Things that make me absolutely crazy. You may or may not agree.
1.) Letting your child run around like an elephant at 7 am on a Sunday, when there are people who live below you. When it’s 10:30 in the morning and this is happening, I really can’t complain. So, I turn on the radio and drown him out. However, when its crazy early on a weekend and it sounds like he’s practicing his wrestling moves over my head, I get a little annoyed. Thankfully, the upstairs noise is moving out on the first. How ironic that we’re moving too.
2.) Poor grammar. Gets me every time. It’s a shock that I made it through all 3 Fifty Shades books given how poorly written they were! Seriously though, I cringe a little every time you post on Facebook or send me a text that says “Wat u doin?” or something to that effect. Proof that the movie “Idiocracy” might have some truth to it.
3.) When people come over and eat you out of house and home. Ok, this didn’t happen to that extent, but almost. We had friends over Friday night, and they brought a girl that Gabe and I didn’t know. No big deal, the more the merrier. But she ate everything. Finished the pizza, finished the chicken and inhaled like 6 cookies. Didn’t your mom teach you better than that? You shouldn’t finish something unless the host offers it to you! Not that this is 1956, but really? Gabe loves pizza for breakfast, and he was a little bummed to see that all of the food was gone. Seriously, leave me a piece next time.
4.) When there are two doors and people insist on using only one. Yes, I know it’s February for like another five minutes, but use both damn doors. Why should I stand out here and freeze my ass off because you can’t bring yourself to open the other door? The engineer put two doors there for a reason. This also drove me crazy in school, it’s a problem that I can’t get away from!
All of that being said, what makes me the most crazy? That my grandmother thought these colors were appropriate for my “wedding” (hello, I eloped so no real wedding cake) cake. Last I checked I was not a 5 year old girl. Ahh!!
I have always had an up and down opinion of myself, and I think that for most women that’s normal. But its amazing what a hit your self-esteem can take when you aren’t chosen for a job you want. I am qualified, educated and capable. Yet, I lack experience compared to others. And I can’t get experience because no one will hire you without it. So here I am, floundering in a pool of self-pity because I’ve been offered a lesser position than the one I interviewed for. I should be thankful that I was offered a job, I know but right now I’m bummed. Then of course, Gabe comes home and starts right in on me. Hammering me with questions that I don’t have answers to, and that just makes me feel worse. What is it about men that makes them so oblivious to these kinds of feelings? Why can’t he just be understanding and sympathetic- he has certainly been turned down for jobs that he wanted so he knows what I’m feeling.
For the last six weeks I have been eating right and working out so that I can have the body that I want. And its getting there, but this just makes me want to curl up with a bunch of junk food and my Netflix queue. I’m still waiting to hear from the other place, I called earlier and left a message..but just like before, the fact that its taking them so long to get back to me just makes me feel worse.
I’m 27 and tired of feeling like I’ve missed the boat on some things, and that I don’t measure up.
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Gabe and I talk extensively about what we are going to do when we have a home with some land around it. Have you ever seen P. Allen Smith’s Garden Home on PBS? That is my absolute dream home. An old farmhouse to update, plenty of land for a myriad of animals and a huge garden. Of course that can only happen if we happen upon some huge financial windfall and become independently wealthy. Being realistic I would love to have that same home, a handful of animals and the same large garden. There is nothing more satisfying than being able to go into your own garden and pick the vegetables you need for you meal. We keep some fresh herbs all year, and they make a huge difference. Fresh salsa with garden fresh (not grocery store, GMO, overpriced) tomatoes . there are so many possibilities! Besides, I’m paying out the nose for my Horticulture degree, I might as well get something delicious out of it.
Reggie thinks he would like to be a garden cat. Here he is inspecting the strawberries.
Well, the cat is officially out of the bag. Figuratively of course. Gabe accepted a job, I told my boss and the rest is an adventure!
We’re moving to an area near Woodstock and White River Junction, in the south eastern part of the state, along the NH border. The definite move date has yet to be set, still waiting to hear about my job interviews from Friday. I hate sitting around and waiting for the phone to ring, it gives me too much time to over-think and over-analyze- and of course I have now convinced myself that I’m not going to get either job.
We’ll see what happens, but in the meantime things are changing!