Is 30 Middle-Aged?

So Matt and I were at the Michael Bublé concert this weekend and realized something...we may just be middle aged.

A few summers ago we went to a John Mayer concert. It was amazing. HOWEVER, we were surrounded by teenyboppers saying, "OMG. John is SOOOO HOOOTTTT!" The other night, it was, "Michael Bublé is so darling!" Aside from a few girls in their 20's, most of the crowd was 40+. We could tell because instead of jumping up immediately, the whole crowd stayed seated in a civilized manner. It was bliss. And then I felt old. When you add the fact that my joints are aching from my Celiac disease, I feel like an arthritic 30 year old. and yes, Michael Bublé was just darling. I wanted to pinch his cheeks. ;)

You should never look in a girl's purse...

And yet, here I am about to show its contents to the 3 people who read my blog.


Amanda at Swedish Pankakes tagged me in this little challenge...be careful what you wish for! I happen to be carrying my biggest bag today. My Cath Kidston cowboy bag. This sucker is mammoth and I carry it out of principle right now. I love the print but the bags a bit bulky. So this bag is my newest one and I've been carrying it for 1 month at the most. Without further adieu, the contents of the bag.

So, I found a letter I was supposed to give to my cousin a few weeks ago that he left at my parents (sorry Joseph! It's on the table for you), a stack of receipts and church bulletins "this deep", two prescription bottles which both curiously say, "MAY CAUSE DIZZINESS" and may explain why I've been dizzy. My business card holder, grocery lists for the last 3 weeks, anti-bacterial gel which I only use in China, my Bible, garage door opener, keys, iPhone (in my hand taking the photo), and the huge envelope that holds my various lip glosses, receipts, eye glasses cloth, and passport (you never know when you will have to escape). Curiously missing is my wallet....hmmmm. That must be in my other bag.

O.M.G. The perils of turning 17.

As I was delaying the inevitable nighttime ritual of brushing my teeth, I happened upon a blog of a 16-year old girl who is turning 17 in 3 days. She is freaking out because time is going too fast and she's almost 17. O.M.G. (says she) 

She thinks she'll die she's so freaked out by it. 17. She's only turning 17. Are you kidding me? Wow. I turned 30 last year and thought that was bad but 17, that is SO much worse. 

Things that make noise in the night

As I laid in bed an hour ago wondering if I should get up or lay there, I heard a noise. It was coming from the bedroom door or somewhere in that general area. It started slight and quiet, like a murmur. Then it gradually increased in volume and sounded like a contented sigh. The sighs were coming too closely together though and clearly it wasn't human. I kind of sat up to see what was happening. Olive, the ridiculous almost-1-year-old cat was laying my Matt and I's feet so surprisingly she wasn't causing noises. I got out and walked to the door. In the dim light from the hallway, I could see our senior citizen cat Hazel, age 12,  curled up in a tight little ball snoring away. I'd been slightly scared by a cat. And not for the first time mind you. She's done that before AND louder! She is the champ of snoring cats. She's woken me up out of a really solid sleep. She's even woken Matt up and that's a challenge let me tell you! There was something different about this snoring episode though. I'd never heard such a petite little noise grow in volume so quickly. And it was adorable too! The tiny little "hmmm. hmmmm. hmmmm." noises were so sweet and happy. It was similar to the noise she makes when she's really purring and her little heart is full...

Okay. Stopping. Really? "Little heart is full". I am CLEARLY sleep deprived. This has to end. How ridiculous. My next post should be on monster trucks to slightly redeem myself.  Little heart is full...for pete's sake!

Photo Explanation

The photo on my page is one that I took when Matt and I were in London for Naomi's wedding to Andy in September. This amazing flower stand was just outside of the Kensington Tube station. 


The photo for my profile was also taken on that trip. We took it at the Tower of London.


London. One of the best places on Earth.

The shaping of the blog.

When I was a little girl, I wanted to be a librarian. That way I could get locked in the library at night and just read whatever I wanted to. I didn't have to worry about some other punk kid checking it out. I could have it all to myself. I guess I see now where my lack of sharing comes from.


I still think about that little girls dreams and aspirations from time to time. Why would I want to stay in a dark, vast library by myself? I hate being alone now as a 30 year-old. I still love reading though. My parents got me a Barnes & Noble nook for Christmas and its rarely left my side. I'm trying to figure out something new to read though. I'm reading a book right now that is a self-help kinda thing and it's boring me. Guess I don't want to help my self THAT much.


Matt's off tonight on a new Comic venture. He's meeting with a bunch of creators like him. I may start calling it the "brain trust" if it works out. I'm so thrilled for him that he's been drawing pretty much non-stop these days. His dream is to do this for a living and I'd love for him to be happy all of the time. At work right now he's working on a special new stationery item for a new client. I'm crossing all fingers and toes that it works out. Watch this space if it does.

What's in a name?

"I'm going to write a blog" I said to my husband Matt (herefore called MattyG)
"Oh, yeah! That's cool. What are you going to write about?"
"No idea. Stuff I guess."


Wow. Riveting. Stuff. So Here it goes.


I never realized how much pressure I would feel coming up with the title! It had to be clever, perfect, pensive, thoughtful (is that the same as pensive?), and above all funny.  Here's a glimpse at what I thought about (and yeah, Parsnips + Pistachios was the best I could come up with):

• Favorite song titles ranging from "If I Could Forget to Breathe" to "Like the Weather" were considered but although I love the songs, once I looked at the lyrics, they um were a little depressing. I had NO idea and I'd been listening for years and years to these songs.
• "Keep Calm & Carry On" and "Don't Panic" were both evoked and used up.
• Nicknames: I have a plethora of nicknames. Moogan, Nutmeg, Megaphone, Mega, Megatron, MeggieB (for Britton my maiden name), MeggyG (for Gross my married name), and Meggerinos (don't ask, I can't explain it).
• Names that had meaning relating to Celiac Disease, my faith, my cats, or something I cherised more than anything.
• Things my little brother wanted to be called as a kid: Bite Bite, Sharkboy, etc.
• "Learning Mandarin" because I'd like to but then this would give me pressure and let's face it Mandarin is hard enough.
• Favorite Foods. One friend has a great title based on a favorite food but I couldn't narrow it down to one thing so I've got a bizarre pale green and yellow combo.

So in the end, I don't have anything clever or funny. Cute or pensive/thoughtful. My only explanation is Pistachio ice cream is my favorite. Parsnips are one of the best veggies. These two things are not loved by many and that confuses me. I just think they are misunderstood...like most people.