My friend Monica came to visit me a few weeks back and during one of our discussions, she asked if I was still blogging. I told her that I hadn’t because I’ve been so busy with school. I thought about posting a few times in the past year but every time I failed to finish a post.
I’ve always done some sort of journalling, both on paper and online. But something about blogging on this blog doesn’t feel right. So I’ve decided that I would start a new blog. Milk Plasma on Toast has served me well and I’m always surprised by the amount of people that have read my posts. But I think it’s time to start something new. This blog seems to represent a phase in my life that was. I need a blog that represents a phase that is.
what the fuck is an adult? is the new blog title. Contents will probably be very similar to Milk Plasma on Toast. Hopefully those of you that are following this blog will migrate over.
The other day my appendectomy scar started to itch.
“Appendectomy?” you say?
I realised that I never posted about that. Well… a year ago… in the midst of getting divorced, my appendix decided that it too was gonna quit me. I didn’t feel too strongly about it staying seeing that it was causing me immense pain.
I used to joke about how I left behind all the unnecessary things. My tonsils. My appendix. My ex-husband.
Anyways. I realised the other day that it’s been a year since I last had an appendix.
So it’s been a year. How time goes quickly by.
How I feel about things have definitely changed.
I was telling a friend the other day that I used to wish that life was the way it was in 2011. 2011 was a great year. But only on the surface.
The other day, when I was having a low moment, I found myself briefly thinking that I wish it was 2011 but then I started to take apart that year. Living in Sweden was making me really miserable. I wasn’t going to do what I wanted to do. I wanted to become a dentist, I didn’t get into dental school. I was a bit of a mess from coming off anti-depressants and starting Concerta. I was really struggling with school. I was having anxiety attacks all the time.
2011 was not as great as I had perceived. Don’t get me wrong, there were some good times in 2011 but I’ve also realised that I don’t actually want it to be 2011.
While I may occasionally gripe about my parents, I do believe that they’re pretty awesome people. Awesome begets awesome. ;)
I’m at their place at the present moment and I must say that another awesome thing about my parents’ place is that there are always dumplings in the freezer. This, was breakfast.
I baked an apple pie in January and a lemon poppy seed cake in February but both of them did not turn out very well. The way those 2 things turned out actually made me quite upset.
But I am happy to say that the carrot muffins that I baked the other day was a success. YAY!
I was a bit concerned about the big pieces of carrot at first but they were fully cooked and the muffin was DELICIOUS. (Not only proclaimed by me but those who had it as well.) Someone said that the muffins were wrapped up like little presents.
I used Martha Stewart’s Spiced Carrot Muffin Recipe.
It’s been a while since I last grated carrots by hand so my arm was pretty sore the next day. I used to buy carrots when they went on sale, used the food processor to grate the carrots and freeze them in “carrot cake portions”.
I used 5×5″ pieces of parchment paper for the muffin “cups”. Advised by Kitchn (http://www.thekitchn.com/quick-tip-use-parchment-paper-95309) but didn’t bother to spray the pan. It wasn’t that big of a deal to pull a bit of parchment paper out of the muffin. The parchment paper didn’t stick to the muffin as a regular muffin liner usually does.
I made a key lime cream cheese icing to go with the muffin. I acquired a couple bottles of key lime juice, thanks to a friend’s parents. Once you use key lime juice, it’s just not the same to use regular limes.
In addition to my muffins turning out well, I got myself a new muffin tin. (Thanks to my friend Denise and her husband.)
Every muffin tin should come with a lid for storage and transport. EVERY muffin tin.
Oh hell… every baking pan should come with a lid for storage and transport. So many times have I faced the dilemma of how to put something away or take it with me ’cause I don’t have a container big enough.
I went out for dinner with my friend and her cousin the other day and I mentioned that I would be turning 30 on Monday. Her cousin asked if I had a 30 before 30 list. Then we talked about what might go on this list of 30 things to do before one turns 30. Would they be realistic? When would you start one?
Then I started thinking about the things that I have done before I turn 30. It’s not a bad list of things. It’s rather decent.
So here it is… things I have done before turning 30:
- Fell in love
- Experienced love in return from someone not family
- Got engaged
- Got married
- Got divorced
- Survived a serious heartbreak
- Bought a house
- Lived in another country
- Learned another language
- Lived in a different culture
- Made long term plans for myself
- Made long term plans with someone
- Travelled to non-English speaking countries
- Got a cat (2 in fact)
- Saw my favourite bands (more than once)
- Bought a car (sorta)
- Had an amazing garden
- Had my own home
- Had my own family
- Made some seriously awesome friends (real ones)
- Made some “grown-up” decisions
- Got to know some amazing people
- Married a rockstar
- Met a bunch of scientists
- Got know my family better
- Realised that some things are not that big of a deal (work in progress)
- Entertained Martha Stewart style
- Learned how to cook (pretty well)
I don’t have 30 things but it’s still a pretty decent list.
I didn’t think that turning 30 would be such a big deal (to me at least). Perhaps it’s the events that lead up to turning 30 that makes it so important ’cause I’m also in the beginnings of a new life.
I can say that I’m looking forward to life after 30. Perhaps even more so than when I was married and living in Sweden.
Since that post about babies, I’ve thought heavily on the whole deciding between career and having children.
Last night I decided that I would try to have it all. Who the hell says that I can’t? Why am I doubting myself years in advance? Who says I won’t end up with someone who will stand by me while I run off to be a rock star (aka go to dental school and become DR. Chan)?
The study of 2,000 people across the United States found women were considered to have reached their peak at 30, start to show signs of ageing at 41, stop looking “sexy” at 53, and are “old” at 55. (http://tinyurl.com/bmdytn4)
In a week I’m turning 30. My mom told me about this survey the other day. I can’t say if I feel more attractive than when I turned 20 but I will admit that I might be a touch more self confident. (Despite what has happened in the last year.) Perhaps it’s true when they say that self confident women tend to be more attractive. You know what? I’m just gonna run with that idea.