The Kid-less Friend

IMG_6465Scrolling through my social media feeds all I see is ” Moms question on this” or Moms what’s your favorite this.” No one ever says ” Kid-less person what’s your take on this” or “Kid-less person whats your opinion on that.”  My most favorite thing, is if you have an opinion on a child acting like the spawn of satan, you will get a ” You will understand once you have kids.”  Nope. Pretty sure I don’t need special mommy super powers to spot an asshole 10 year old.

” This girl is my best friend, we do everything together.” ( insert picture of mom and 5 year old) Really? We’ve come to this? I’ve been replaced by 5 year olds. She can’t even drink. I’m sure she has great insight on Paw Patrol, but does she know the gossip about The Real House Wives of Beverly Hills? If she does, you’re a shit mom. All jokes aside. I get it. I am pretty sure my dogs are my best friends. IMG_8101.jpg

I thought I was ready to have children a couple years ago, nope. I was at my friends house with her kid and our other friend joined us with her kid. I brought my niece. Looking back at this day, I totally used my niece as a test pilot. ( sorry Morgan) Anyway, I thought we would let the little nugget loose in the backyard and have a glass of wine, or a beer,  I would of settled for a snack. The conversation turned into birth stories, dark nipples, baby blowouts, sleeping 2hours a night and natural vs pain killer delivery (Take the drugs, duh.) The question I tapped out on was, Did you eat your placenta?  I knew right then, I was nowhere near mature enough to have children.

 I love all my friends, and their little nuggets. This is a stage of my life, where I am focused on growing and creating who I want to be. My friends are focused on growing themselves and tiny humans, I get it. Everyones tired.

My 27, senior citizen self will keep posting  pictures of my fur babies while you post cute pictures of your babies.


Pecan Chocolate Chip Brownies




 Welcome back to my tiny kitchen. The weather has been blah here in Carson City NV. Brownies seemed like the perfect solution yesterday. I love baking brownies, they are really hard to mess up. You don’t have to worry about them rising, or being over done. Everyone likes a little bit of chewy brownie edge.  Cooking in an RV oven, I will take any help that I can get. These brownies came out so good, and so tasty. I doubled my recipe. The guys Jordan works with are all working away from home too, so I like to send him to work with some homemade goodness.

Pecan Chocolate Chip Brownies

Course Dessert
Cuisine American
Prep Time 15 minutes
Cook Time 30 minutes
Total Time 45 minutes
Servings 12 people


  • 2 Eggs
  • 1/2 cup All- purpose flour
  • 1/8 Baking Soda
  • 1/2 cup Chocolate chips
  • 1/2 cup chopped Pecans If you don't like nuts, add another 1/2 cup chocolate chips
  • 3/4 cup Cocoa powder unsweetened
  • 1 tsp Cornstarch
  • 1/4 tsp Salt
  • 1 1/4 cup Sugar
  • 1 tsp Vanilla extract
  • 1 Stick Butter 3Tablespoons


  1. In a bowl stir together all dry ingredients, flour, salt, cornstarch, and coco powder. In a separate bowl, mix together softened butter, sugar, eggs and vanilla. As you mix the wet mixture gradually add the dry mixture until it all comes together.
  2. Chop your Pecans if not already chopped. Stir in Pecans and Chocolate Chips. Grease 8x8 pan ( or 13x9 if doubling recipe.) Place brownie mixture evenly in pan. Bake for 30-40 minutes. Check with toothpick until center of pan comes out clean.

Midnight in Paris


” But Paris After Midnight is Magic.”

   Walking around Paris at night is a dream. We arrived late afternoon and started walking the city. It was to late to go into any of the attractions, but somehow it worked out in our favor. Seeing Notre Dame and the Eiffel Tower all lit up was magic.

We walked along the Seine River and ate at this awesome outdoor pizza place. Everything was handmade and simple, like a lot of places in Paris. Our hotel was located in the Bastille Neighborhood. The Metro was a block from our hotel. We stayed at Ibis Paris Bastille Opera 11th Hotel, it was a 2-3 star hotel. Simple, clean and everything you need to sleep, because that is all the time you will spend there.

The neighborhood we stayed in was perfect. It was off the tourist path and we had shops, bars, Metro and a market right next to our hotel. I love the Parisian Cafe seen. You buy a bottle of wine and hang out side on a little two top table. It didn’t matter if it was a Tuesday, these people were out socializing, having a cigarette and sharing a glass of wine. I think there is something we can all learn from the Parisians, besides the smoking.

Even though I love wine, my husband, Jordan was wined out. We found an Irish pub, with an Australian bar tender that drank as much Guinness as he served. This man, I still can’t remember how to spell his name ( Timenea) grew up a sheep herder in Southern Australia. He didn’t like that life, so he moved to Romania, worked at a hotel and then ended up working at a Irish Pub in Paris. Pretty wild, right?

(Timenea) introduced us to Andy, an English man that was working on a wealthy Sheikh’s horse property outside of Paris. As the night went on, so did the shots of Jameson and pours of Guinness. The Aussie teased the Britt about his love for the queen, or as Andy called it ” His Queenie.”  As the night grew later ( Timenea) invited us to his apartment. He said it was just down the road, so why not. Three miles later we arrived. ( Timenea) was super eccentric and a bit out there, but thats what made you want to know more.

We drank beers and talked about politics, differences between all of our countries, and the similarities. Everyone was really drunk and loud, and it was great. I am sure I could of gotten some great insight, but we were all too many beers past that. I do remeber lots of laughing though.

After a wicked hang over and 2 hours of sleep we barely made our flight home. When I told people we were going to Europe,  ” that will be so fun” was always followed by ” be careful.” Yes, there are things you should be aware off, just like anywhere. Are you a tourist or a traveler? Making local friends and being invited in to his home, was such a highlight on our trip.  The night at an Irish Pub in the middle of Paris was my favorite night of our trip.