The outward, and the inward appearance

Today I went to the optometrist and got some new glasses and sunglasses, and I went to the salon and got my hair done.  Then I came back to my parents place and balanced my checkbook.  After a rather pricey trip to get my car fixed yesterday, and my updated appearance today, my checkbook is looking a little sad.  You see while in grad school I couldn't find a job.  Priority for graduate assistantships were given to Doctoral students, and the small college town saw me as overqualified for work at retail or food service and hired undergrads rather than me.  So I didn't have a job for two years.  I lived on student loans, massive amounts of student loans!  Although it was enough to survive on, it was just enough, and I never had any savings.  So when I moved back in with my parents I took out money from an IRA that was left to me from by late grandmother.

When Diets Go Too Far

This is the jest of a conversation with my mother this morning.

Me:  When you dream about something it means you're deprived of it, right?
Mom:  Usually, why what are you dreaming about?
Me:  French fries.
(Long Pause, then mom snickered)
Mom:  Most girls dream about boys, you dream about french fries?
Me:  I dream about boys too.  I had a dream about a boy a few nights ago.
Mom:  How did I go wrong raising you?
Me:  I could dream about boys with french fries?

Lol, this might be a sign my body is craving french fries.  =)

Life...Chapter 2

So Monday I left the apartment that I had been living in for the past two years while in grad school.  It was kind of a bittersweet parting.  I know that it was time to move on, and that there are bigger and better things in store for me in the future, but I was still sad.  That apartment was really the first time I had been on my own.  Granted in college I did live on my own, but I always was tied to my parents, I was really on my own this time around, and I enjoyed my independence even if it meant going into massive amounts of debt.  The thing is now I don't know where I am going, and although I'm excited for the adventure that poses, I'm a little scared too.

Moving Stinks!

I don't think that there is a person out there that has gone through a big move that wouldn't agree with me, moving just plain stinks!  Packing everything up, coordinating moving trucks and movers, changing your address, closing accounts, and cleaning take up enough time to be a full time job.  It stinks, it's stressful, and inevitability something goes wrong.  For me what has gone wrong has been my routine, I basically don't have one right now.