I’ve told myself I was done blogging. But, gosh darn it, I’ve missed it. I’ve thought on and off about other ways to keep such a perfect chronicle of my life happenings and among the options included were: keeping a Word document (too easy to forget about/get lost with countless other files), a diary (my brain moves faster than my hand can write), a five-minute journal (five minutes is far too short), a new Instagram account (my goal is that my words be greater than my pictures), but my blog is what I came back to every time.
To me, it is far better than any handwritten journal, because it is thought out, carefully written, precisely accurate, yet with a dash of creativity, of each written event. Plus, my top of my class typing skills* keeps up with the overwhelming number of things my brain spews out. Numerous times I have wondered about when something occurred in the timeline of my life or how I made a certain recipe (strawberry trifle, literally every time I have to go back to my old blog to see what order I put the layers in) only to remember I blogged about it and have a physical time stamped log of these things.
*Having the highest number of words per minute in computer class earned me a plaque in high school which I was far too proud of…yes, I am a little bit of a geek.
So, let me be up front. This is for me. Not for you. I need it. I don’t care about followers or stats. I care about writing and bottling up a piece of me in time.
Alright, alright, fine…there’s a small part of me writing for others. Like my lifelong friend, Amy, who literally asks me every time I see her when I am going to start blogging again. And my friend, Anita, who emails me encouraging little messages from time to time and tells me she loves to read my blog. And, of course, my mom, who thinks everything I write is perfect and meant to be published.
To make up for six months of radio silence, here’s a quick look at what I’ve been up to. One photo for every month missed:
My little cutie pants, Stitch, turned two.
Hubby and I traveled to NOLA. We ate the best food, cooked the best food, and listened to the best* jazz I have ever experienced in my life.
*Not an exaggeration, promise.
Remember how I went to Italy to see my brother and sister-in-law? They were able to come home for Christmas and stayed until February!
*I’m sure you’re wondering what the deal is with the burritos on the table. For now, I’ll leave the explanation to your curiosity.
Joel and Mal watched Stitch for us for a weekend so we could get away to one of our favorite places: NYC. We did our own pizza tour (eating four different slices within a few hours), ate donuts, and enjoyed the city!
We took a cooking class at our local community college and learned how to scale, skin, and debone fish. I’m one step closer to being ready for a zombie apocalypse.
We made our own Chicago style pizza at home. It was as great as we remembered Chicago style pizza to be, and surprisingly simple to make.
Now, you’re all caught up! Considering how many of these items have to do with food, it looks like not too much about me has changed in six months.