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NaBloPoMo Day 30: Peace ahhhht

I was just about to go to bed, because it is now 10 pm and I have an 8am flight to catch. I then remembered that it is the LAST DAY of NaBloPoMo and I have yet to post anything today.

SO HERE IT IS.

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That’s how it is done. NaBloPoMo complete.

Now it’s time for some beauty rest.

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NaBloPoMo Day 2: My 30s. The Best.

I remember the pain and awkwardness of my 20s. My teens was painful and awkward, too, but it was pre-widespread internet usage, so I was not as aware in realtime of how awkward I actually was.  When I was in my 20s, I could see everyone else being so put-together and grown up. Yet there I was, in the wobbly-baby-giraffe phase of my adulthood. It was no fun at all. I did have the benefit of several friends already in their 30s who had their acts more-or-less together (at least more together than mine) who were helpful beacons in navigating that decade of transition. Even though I claim to celebrate my 29th birthday again every year, I’m comfortably in the decade of “I certainly don’t have-it-all, but I’m satisfied with what I have.”

Inspiration for this post came to me in the shower this morning. The shower is my best thinking spot, especially when I make Mr. Beez take Baby Beez to school, leaving me to take a shower without a small person tapping on the glass door and demanding attention. 10 minutes of quiet do wonders for the brain.

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In my few minutes of thoughtful solitude, I thought about all the ways that my 30s have been better than my 20s:

  1. I am no longer terrified of going into the movies or a restaurant or a bar by myself. Sometimes I even go alone on purpose. And LIKE it.
  2. I can comfortably navigate a bar menu and wine list.
  3. I am OK with my tastes changing from time to time. I can acknowledge that things I used to hate have become things I now love (see: mint, Indian food, massages, popcorn balls, Bloody Mary’s), without fretting that a change in taste has destroyed my identity. Who knows, maybe someday I will even develop a taste for dark beers or sweet white wines.
  4. I’m less hung up on what other people think. I can’t claim I don’t care what other people think, I still do, but I do not allow my life to be driven by the judgment of others. Because sometimes the comfort of wearing yoga pants completely outweighs the side-eye tossed in your direction.
  5. I’ve become much better at finding the “bright side” of things, even tiny mundane things.  For example, recently I was stuck waiting in Family Court from 9am-4pm. In my 20s I’d be buzzing around furious. Now, I realize I have no control over when my case will be called, so might as well sit back, read a book on my phone, and relax. Maybe this has more to do with being better at realizing what I can control and what I cannot, but in any event, it makes life a lot easier.
  6. I have a better sense of my strengths. I am better at focusing my efforts (whether at work, volunteering, etc.) in ways that channel my strengths, and bringing in help to fill in the gaps where I am less strong.
  7. I have a better sense of my weaknesses. And I can tell which weaknesses are worthwhile to develop and overcome, and which ones I should accept and move on (I will never be a dancer or a concert pianist. And that is fine with me.)
  8. My friendships are closer and stronger than ever before. Your 20s is all about networking and casting your net as wide as possible. In your 30s, those friendships really develop into people you can count on, and who can count on you.
  9. I can finally do a reasonably good job at blowdrying my hair, applying my own nail polish and putting on liquid eyeliner. Those skills take PRACTICE. Relatedly, I can walk in heels without looking like a drunk flamingo.
  10. I can go to bed at 9pm and feel awesome about it. No more of this hitting the bar at 10pm business. That’s what happy hour is for. I like my sleep.
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NaBloPoMo Day 1: Welcome to #NaBloPoMo and a Recipe for You

NaBloPoMo Day 1: Welcome to #NaBloPoMo and a Recipe for You

It’s NOVEMBER! In addition to the 18 day countdown to my 29th (again) birthday, it’s also National Blog Post Month (or, National Novel Writing Month for People Who Do Not Have the Attention Span to Write A Novel….but that hashtag was unwieldy).

I’ve participated in NaBloPoMo a few times in the past. Some years I have made it the whole month. Other times, the rest of life has pushed blogging to the backburner, and I have lost steam. Blogging has taken a backburner a lot lately, and I’d like to turn that around.

My first post is not full of insights and witticisms because I’ve got a narsty chest cold that left me sleeping on the couch most of the day. Mind you, the husband wasn’t home all day, so this meant my 5 year old was physically climbing on me and jumping on me and I was without energy to yell at her or fight her off. So yeah. #DangKids  Also, she never stops talking ever. At all. And if she stops with words, she starts with singing or noises or smacking things around to make noises with them. Calgon please take me away. To anywhere that is silent and does not involve a 5 year old knee to my sternum.

