Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Welcome to the 21st Century, Me.

I resisted, I kicked, I screamed, I held tight to my mediocre intelligence phone, and I was just fine with checking my email and Facebook when I could find wifi for my iPod Touch (yeah...I had one. Happy Valentine's Day last year to me!).
And then I caved.
I got myself an iPhone (which, I might add, is less per month than a dumb phone...), revived the 9 year-old Mac Powerbook G4, started Pinning at lightning speed with more desserts and pumpkin flavored goodies than I care to admit, and also started to Tweet. Twit. Tweeter. I'm getting the hang of it.
And here I am with a blog!
I have to admit, I had nothing to do with the entire setup and design. Did I mention I'm not technological?
Melissa did it for me. She's awesome at all things that come with wires and buttons.

I love anything with beauty, Sephora and the MAC counter being my mothership, I run marathons (not crazy running marathons, one a year. for now), and I bake anything and everything. From the most unhealthy to the crunchiest of crunchy. Life needs balance and variety. You will find that all here. Makeup advice, running tips, and recipes recipes recipes. Yay!

I wanted a place to share what I know and what I find out. Who doesn't like to do that? It all goes back to the playground in elementary school where you hear something absolutely life-changing and you feel the need to tell anyone within a 100 ft radius.

[you bend down in the mulch and find a quarter, a key, and sparkly marbles] 
OH MY GOSH GUYS! COME HERE! LOOK WHAT I FOUND!
[kids come running from all around. new. different. exciting!]
WHOOOOAAAAA! THAT'S SOOOOO COOOOOOL! WHHHOOOOOAAA! WHAT DOES THAT KEY OPEN???
I DON'T KNOW! you say, matter-of-factly. BUT IIIII FOUND IT. IIIII'LL HAVE TO TEST OUT ALLLLL OF THE DOORS TO SEE!
LUCKYYYY! the other kids shout. IIII WANT TO FIND A KEY TOOOOO!
[all of the kids run frantically trying to find treasures too. but you have it. you're the keeper of the things. you can teach them of their miracles.]

Dramatic? Yes. Too much? Probably. Reminds me more of a strip of Calvin & Hobbes than anything else, but we can all relate to that comic strip even now. Long story short? I want to share my quarter, key, and sparkly marbles with you guys.
Even if the only audience I have is my mother, Kyle because I've put on the puppy dog eyes for him to make positive comments, and Melissa, because she had a hand at helping me start this.

On that note, I will end this first post with a thought of the day:
Why is it that in every box of public plastic utensils, there are only knives? And the one day that you bring leftovers, the box somehow disappears?