reach for the stars

It's no secret that the post college years are difficult to navigate.  Trying to figure out what you want to do with your life, dress for the job you want, and attend every family/church/friend function all on a budget designed for a 17 year old is nothing short of a hot mess.   Throw dating in the mix and it makes me feel like an angel for being hyped up on caffeine instead of crack. 

I'm 27 (which is 45 in Christian single girl years), so I've been at this stage for awhile.  During a conversation with two future brides the other night, I realized that this whole "figuring out your future" thing is all a big hoax for girls.  We all run around like crazy people looking for a job that pays well, is fulfilling, fun, and glamorous... until we get married.  As soon as you put a ring on it, it is perfectly acceptable to take a few months to "set up house", which turns into a couple of years and a 15 hour a week part time job, followed by a pregnancy, and then you never go back to work again! Literally, you need an answer to the question, "what are you doing with your life?" right up until the day you get engaged. At which point your uncle will stop bugging you about it at Thanksgiving, you can stop the dialogue in your head if you wish, and your resume can be filed away next to the diploma you never got framed.

Well, here's to the future, bright and bossless! 

ciao

safe haven?

For the most part, I love my living situation. Good roommates. Close to the beach. Creative freedom in room decor...etc

However, like everywhere, there are a few faults worth listing

Top 5 as of 4/22

1. trees that dent my car with pine cones. 

2. the smell of my room when Miss Morgan cooks with garlic or onions (which is every night) *is this because the floor is old and thin, in which case I need to be far more concerned with crushing heather?

3. the freaking vanguard softball team. a.k.a. super loud giants who apparently can't hit the ball unless they repeat a rhyme in unison to, I don't know, remind them which game they are playing? what team they are on? what day it is?

4."i have 9 dogs" lady

5. our parking policy: if you are above 40, male, and/or the owner of a red LeSabre, it is just fine to park in the alley directly behind our garage door. 

here's to you c.m.

 

get with the times

I recently landed an internship at a radio station...good thing.(thank you moses)  Problem is, the host is obsessed with blogging and twitter...two activities I had formally left up to the self-absorbed.  Well, those days are now behind me because when he asks me if I do them, my answer WILL BE YES.

here we go...