Frozen

Well, you guys win.

Overwhelmingly, you want honest and true and what’s actually happening. If that’s me in a total breakdown over my super underemployment or talking about my irrational fears or writing about the weightloss challenges I’m facing-it’s what you want.

And I’m so glad.

I have always been one that kind of wears my emotions on my sleeves. Mystery isn’t really my game. I’d probably spill a whole lot more about myself if I wasn’t in a career field where I could get into some big trouble if I said too much or some ridiculous parent didn’t like my stories about margaritas and wine. (Really? Teachers are people too. We like beerz. Get over it.)

Also, I like that I got comments about me being “real”. One problem I have at times is that some of the blogs I read make it seem like their life is the picture of perfection. And maybe it is. I don’t know. But it makes me feel inadequate when all I read is about how peachy everyone is. I want someone to have a meltdown every once in a while. Show some grit. Some real emotion.

I completely understand not putting it all out there. I don’t blog about everytime Mr. A and I get into an argument or the nights that I wish I had my own apartment so I could just be in my own space for a few hours. Yes, sometimes we fight. Sometimes I do bitchy things. Sometimes he’s a butthead. But that’s life. I love him more than anything and he is my soulmate. My very clean and neat soulmate.

So I’m glad you want real because it’s what you’re going to get.

Like this:

I don’t really hide the fact that I hate my job in retail. It blows. Crappy hours. Rude customers. Coworkers who think this is the most important job on the planet. And I have a good degree and I make less than my BIL who was kicked out of college twice bc of failing grades and he now works at a factory making WAY MORE THAN I DO. I must have done something terrible because karma hates me right now.

So, you would think I would be all about applying for teaching jobs. Right?

Wrong.

I applied for grad school and a teaching assitantship position, but I won’t find anything out for about another month. That was stressful and I had to write a 10 page paper after a year out of the classroom and whatever. But, it’s over. I will find out via a letter telling me one way or another.

But teaching positions? So much more stressful.

For one, the applications are insane. I know they don’t want serial killers and such in their schools, but why do you need to know my exact high school gpa and class rank? Really? You want to judge me based on who I was in high school? I went to college and learned more about myself and the world and grew up. High school shouldn’t have anything to do with you hiring me. Just knowing who I dated in high school and no one would want to hire me. Sheesh.

Also, in my state, education jobs are incredibly competitive since the budget got slashed. Not as many positions and still lots of people applying.

And then there’s the interviews. I went through two teaching interviews in the past. One went really well and they didn’t hire me because they wanted someone with experience since they would be coming in half way through the year and it was for juniors who have HUGE portfolios to do. So I got it. I was bummed, but no big deal.

The other, didn’t go so great. I felt off and I usually interview well. It was with the school I student taught at, so I thought I was a bit of a shoo-in since I had glowing recommendations and the principal knew and liked me and the English department liked me. But I was interviewing against a “friend”. We were friends bc of proximity, not because I actually liked her. I didn’t.

Welp, she got the job. There are some other factors like the fact that I would have had to commute 1.5 hours where as she had a 15 minute drive. Also, she plans on living there for the rest of her life where I would have, at most, only been there 3 years.

But that was crushing. Add that she enjoyed rubbing it in my face and I’m a little scared of the whole process.

I feel stuck. Frozen. Locked in place.

I don’t even want to apply to places for fear of rejection. How ridiculous is that?

I logically know I will never get out of this shithole of a job without applying and looking for other work (if grad school doesn’t accept me (yet another stressor!!)). I just hate everything about job searching.

Add in how depressed I became during my 5 month unemployment stint after not even getting called for an interview for jobs I either would have been good at or was overqualified for.

So I’m trying to push through. A school close to my home city, that get both state funding and federal funding because of military students, and pays EXTREMLY well, has TWO English openings. HELLO! Two chances is better than one, right?

I’m trying to stay optimistic and somehow hoping a lot of people don’t know how well they pay and since it’s sort of in the middle of no where, don’t apply. Hoping.

But it would mean I would be moving home for a bit, and if Mr. A isn’t able to transfer to the other law school in my home city, then we would be living apart, which I wouldn’t be excited about.

So it’s all in the air.

I guess I need some good luck and prayers. Prayers that the RIGHT thing comes along. The thing that I will finally be happy with, whether that be grad school or a teaching position, I don’t know. But I need something because if I have to fit one more old lady for a bra and she insists on a push up bra to make “her girls look awesome”, I might vomit.

