I think I read Marian Keyes' first book, Watermelon, about 13 years ago. The book was released in 1995, and I discovered it 9 years later.

I can't stop thinking about this photo she posted on Instagram last month. She just now translated this book - a book that was released 22 years ago - into Icelandic and released it last month.

It was a good reminder that fiction never goes out of style!

5 resolutions for 2018

Good morning good lookin, and Happy New Year! I rang in the new year with a carb-laden homemade Italian feast alongside my baby daddy, because I'm 'up the duff,' as they say. And by 'they' I mean the Scots, or at least that's the accent I always affect when I say it. It's a loose interpretation of a Scottish accent and it usually comes out more Dick Van Dyke in Mary Poppins/working class Boston, but that's neither here nor there. 

Anyways, I'm a sober lass these days, and while I'm shunning whiskey, wine, and cocktails (oh my), I've left myself loads more time to think and reflect. I usually don't know what I want this early in the year, since I'm rarely able to see past the inevitable sugar crash after a solid month of indulgence. I usually need more time to find clarity. 

Not this time, friends. I'm ready to go. Let's go. It's go time. Ready to go? Alright, here we go:

1. Create more - I realize I have a head start here with a little fetus forming as we speak, but I don't want to stop there. I want to write the last book in my first series, and I'd like to do it soon. Like, maybe by March. I have less than 600 words done which is like less than 1% of a book, but I've got this, right? That's the plan. I also want to write something new, whether that be a new series, a standalone book, or even a kids book. The only sliiight problem is that my motivation has been at about -500%, but I've got 12 months to right the ship. Let's do dis. 

2. Cook more - I used to be so creative in the kitchen, but lately I've been more Barefoot takeout and Netflixer than the Barefoot Contessa, and that just won't do. I've gotten in the habit of cooking the same rotation of dishes or ordering in, and it's so not Ina. I'm going to start cooking something new at least once a week. I started out the year right by making some huevos rancheros - check them out. Mine had scrambled eggs to be all pregnancy compliant and whatnot, but it tasted great! More of this in 2018.

huevos rancheros, but pregnancy friendly - no runny eggs for me for another 6 months :(

huevos rancheros, but pregnancy friendly - no runny eggs for me for another 6 months :(

3. Save more - I know - this one is super boring, but I want to start putting some away. I don't mean hoarding wealth in offshore accounts, because I still likes to spend, but I'm going to shift some of my spend money to a little piggy bank with slightly more security, because I'm in my 30s. I'm thinking of a monthly numerical figure somewhere in between the price of a jar of Cafe Bustelo and the poshest bag of local artisan coffee, but it's a start. Let the saving commence.

4. Eat less sugar - oh y'all, I'm saying this as I'm elbows deep in a bag of Lindor truffles, but it's time to stop the madness. I'm usually decently disciplined, but baby Byrne is like "give me the good stuff!" like three times a day, and my strength wanes. I'm going to safely assume the baby does not fully understand the dangers of, say, eating an entire bag of Lindt truffles before noon, and I think it's up to me to get my sanity in check. I'm going to have just one sweet thing a day, max, and it will be a tiny serving. Like one truffle. A 4-ounce hot chocolate. A cookie on occasion, but this will be reduced to once a week. I'm all over this one. Just as soon as I finish this bag..

Ate a fair amount of these bad boys as recently as last week! Time to stop the madness

Ate a fair amount of these bad boys as recently as last week! Time to stop the madness

5. Master the art of duvet changing - ok this one is pretty Euro-specific, so my Europeans are most certainly picking up with I'm throwing down. It's SO tough to change a duvet cover, right? I scream every time. Every single time. For you non-Euros, allow me to explain. There's such a thing as a duvet that people buy, rather than a comforter, with which to sleep under. These duvets get serious mileage - Europeans keep them for 10 years to life. The duvet needs a cover, though. No sane human uses a duvet without a duvet cover, but the cover needs to be shoved over the duvet and buttoned in. The duvet doesn't want to go inside the duvet - without fail, it's either too large or too small for the cover, despite you buying the correct dimensions. You're left with either too much cover - baggy, non-fluffy pockets to shudder underneath - or a lumpy overstuffed cover that pokes you more than you think cotton has the business of doing. Then you have to button it in, which is endlessly tedious. Anyways, I'm going to master the art of changing and washing my duvet this year, or I'll die trying. 

So yeah, I'm set to have a solid year. Let's do this, 2018!