Oh, about 5′ 7″, 5′ 7 1/2″ on a good day.
That right there? That line in italics up there? That’s what I call a “dad joke”. I know I didn’t make up that phrase, but I like to think that MY dad is the reason for its existence, because if there was ever a man who could tell a lame joke and somehow still manage to get people to laugh, that man is my dad.
Maybe we were laughing at him and not so much with him, but shhh, he doesn’t need to know that.
HI DAD!!! Thanks for reading my blog!
When someone would ask what he’s up to, he’d answer with his height, because, yeah. Hardy har har. And here I am, all following in his footsteps like an obedient daughter.
So let’s get all caught up on what I’ve been up to lately, shall we?
I’ve been making stuff, naturally. Cookies, even.
Let’s all pretend to be surprised now.
These cookies were a tweaked version of Averie’s Brown Sugar Coconut Oil Cookies. I have tons of coconut oil and even though I have tried it in baking, I never really liked it. Until these cookies changed my mind. WOW.
I used erythritol and 4 T of molasses in place of the brown sugar and it was perfection, kids. I also slightly under-baked them (as is my custom and my secret to making perfectly soft and chewy cookies) and I’m not exaggerating here – these are the best cookies I’ve made in….a really long time.
Make them. Now.
Remember that my gym membership expired back in January and I decided to not renew it? I was a little apprehensive, wondering if I’d get bored or whatever without the gym.
No way. I love it.
The gym is only a few blocks from my house, but I still feel like I save SO much time! Not to mention I get to watch tv while lifting weights, listen to NPR while doing my made-up yoga, and read books that are perched on my ironing board-cookbook stand ghetto rigged up reading platform.
Oh yeah, and I can work out in clothes that are completely unfit for public.
Not that I’m a stickler for fashion, mind you. But many days, I find myself with 15-20 minutes to kill, so I just jump on the bike upstairs for a bit and call it good. I may do that a couple times a day, or maybe I’ll do that in the morning and then some yoga or weights after work.
It’s been really nice to be super spontaneous and not have a plan.
Says the planning freak.
Speaking of reading, I’ve been doing a whole lot of that, too.
I just love reading. I love books. I’ve read 13 books so far on my way to 60 for the year. Still not my Goodreads friend? COME ON ALREADY.
I’m reading Quiet now, and it is every bit as awesome as I had heard. Susan Cain is making Introversion cool again, kids. Look out. I’m a get all Steve Wozniak up in here and build the next big super computer. (No I’m not.)
I’ve been doing the usual stuff too. The exciting stuff I can’t talk about here, teaching, grading, learning, etc.
And for two whole months now, I’ve been successful in my “Make something everyday” New Years goal!
Maybe I modified or *ahem* bent the rules a couple times, but as I said when I started this thing, My game, my rules. Well, I didn’t say that then, but I’m saying it now. And it’s been true the whole time, I’m grandfathering that rule in. Which I can do, because, again, my game, my rules.
I’ve made some serious progress on that ripple blanket too. I am going to have a really hard time giving it away, I think.
If you recall, it was supposed to be a baby blanket. Since I crochet it while it is all crumpled up on my lap (seriously, the yarn is so soft and cozy!), I didn’t really know how big it was and I decided to find out yesterday.
Here it is. On my QUEEN SIZE bed.
Yeah. It’s a little bigger than a baby blanket. Whoops.
I’m too invested in it to tear it out though. I have plenty of yarn to make a full size, grown up person blanket, so I am starting to think selfish thoughts.
Slap my hand!
What are you up?