Brain Dump

I’m at a bit of a stalled point with this here blog. Not sure where to take it or what to do with it.

I don’t want to keep writing sad and depressing posts about my craptastic job and how I’m hoping and praying I got into the graduate program AND they give me a TA position and how if not, I must start school job searching which is almost as depressing. I don’t want to do that.

I also don’t want to write about weight loss and dieting and working out. I’ve hit a bit of a speed bump, and I’m working on getting back, but I don’t want to shove it down your throats and I don’t love talking about my weight problems all the time, so yeah.

And at the same time, I feel like all I’m writing are frivolous silly posts about meals and a shitty haircut and my irrational fear of dogs. I have considered writing a series of irrational fear posts bc I have a lot of them, but that’s strange too and still, not what I want the whole blog to be about.

So thoughts? What do YOU want. Yes, I write for me, but also for you. I love the connections I’ve made, so what do you want?

While we ponder, tonight is a brain dump. I just like lists.

* Tomorrow is my wonderful mother’s birthday. She does so much for me and I know I don’t show the amount of appreciation that she deserves, especially after the amazing wedding she put together for us. So, I am driving home tomorrow morning, and my brother and I are taking her to lunch. She’s big on us not spending money on her because she doesn’t want to be a burden, but when I called her about it, she got kind of choked up, so I know she appreciates it and is looking forward to it. Also, looking forward to time with both of them. Now that I’ve grown up, I truly cherish the relationships with both of them.

* Mr. A kicked butt on a project at school, and while I try not to put too much of his law school stuff on here, after all the backstabbing and drama at the start of this semester, I want to brag on him a little. He works hard and I know his confidence was a little shaken. Add on being really sick and then missing nearly a week of school because of surgeries (yes, 2 in one week) and hospital visits at 1 am, he needed it. So, yay him!

* Really bad haircut is ruining everything. Not really, but I’m already tired of headbands and bangs pinned back everyday. THIS NEEDS TO GROW OUT SOON!!

* I have baby fever. Sort of. I see them when they’re tiny and I see the cute clothes and things and I want one. But really? I just want to babysit one because I want to send it back. I would panic if we were pregnant right now because of money and jobs and, um, hello, LAW SCHOOL. No kids for us. But they sure are cute.

* I also REALLLLLLLY want a puppy. Despite my weird fear of dogs I don’t know, I love puppies and if it’s my dog, I won’t be afraid of it. Tempted to talk Mr. A into getting out of our lease we signed and finding a place that allows dogs in case I get a job that pays enough that we can afford one. They are just so stinking cute and I’ve wanted one for forever.

* Also, Netflix instant is ruining my life. I have watched more episodes of GREEK and Grey’s Anatomy than I think is reasonable for someone of my age. But I am obsessed. And when GREEK is over, don’t worry, I have another crappy show lined up. Make It or Break It. Yepp. I love me some television. Also, I missed GLEE’s alcohol episode tonight, so I will be hulu’ing it tomorrow. I need a life.

* So I may not love my job, but my manager is probably my most favorite boss that I have ever had. She’s rather fantastic. We have the same sarcastic sense of humor and she can see through some of the b.s. our store manager drones on about. She was also incredibly understanding about Mr. A’s health stuff that came up and me having to miss several shifts at work. Makes it more bearable.  Also, the ridiculous things customers do are pretty funny. Working on a crazy customer post.

Hope you are all having a good week. Tell those you love that you love them. Take some time for yourself and do what makes you happy.

The Cut Heard Round the World

We’ve been living in Ctown for about 7 months now. We’ve figured out the city pretty much. Which restaurants we like. Where the best Mexican food is. Our favorite bar. Which gas stations are less creepy. One way streets make driving difficult. All the things you slowly figure out about your surroundings.

One of the things I hadn’t yet figured out was where to get my hair cut.

I mean, I have gotten my haircut in 7 months, but I went to my stylist back in Mville because she cuts my MIL’s hair and has known Mr. A forever, so she is more willing to squeeze me in.

But that’s a two hour drive and we haven’t been back there for a while and the thought of having to drive two hours for a haircut seems ridiculous.

I mean, Mville is small town USA, and I found a person there, so why not here?

Mr. A asked a couple of his female classmates for me, and they suggested different places. However, one of the girls, I think her hair is obnoxious, and I’m sure it’s what she asked for, but I have a hard time going to the same place that someone with stupid hair suggested. Not trying to be mean, just honest.

