Meat-izza is Gross

07/28/2003

Well, I know all of you were drooling and waiting to see if my meat-izza recipe was as delicious as it sounded. Unfortunately, it was gross. I couldn’t finish mine because it tasted strongly of gross stuff. I think it was the 1/2 cup of chicken boullion that did it in. I’ve never heard of that much boullion going in anything. But, the recipe has potentional so I may try it again with my own personal tweaks.
Sometimes I feel like being in my twenties is a really awkward phase of life. Maybe even more awkward at times than middle school. It’s very strange to adapt to a life away from your parents and away from school after 18 years of living that way. It seems pointless to be focusing so much on careers. I mean, I know that having a stable job and making money is important, but it seems that everything revolves around that. I’ve had two years of that and it’s already pretty mundane. Don’t get me wrong, I really enjoy my job. I think that I have the best job in the world (it’s cool that I actually get paid to do it). But, I really feel that there’s more to life than that. Just not right now. I guess that’s why I started playing the cello. Need a little something to mix up the day-to-day. I guess that’s also why I tried making meat-izza. Needed a little something to make me vomit. Just kidding. :-)
I think I’ve also had a difficult time transitioning from Christian Land (Bethel) to the real world. It’s so different. I had Bible studies, chapel, teachers that prayed and spoke of Christ, really strong Christian friends…all that stuff. I haven’t found much of that out here. Our church is great, but it’s been odd to feel like I fit in. I’ve had a hard time finding Christian friends that are close. I’m still pursuing this path…it’s just been extremely awkward and frustrating at times.
I’m not trying to sound depressing because I’m not depressed. I’m just expressing how awkward life feels at times. Transitions between life stages are hard. I’m really blessed to have such an awesome husband and families to back me up. I can’t imagine how difficult life would be without that.
So…I’ve babbled enough. Until next time, my friends….