I have a friend who among mutual friends is known as the "recipe Nazi" she is an amazing cook, and makes all these fantastic treats and absolutely refuses to share her recipes with anyone. I used to laugh and think that was totally crazy... used to.
My ward is putting together a cookbook and the relief society pres asked me if i would submit some of my recipes. For a second, just a second, i wanted to say "NO!" but of course i didn't, and the other day i set about entering my recipes into the online book.
I found myself actually being picky about the recipes i was going to share, how ridiculous is that? I would enter one recipe, and skip about 4 before i entered another one. So answer me this, when in my life did i become a recipe Nazi????
I went to the doctor the other day and left with like a MILLION prescriptions.... granted some of them were for my husband, but tell me this, when did i become the old lady with the full pill box????
When i was in my twenties, i drove like a bat out of hell. Last night, i had to go and pick up James from work. It was about 9:00 and dark outside, and i nearly had a panic attack getting there.
I cant see in the dark anymore for some reason, and spent the whole drive complaining to myself about the traffic and the stupid road construction. At what point in my life did driving become an absolutely painful experience????
A few months ago we went to a birthday party at a friends house. As we were leaving they were saying how they don't get to see us often enough. As we walked to the car, one of them shouted after us. "come and visit us again soon, even though i know you are busy with all your OTHER friends!"
i laughed, then i said to James, "I wonder if they really do think we have abandoned them for other people...." because the sad truth is the only "other friends" James and i have are... well James and i. we used to have lots of friends that we hung out with. parties we would throw or go to. but for probably the last 2 years or so, the only person i find myself wanting to hang out with is James. and leaving the house? pft, why would we. when did i become agoraphobic????
I turned 35 on my last birthday. that was tough. I'm not sure why, it didn't bother me when i turned 30, but for some reason 35 was a lot harder. I am changing, and not for the better in a lot of ways. But at the same time, i have a sense of peace and comfort that i never had in my twenties. I'm grateful for all the good things in my life, and the good things about me. hopefully they out weigh all this craziness.
A new thing
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