But Mr. A had been to this one salon and really liked it. It was kind of cool, in a sort of hipster way. (Not really hipster. I wouldn’t do that. 🙂 ) Even funnier, the guy’s name who cut his hair was the same as my name. Mr. A had a good cut, said the people were nice, so I decided to give it a try.

I called and they were able to fit me in on Thursday. I was a little nervous because finding a new hair person always stresses me out. Took me forever to pick the girl in Mville and it was only after I was there with Mr. A and saw her do a fantastic job on another girl that I trusted her enough.

So I show up. I instantly liked the salon. It wasn’t too stuffy and uptight. One day, I want to fit in in places like that, but for now, I don’t, so I liked the calm and laid back atmosphere. The person who was going to do my hair introduces himself and he has the same name as Mr. A. Hilarious because I had Mr. A and Mr. A had me.

The guy was nice. We talked about music and the Grammy’s. And various things. And it was all going well. He asked me about my bangs and I said they had gotten long, but I wanted them cut and to the side. I usually so the side-swept bang look, they had just grown out a lot.

And then, it happened.

He cut my bangs short. And straight across. Ummmmm……NOT SIDE SWEPT AT ALL!!!

And I mean super straight across. To add to the problem, I have super thick hair, so the trendy bangs that girls do that looks good, doesn’t look good with my super thick hair. It just looks awful.

But, I tried to stay calm, so I asked him to kind of fade the sides to it was less drastic. This apparently meant make me have sideburns. WTF?!?!

Yes. I have man sideburns. But only on one side. I don’t even know how to explain it. And no, I won’t be posting a picture because, while I’m okay posting embarrassing stories about myself, pictures-not so much. And the fact that Mr. A couldn’t help but burst out laughing when I showed him means no one else gets to make fun of me.

I look like this guy:

(source)

I have more hair on the sides, thank goodness, this it’s really bad.

And yes, I know it will grow out. I went and bought some biotin to help speed along the process. And I will be going home to have my guys there fix it after it grows to a point that it can be fixed.

But there is something about having terrible hair that just makes me more self conscious. I know it’s just hair, but I feel like it pulls together a whole look and bad hair just ruins it.

But I went and bought a headband, and I might need to add a couple, so if you see me within the next month, my hair will either be in a headband or my bangs will be pinned back.

And next time, I won’t be going back to the same salon. Never again.

Dogs-1 Me- 0

I have a lot of irrational fears. Spiders. Dark bathrooms. Clawfoot tubs. (In every horror movie if something happens in a tub, it’s a clawfoot. I’m sure this is for shooting purposes since it’s not embedded into the wall, but still. They terrify me and I refuse to use them.) Bugs in general- especially ones that fly- butterflies are not cute. Things under my bed. Haunted houses. Clowns. Creepy children.

Most of these can be reasoned out. Like the clawfoot tubs. No? Well, it makes sense to me. And after the Great Spider Infestation of 2009, you would be afraid of them also.

Unfortunately, I have an irrational fear that most of you are going to laugh at me for. It’s okay. Even my husband thinks it’s dumb. And it is. But that’s why it’s an irrational fear. If it was rational, then I wouldn’t have this blog post to write about.

I’m irrationally afraid of dogs I don’t know.

I shall pause for laughter. This could take a while…

And yes, I am the girl who wrote an entire post about what type of dog I want. And I do want a dog. More than anything.

But I will be getting that dog when it’s a puppy so I can learn about it’s personality when it’s small and cute and not scary. Then, when it’s bigger (especially the Airedale), it will be MY dog and I won’t be scared of it. At least that’s the logic behind it.

So, back to the problem.

If it’s a dog I don’t know, I’m pretty well terrified of it, especially if it’s more than a foot tall.

I have to be introduced to the dog, by its owner, and then feel comfortable around the dog and not get any weird vibes that it might turn around and rip my face off at any moment, and then I love the dog. Once I’m past that and it’s a nice dog, I’m sold. I’ll want to play with it all night. Take it home. Cuddle with it. But until then? I will run away.

And today, that’s literally what I did. I ran away.

I’m so embarrassed.

I was doing my run route, which involves more walking than running, but I’m working on it. And today, I was kicking ass. I had run more than I ever had. I had a great running playlist going. And I was less than a quarter mile from being back at our apartment, and I decided to run more. I had energy and was ready to go.

