Twenty-seven.

So this past weekend I turned 27 years old. I still feel like I am 23, so I am pretty confident that 40 really is the new 30, and the next 10 years are going to be puh-retty awesome. I celebrated by getting a tattoo, sharing a dinner with friends at my favorite wood-fired pizza place {Della Zona - all local ingredients, from small farmers}, and dancing my booty off to some foot-stomping-down-home-gritty live music from the Spikedrivers.

For my 27^th year of life, I have some pretty hefty ambitions to fulfill…

1.       Finish building the shanty. Even if it kills me, and I don’t live to see 28.

2.       Get my ass -30 lbs. and rock an American Flag Bikini.

3.       Start-up an Etsy Shop as an outlet for my obsessive knitting habit. (Almost ready to open Hillside Knits!)

4.       Learn how to field dress a deer.

5.       Raise my first flock of meat chickens and butcher them myself.

Cheers to 27, 27 more, and another 27 after that!