Mommin' It Up!

June 11, 2013

Pinterest LIES.

One of the very first things I pinned on Pinterest many moons ago was this:

Here was the (FALSE) description:

strawberries dried in the oven. taste like candy but are healthy & natural. 3 hrs at 210 degrees……might be better than Twizzlers

So after having intended to make these for a year or two, I finally got around to trying them last night. After more than two hours of baking, I opened my oven to find this.

Those look almost the same, don’t you think?

They taste worse than they look.

I don’t know why I was surprised – the description should have tipped me off. Better than Twizzlers? There is no such thing.

June 6, 2013

But I don’t WANT to be Jenny when I grow up.

The beautiful thing about Jenny’s and my relationship is that we have nothing in common.

See that coffee picture up there? That’s not ACTUALLY our coffee, but it is representative of the coffee we both drink.

She’s the yin to my yang, the peanut butter to my jelly, the salt to my pepper, the republican to my democrat.

We are not supposed to be alike.

But because of my STUPID ADRENAL glands, I’m going to have to be like her after all.

In the worst way possible. (I mean, besides being a republican. Ha!)

I have to be gluten free.

And it pisses me off.

Not because I am going to miss the gluten (because I’ve been doing it for a week and a half and, whatever, it’s fine), but because I am NOW going to have to spend half my time rolling my eyes at MYSELF. Because all this “gluten free” nonsense is annoying. I’m going to have to get myself a gluten free pinterest board and ask servers “oh excuse me, is this GLUTEN FREEEEEE????” and never eat pizza again.

This is going to be AWESOME.

June 4, 2013

Jenny’s going to fire me.

Oh hi. Remember me? I’m the other cousin who used to write on here once in a while. I don’t know what my deal has been lately, but on most days I cannot think of anything to write about.

Today is no exception – drawing a total blank.

I’m in the midst of one of those stages where there’s 150 things going on at one time, and while nothing in particular is going poorly, it doesn’t seem like anything is quite right, either.

Evidently my meds need to be adjusted.

So, yeah. What’s up with you?