Well, on this stretch of road, there’s a water sanitation plant. We walk by it every time we walk to our favorite bar or to campus and I’ve done this route several times now and I go right by it. When we first walked by, I was hesitant since it had a “Beware of Dog” sign. But everytime, either I didn’t see a dog or it was in it’s dog house and not paying attention to me at all.

So today, didn’t even blink. I was running, Eminem blasting in my headphones, pushing me to push harder, and I glance in the fenced in area out of the corner of my eye, and I see it. A HUGE Rottweiler, which is one of the several breeds that scare the crap out of me, and some other huge dog that I couldn’t tell what it was.

And they were running, full force, right at me.

Yes, there was a fence between me and them, but the sidewalk is right next to it and too close for my own comfort.

And did I just not look and run a little faster to get past them? Did I try to tune out the sounds of their angry barks and just try to keep going?

Nope. That would have been the rational thing to do.

What do I do?

I stop. Dead in my tracks. And turn and run back the direction I came from. And I was close to a busy intersection, so everyone saw me.

I was mortified. I am mortified. I am 23 years old. The dogs were behind a freaking fence for pete sake. And I couldn’t just keep going.

Sadly, I have a history of this. Running away from dogs behind fences.

My mom’s house is crazy close to my elementary and middle school. Like, my mom could watch me walk the whole way from our backyard. Kitchen window if the corn wasn’t growing in the field. Less than a quarter mile. There was even a dirt path for the kids in my neighborhood. It followed the edge of the field and then the side of the road that ran in front of school. When the corn was tall, it was a little strange because you felt cut off from everything.

Along this path was a house with a bull mastiff. You know, this dog:

And this is just its head. These dogs are just massive. And scary. Another breed I’ll never own.

Well, this path, much like the sidewalk today, runs right next to the fence. And this dog has the meanest bark I have ever heard. And when it’s charging at the fence, you’re convinced it’s going to jump right over, just like the dog in The Sandlot, and eat you whole. And I wasn’t lucky enough for the fence to be a tall wooden one. Nope. A chainlink fence that isn’t too much higher than my waist. And this dogs head come to the top of it.

There were many crying fits on my half because of this dog. (We later decided that it had to be blind for it to not jump the fence and he would only start barking and running toward you if you made noise. And dogs hear really well. I tried all the time to be silent.)

So when the corn wasn’t in, I would cut out into the field to make this huge half circle away from the dog and his ferocious barking. The person who help the stop sign when we crossed the street would yell at me every time I did it, but there was no way I was walking by that beast. And when the corn was up and I couldn’t cut out into the field? Lots of crying, running as fast as humanly possible, and asking my mom for a ride to school. And I had to walk to school from 1st-8th grade.

I don’t exactly know where this comes from. We can come up with 2 incidents, but I can’t personally remember either. Both happened when I was about 3 or 4. Once, we were having a family BBQ in the backyard and a neighbor’s dog got lose and came tearing around the corner and knocked into me, which knocked me over and probably scared the crap out of me. The other, we were at a long time family friend’s for a BBQ (lots of BBQs apparently), and he had a huge dog. It’s name was Viking and while it was fluffy like a malamute, it had mastiff in it I think and it was also crazy. Like, even the owner said it had to have a screw lose. And Viking somehow broke out of his enclosure, came tearing around the house, and I guess because I was small, jumped onto the lawn chair I was sitting in, putting his paws on either side of me and being right in my face.

These two incidents must have left some sort of mark on my subconscious because I also have incidents of climbing people to get away from dogs. Once, I climbed my brother while walking to the bus stop at my dad’s when a dog got lose and another time we were at a different long time friend’s house and they, knowing I was terrified of big dogs, put their very hyper dog behind the fence. As were were standing outside, the dog kept jumping (and this was a tall wooden fence) and all of a sudden, she made it over the fence, and before anyone knew what was happening, and without any help, I was sitting on my dad’s shoulder pulling my feet up as high as I could so the dog couldn’t get me. Turns out, I loved that dog after I got older and she calmed down.

This fear has ruined lots of things and I have had to ask people to put their dog in another room, which is just rude of me and I know it. It’s terrible. And I’m afraid I’m going to end up scared of my own dog.

So for now, I stick to cute little puppies and dogs I know. And work on a new running route.

Food is my Favorite

Things have been hectic recently. Over Christmas break, Mr. A was home and I was working a lot, so we had a lot of pizzas and frozen things.

