Amateur blogger (yes, there are professionals) who started with a travel blog that quickly degenerated into blabbering. Along with a life goal of surfing with Eddie Vedder, attending BlogHer is now on my list.
Life will eventually stop giving you things and begin to take them away. I spent the New Year reminiscing on the fact and was grateful for the things I have, surrounding myself with good people. Cherishing them until they are taken away and loving them ever more when they're gone. Hard not to think deep thoughts as Conor pulled out his ukulele and serenaded us at his mother's request for a family member that passed over the holiday.
What a beast that kid is, huh? It's been ages since I sat around just listening to someone pluck at a guitar; felt good.
Also I ate milkshakes. Lots and lots of milkshakes. Because when I thought to myself, "What do sober people do for New Years, the one night where it is socially acceptable for the world to get collectively sloshed and especially rowdy?" The best idea I found was to make a frozen dairy dessert.
Yep, welcome to how my brain works.
You can't tell me this doesn't look amazing.
The shopping ensued and copious amount of candies were bought. The best part was searching for items watching people my age saunter around Meijer with their party hats skewed ever so slightly as they leaned against each other searching for the cheapest booze, and I knew I was strange to them as I debated between vanilla bean and french vanilla ice cream. But I was happy. It's nice to feel happy now and again.
And happy I was, until I spent the majority of my evening stuffing my face with all the fixin's. Then it was just painful.
But so worth it.
Happy New Year, everyone.
My resolution is to get back here a bit more often once the winter semester ends, but until then, enjoy your holidays.
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