I did manage to throw together a respectable miso stew that is hitting the spot.  Like many comfort foods, the photo is unimpressive, but it tasted good and helped me feel a little better.

Miso Stew

Ingredients:

1 onion

Some oil (I used olive oil, you can use whatever you like to fry things in)

Some garlic

Some ginger

Some rice vinegar

Block of tofu (preferably previously frozen then defrosted)

Dried Kelp or kombu

Sliced shitaake mushrooms (I used frozen)

Miso paste

Soba Noodles

  1. Slice up the onions and cook them in a soup pot with the garlic and ginger until fragrant
  2. Add in a bunch of water, as well as ginger, rice vinegar and miso. You’ll probably need more miso than you expect, unless you are good at cooking with miso and already have a feel for that kind of thing.  I say “some” for all of these, because I added them in til I got the taste I wanted.
  3. Slice the tofu into little blocks and add it, along with the kelp or kombu and shitaake mushrooms, and cook for a while. I think I brought it up to a boil and then simmered for like half an hour or so.
  4. Add in the noodles and cook for a while. I think they were done in about 10 minutes.

Serve with a side of your preferred decongestant, and hopefully you’ll be feeling better in a jiffy!


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BOOM. Yoga Revelation. And E2.

I had an awesome bikram yoga class today. I was focused, working hard, and did an awesome job. And during this fantastic class, I had a moment of clarity: These NaBloPoMo posts are getting boring. So I’m ditching them. SEE YA.

Now on to something fun– FOOD. Mr. Beez and I took our friends Christine and Trav out to E2 for a birthday brunch.

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I’ve been meaning to go there for ages, and was thrilled that Christine selected it. I’ve heard that the wait there can be hours long, so we went on the early side (10am). The dining room is very tiny, and can seat maybe 20-25 people. They have a nice big party room downstairs, where we sat and drank coffee while we waited for our table to open up. Even though the seating in the downstairs area are big communal tables, it would be really nice if they would open this area up for more brunch seating.

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E2 is BYOB.  And brunch isn’t brunch without mimosas.

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E2’s menu changes continuously, and this week’s menu was full of fresh winter vegetables and comfort foods.

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But there is also a standing menu of sweet and savory beignets.  These savory zeppoli (with pepper and cheese) were my favorite part of this delicious meal, and the caramel nut beignets were a close second.  I’m not much of a doughnut fan, but E2’s fried dough made my tastebuds sing.

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I ordered the butternut squash frittata.  On the whole it was delicious, but it could have used just a little kick.  I think it would have been perfect if there were some spicy sausage mixed in, or maybe I should have tried topping it with a bit of sriracha. That being said, it was still tasty, and I would not hesitate to order it again.

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Mr. Beez also happily devoured his omelette.  Our meals were hearty and reasonably priced.  I was glad that we did not get stuck with a terrible wait, and the servers were nice an attentive during our little wait.  E2 is a gem in Highland Park’s cute little business district.
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NaBloPoMo Day 9: Administrative Assistant

I work most weekends, but hardly ever spend my weekends in the office. Usually, I can get my work done from home. On the weekends that really do require my presence in the workplace, Mr. Beez and I can usually sort things out so that he’s at home with Baby Beez when I’m at work, and vice versa. Some weekends don’t work out that way, and the final result is a field trip for Baby Beez.

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I’m involved in a big filing for tomorrow, and the degree of coordination required meant I needed to be in the office.  (And yes, I really DID have to use the Bluebook today.)  Mr. Beez also had obligations, so Baby Beez visited work with me. She watched Finding Nemo 1 and a half times, she wrote all over some scratch paper (pens are fascinating to her right now), she looked out the window, she ate some pretzels, and she threw some papers around. There was no screaming and no flailing, and I DID get my work done, so all in all it was a success.

When I was young, my mom worked at my school, so going to work with her was not a novelty.  My dad is an operating room nurse, and he once took me on a little tour of the OR, and I even got to watch a heart surgery (and by watch, I meant spent the time in a corner, holding onto a wall, trying not to pass out or be sick).  It was about the coolest thing my little self go to do.  I love it that our county has a big “Take Your Kids to Work” program at the courts, and can’t wait until Baby Beez is big enough to participate.  I am not pushing her to be a lawyer, but I do think it’s important to understand what Mommy is doing during those long hours away.