Then, I was working and trying to apply to grad school, which meant lots of library time to work on a paper and such, so lots of fast food.

And then last week happened. Which involved a lot of eating  out and junk food. We hadn’t gone to the grocery store in nearly two weeks, and with Mr. A’s limited diet last week, eating out was kind of our best option.

And when we got married, I was trying to cook more and work on my less than desirable skills in the kitchen.

So this week, I’m trying to get back to cooking more, eating more at home, and trying to be more domestic.

Sunday: I didn’t cook. BUT, my favorite brand of store bought garlic bread (Cole’s), has an entire meal in a box. Different pastas, sauce, and garlic bread. Was out of a box, but actually really delicious. You can’t really go wrong with cheese tortellini. 

Monday: Valentine’s Day!! I said it on Twitter, but our dinner was fantastic. We has baked asparagus, salmon pinwheels (one with lobster stuffing (AMAZING), the other with spinach and feta (VERY GOOD)), and then we had a French baguette with dipping oil. For dessert, Mr. A’s favorite, blackberry pie. We opened up our favorite bottle of wine from a local winery and it was a perfect dinner at home. The pinwheels may have been made from the seafood counter and all I had to do was bake it, but I cooked it and it was delicious.

Tuesday: Tonight we are having beer-braised beef, mashed potatoes, and broccoli. I found the recipe here and it looks pretty delicious. Also, we had some steak that needed to get used, so this was the way to do it.

Wednesday: I work until 6, so we’re just going to have spaghetti with spicy marinara sauce. Mr. A makes a fantastic sauce, so he gets to make that.

Thursday: We are having DuolyNoted’s bruschetta because it is absolutely wonderful. Favorite recipe we’ve found. We’re also having these stuffed crab shells from our grocery store. They are super cheap and delicious. They coem frozen, so we buy them and then just keep them in the freezer for an easy dinner. Yummmmmm.

Friday: Mr. A’s stepmom gave us her chicken and rice recipe. I’ll have to type it up for you all. So delicious. Basically chicken, rice (we use brown), cream of mushroom soup, broth, and some vegetables and you bake it. So delicious.

Saturday we will probably go grab dinner just because one of our favorite things to do is to go out to eat, we just need to do it WAY less often than we have been.

What are some of your favorite dishes? Any new one’s I should try?

T’was the Night Before…

******UPDATE*******

Thank you for all your prayers and good thoughts. We are home safely. (Weather got pretty bad while we were at the hospital. Roads sucked.) He is currently sleeping and resting. Doctor said he took care of his source of pain and such. They will have to do a biopsy, but doctor didn’t seem too concerned, so I’m trying not to be either. He won’t be able to go to class tomorrow, but I’m off as well, so it will be a fun little day.

Thank you again and hope you’re staying warm and safe if you’re getting hit with all this snow!!

 

Tomorrow morning, Mr. A is headed in for surgery.

Nothing too terribly serious, but still. It’s surgery.

He has Chrohn’s, which is a gastrointestinal disease. I won’t give you all the gory details, both for your own benefit, but also Mr. A wouldn’t really want me to put it all out there. So I’m not.

Today, there was…an incident. Sent him to the doctor’s office. Thought we might be headed to the ER, but the doctor moved his previously scheduled Feb 25th surgery to tomorrow morning at 7:30 am.

They will need to fix a couple spots, but it’s also an investigatory surgery. To see what they see. See what they find. I’m hoping they find something that is easily fixed and we can move on.

But I have an overactive imagination. I’ve also seen too many movies. So I’m a ball of nerves.

It’s a super common surgery/procedure, but still. I’m antsy and panicky. And it’s not even me going under tomorrow.

So, if you’re the praying type, if you could keep Mr. A in your prayers and that the doctor can help him and he will heal quickly. And if you could say a small one for me since I will be alone in the waiting room and I just don’t want to freak out when I don’t have anyone there with me. And if you aren’t the praying type, good thoughts are always welcomed.

I’m headed to bed. Probably won’t sleep much. Tomorrow is going to be a long day.

Tidbits

I feel like lots has been going on, but when I sit down to write, nothing happens. I stare. I write 5 sentences and blank out.

For the past month I’ve been having a hard time blogging. I feel like I don’t have a lot of free time. I may not have to take work home with me, but I do have long shifts, and when I get home I want to spend time with Mr. A, but all of you have become friends and I want to catch up. So I’ve been sticking to Twitter and haven’t been as good as writing on here. I’m going to work on it though.

