and dad built a slope down our front yard and into the driveway, we all grabbed sleds and spent hours running around in the front yard playing in the snow. Even though I wasn’t acting like it, looking back, it was the best birthday ever.

Spending the day with my family and reminiscing about snow days has me thinking about how lucky I am to have them all around. How, especially during the holidays, spending all of the time you can with your loved ones is all that really matters.

My family used to go all out for the holidays. We spent Christmas Eve with my grandparents on my mom’s side and did our own special night and I always looked forward to the time we got to spend together. It might not have been this big thing but it was always fun. On christmas day we would go over to my other grandparents house and have this giant, amazing christmas morning. There were so many members of my family, a giant breakfast, and so many memories.

As the years passed the celebrations were different, each year smaller but still so special. We’ve lost both of my grandpas, and not having them around makes me really want to celebrate the holidays more. To celebrate every little thing and cherish every second I get to be around my family. Family is the most important thing during the holidays, and today helped me realize that.

When Ian’s older I want him to remember having these special memories during the holidays like I had growing up. I want him to remember being so excited for snow days because it meant him and his dad didn’t have to go to school. I want him to be so excited to go over to grandma and grandpas house to open presents on Christmas morning and remember every little moment as vividly as I did.

Today I sat at home with my little family and watched daytime sitcoms and watched the snow fall, just like I got to to when I was younger. Something so small, but still so special. Something that reminded me how important it is to cherish every single moment you get to spend with your family and to take advantage of the time you do get to spend with them.

Let it go, let it go.

If I had to point out my biggest flaw it would be that I am a control freak. I have to know what’s going on exactly when it’s going on. I try not to be too obsessive, because I know it’s not the healthiest thing in the world, but I find myself stressing out over the smallest things. The fact that the car in front of me is going too slow, or that I’m not early to work in the morning, because if I’m not early I’m late. I think that’s one main reason I hate flying, because I can’t see exactly what’s going on up front and have no control on if we hit turbulence or not..it’s either that or I watched too many episodes of lost.

 Having a child has made me lose most of my control, I have to realize that life now goes according to this two week old little boy who’s asleep next to me. I usually love the chaos, taking it and making it go exactly how I want it to go, but this chaos is like nothing else. This little boy lets me know when he’s ready to do something or when he wants to be held and cuddled, don’t get me wrong I love the cuddling, but my life is now on his schedule.

I think where it really gets me is when it comes to cleaning my house. I love cleaning, seriously it’s ridiculous how much I love cleaning. I get all antsy when I can’t wipe down the tables or organize our dogs toys. I haven’t vacuumed in 18 days…18 days. That might seem normal to some people but to me I would have never imagined I would live in a world where I didn’t vacuum at least once a week. I haven’t stopped cleaning my house because I am lazy or spend most of my time walking around like a zombie covered in baby spit up, but because my doctor told me I had to limit my daily activities due to my c-section. I hate being limited, almost as much as I hate not having control of everything. I want to constantly be doing things, all of the things.

This makes me sound like a head case.

I just know what I like and know how I like it done, but newborns don’t care.

It’s hard telling myself to let it go, to not stress and to just handle things as they come up. Life is about living in the chaos, not controlling it. Especially with a baby making it more chaotic, I want to just laugh in the middle of him peeing on me mid diaper change, and that’s what I’ve done. It amazes me how fast I have let things go. The other night when my husband and I were changing his diaper Ian decided he wasn’t done. We went through five diapers because he just kept going. Jason and I looked at each other and just laughed, making a joke out of the moment. In 5 years when he can go to the bathroom by himself we will be able to look back at that night and just laugh and tease our son for that time he went through five diapers at four in the morning.

I find myself thinking about how easily stressed out I was before Ian came into my life and how the smallest things would get on my nerves. Now obviously things stress me out still, life is not unicorns and roses, but I find myself letting the small things go a lot easier. My morning cup of coffee gets cold, the kitchen floor doesn’t always get swept, and sometimes dishes pile up in the sink, and the beauty in that chaos is that it’s all okay. Life doesn’t always go as planned and sometimes you can’t obsessively clean like you want to clean, and that’s okay. I never thought that lesson would take me 26 years to learn, but it did, and I feel like I am much better because of it. I’m not naive, I know there will be hard times and that’s perfectly okay with me. Life isn’t always perfect, that’s what makes it so great.