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The truth is, this blog has been giving me anxiety for the past year. I loved this blog, it was my thing, my happy place, my baby that I would dress up in fun little outfits and sing songs in the car with, but now, it quietly haunts me. A reminder of yet another project that I’ve let slip away. Much of has to do with the job — they pay me to write all day and having money lets me … have money, so yeah, see ya homes. But it’s not just that. I don’t want to post just to post. And it seems that every time I sit down and tell myself, “Okay, write something,” I start to wonder, what’s the point if it’s not going to add anything to anyone’s life? I look at the internet a lot and there’s a lot of the same shiznit. I don’t want to simply add to the chatter. Anyway, I’m not sure where this post is going. I know it’s the new year, and I could take this moment to proclaim, IN 2012, I WILL BE THE BEST BLOGGER IN THE GALAXY! but I’ve done that too many times to be taken seriously. Really though, in 2012, I can’t promise much, but I do strive for more rawness in my writing, more honesty, more me.

Today, I am 30. So far, there’ve been no tears or meltdowns or tantrums. Birthday success in my book.

I’m happy and sad about the milestone. Sad because I’ve embraced life as a twenty-something for so long (10 years if you’re counting) and it’s hard to simply shed that phase, that identifier. I’ve been able to blame my bad decisions and confusion about the future on my youth, but all of a sudden, it’s like I’ve run out of excuses. Dammit.

But I’m happy, too. Really happy. I can really picture myself loving my thirties. The decade is about finally knowing what’s right for you, and saying, hey, let’s do that. It’s also about dinner parties, possible family-growing and age-appropriate dresses. And more awesomeness, obvs.

(Do 30-year-olds still say “obvs”?)

Cheers to growing up.

Some tidbits that make me happy:

Martha Stewart didn’t become Martha Stewart, queen hostess with the mostess, until 41.

Julia Child didn’t learn to cook until 37.

At 32, J.K. Rowling was an unknown writer.

At 30, Suze Orman was a waitress.

Lucille Ball was 40 when I Love Lucy hit the air.

30, ready or not, here I come.

Do you Instagram? If so, follow me at woopics if you’d like. I just got my first iPhone and I’m in love!

So do what you know.

Been in a bit of a life-slash-internet funk lately. Hoping to find inspiration again soon.

They say it’s all about presentation.

Since I moved far away from my favorite little gift shop, Lundeen’s, which always wrapped my purchases so adorably (I may or may not have nodded and smiled when the recipient would squeal, “Oh my gosh, you’re the best wrapper ever!”), I must now devise a new gift-wrapping plan.

Mini-eco has an awesome tutorial for DIY woven paper gift toppers. All you need are strips of construction paper and newspaper. Cheap, easy (?) and way impressive.

Happy birthday to this guy!

Happy Father’s Day to this guy!

We celebrated both occasions at our place this weekend (one of the events featured Glee karaoke, the other featured a PBR piñata). I love my family, friends and our house. And food. And lamp. Hope you all had a great weekend.

Top photo by Raya Carlisle, bottom photo by Catherine Jun

“Those who talk about it are usually passed by those who are quiet and simply doing it.”
— The Daily Love

Photo by Chikara Umihara, 20×200

This commercial makes my heart burst. Google + an Asian baby? Pretty much the two greatest inventions ever. (Thanks, Vickie!)

Living in the new house has been surreal. The view along the coast is incredible, the nights are so still (all I hear are Matt’s snores) and everything just feels more … homelike, if that makes sense. Though the biggest surprise came last week when we looked out at our backyard and saw these guys.

Goats! Where did we move to?!

Apparently, they bring in goats just before fire season to clear at the brush. They’re gone now, but Matt and I are still in bewilderment. At random times throughout the day, we’ll blurt out “Goats!” and start laughing.

My life is weird right now. A good weird, yes, though I’m still trying to process it all.