But, to start me off, here’s just a little bit of random tidbits of everything going on lately:

— Work. Well. It’s work. Yes, I still hate the job, but I am working really hard on not whining about it all over the internet and having a better attitude about it in general. I really do like my boss and I like most of the people I work with. They are fun and most of them aren’t really thrilled with how our store manager is trying to do things, so at least there’s some camaraderie. Also, I have a blog post in the works about my day of learning about bras and how to best fit “the girls”. Hilarity will ensue. Or so it did.

— Grad school. Welp. I’m officially applied. Which might be more nerve wracking than not being applied. When I met with the head of the department, I had actually missed the deadline by 2 days. But, he was super nice and said as long as I got it in within the next two weeks, I would be fine since they would be picking their PhD students first. I finished it and turned it in within less than a week. Which I’m hoping will help me. Also, had a bit of a problem with getting my letters of recommendation. They wanted 3, so I sent an e-mail to 4 professors as a backup to ensure at least 3 responded. 2 responded right away, but it was 2 days and I hadn’t heard from them, and since I was on a severe time crunch, I had to go with my plan C- getting a letter from my student teaching supervising instructor. She loved me, and as long as I had 2 professors, I was hoping I would be good. So, she said yes, and then one of the other professors got back to me and said he would. So long story short, I have 4 recommendations. Hope they don’t mind. But the last professor was the head of my program and my adviser, so I thought it would look good.

— I need a pedicure. In the worst kind of way.

— Mr. A and I decided to go to my hometown for Superbowl. After some huge drama and backstabbing from some of his classmates, we didn’t really want to go to his friend’s house for a Superbowl party. I kept joking that it was because if I had one too many, I would probably go off on a couple people and we don’t need that. But, we knew that if we were in town and just at home, it would look bad. So, we headed north and used the excuse of family. We had an excuse and a MUCH better time. We got to spend time with my family, which included my wonderful brother. (Last night, I wrote a blog post that was basically a dating ad for him. HA! It was pretty amusing.) We had drinks, yummy snacks, and the Packers won. I’m totally a playoff fan. I don’t really follow football and our team wasn’t in it, so yeah. But, the company my dad works for is based in Green Bay and has some stake in the team, Mr. A graduated high school with a guy who kicks for them, and I like green. So, I picked them. And I can become pretty competitive and involved once I pick a team. Even if they end up losing, for that game, I am wholly involved and cheering for them.

— Last week was a bit of a flop on the diet. I didn’t gain, but I don’t know that I lost much. But, getting back on track this week. Also, hoping this week it warms up a little so I can get back out and run.

— New sunglasses. I needz them.

— Also, real running shoes. Brands to check out? Avoid? Places to shop- especially if it saves me any money??

— Mr. A got an iPhone 4 this weekend. His Blackberry had been slowly dying and since he was due for an upgrade, he went all out. However, 10 minutes after leaving the store, it had turned itself off 3 times. We went back, and the guy said for us to sync it with iTunes and charge it all night to see if that helps. Next morning, it spazzed out. So, he returned it and he got a new one. He’s had 2 iPhones in 3 days. Lucky kid.

— Puppy. I needz one of those also. Airedale and a Scotty. Yes, please, and thank you.

— GLEE last night?!?! I know, I know not the best episode ever, but at least it’s back! I think I’m just so excited for new episodes that I’m okay with it not being perfect. And more of Santana and Artie singing please. Also, bring back Kurt. I miss him. He just won an award. We need to be seeing more of him. And it better be on tomorrow’s episode.

— I discovered that all of GREEK and Grey’s Anatomy is now on Netflix Instant Streaming, so I have two shows I plan on watching in their entirety. I watched GREEK for a while, but then didn’t have cable, so missed the last 2 seasons. I’ve never seen Grey’s. I would catch an episode here and there, but never knew the storyline so I wouldn’t know what was going on and would just turn it off. After so much talk about it, I figure it’s time for me to watch. Especially since I think all the seasons so far are on Netflix and I can just watch back to back. Yes, my life is THIS exciting.

— Baseball season. YES! On to hoping the Cubs are as sucktacular as usual and that the Cards go all the way. I love baseball because it means summer. No more of this snow crap.

Miss you all. I’m working on getting back to commenting on yours.