Guess it's been a while again since I gave you a look into my life. So, lets start with this...
I'm done Christmas shopping!!! Well, almost. I just have 1 more gift to get and then I will be done. But that is the hard gift. The one for my mother. The woman who has put up with me through it all :) Yes, my father has put up with me too, but his gift "jumped out at me" this weekend :) As for my mother, well, she is always hard to shop for. So, I have just over a month to get her present. It is a great feeling to be done and not have to fight crowds. Yes, I worked retail for over 5 years, and am glad I don't have to anymore. People are just so pushy when there are crowds.
So, my whole weekend off was spent in a hotel out of town and it was a blast. Shopping, swimming, hot-tubbing, vegging and just being "lazy". Oh and we had the best thing ever for dinner on Saturday night... fried Mac and Cheese! Who ever thought of that deserves the award for the best childhood food brought back. It was sooooo good. And I even tried it with the recommended Katchup. Yum-o.
So, after a great weekend we came home and I noticed that our older dog was missing. Couldn't find him. Looked and found him laying in his house. He had passed away. Shadow was 17, which for a black lab is old. It was his time and it looks like he just fell asleep and didn't wake up. It was a sad day yesterday and still today but its okay. Its amazing how they are "just animals" but when you have a dog or cat or any pet for so long they become one of the family. So, it is always sad when they pass away. We've had multiple dogs and cats through the years, but Shadow was our "little dog". He was always there and when we got him he was just a little bigger than a full grown cat. He was so little... he'll forever be Little Dog.
I was back to work today, after 3 wonderful days off. I could get used to having 3 day weekends all the time, but I also understand that everyone has to do their fair share of weekends. Sometimes when I have a weekend off it seems like all I do it go, go, go. But I guess that is what weekends are for :) How many of you feel the same way?
Guess that is all I have for thoughts for now. I promise to try to write more, but I always say that and we see how far I get on that.
Current Mood: Content
Current Music: Jingle Bells by Kenny Chesney
Monday, November 08, 2010
Saturday, September 25, 2010
If I Knew
So, I don't have much to write tonight, but what I do have is unfortunately not my own. So, tonight, you get the words of Kimberly Kirberger
If I Knew:
You know how you always hear people say, "If I knew then what I know now...?" Have you ever wanted to say ... yeah ... well ... go on ...
So, here we go...
I would listen more carefully to what my heart says
I would enjoy more... worry less
I would know that school would end soon enough .. and work would ... well, never mind.
I wouldn't worry so much about what other people were thinking.
I would appreciate all my vitality and tight skin.
I would play more, fret less.
I would know that my beauty/handsomeness is in my love of life.
I would know how much my parents love me and I would believe that they are doing the best they can.
I would enjoy the feeling of "being in love" and not worry so much about how it works out.
I would know that it probably won't ... but that something better will come along.
I wouldn't be afraid of acting like a kid.
I would be braver.
I would look for the good qualilties in everyone and enjoy them for those.
I would not hang out with people just because they're "popular".
I would take dance lessons.
I would enjoy my body just the way it is.
I would be a trustworthy girlfriend.
I wouldn't trust my boyfriends. (Just Kidding)
I would enjoy kissing. Really enjoy it.
I would be more appreciative and grateful, for sure.
If I Knew:
You know how you always hear people say, "If I knew then what I know now...?" Have you ever wanted to say ... yeah ... well ... go on ...
So, here we go...
I would listen more carefully to what my heart says
I would enjoy more... worry less
I would know that school would end soon enough .. and work would ... well, never mind.
I wouldn't worry so much about what other people were thinking.
I would appreciate all my vitality and tight skin.
I would play more, fret less.
I would know that my beauty/handsomeness is in my love of life.
I would know how much my parents love me and I would believe that they are doing the best they can.
I would enjoy the feeling of "being in love" and not worry so much about how it works out.
I would know that it probably won't ... but that something better will come along.
I wouldn't be afraid of acting like a kid.
I would be braver.
I would look for the good qualilties in everyone and enjoy them for those.
I would not hang out with people just because they're "popular".
I would take dance lessons.
I would enjoy my body just the way it is.
I would be a trustworthy girlfriend.
I wouldn't trust my boyfriends. (Just Kidding)
I would enjoy kissing. Really enjoy it.
I would be more appreciative and grateful, for sure.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
On Life, Love and Being Happy
Have you ever wanted something so bad you would do anything to get it? I have, but I didn't do anything to get it and I lost it. And it hurts. A lot.
I don't ask for a lot, but when I do, that means I really want it. So, when I don't get it, I get rather upset. Why am I telling you this? Because this blog is real. Because I'm real. Because it happens to the best of us. Everyone always says things happen for a reason. Sometimes that reason isn't very clear at the moment, but trust me... this saying is SO true. You may not know the reason for a long time either. Take for example me not moving to Maine when the opportunity was presented a couple of years ago. Sure, I could have gone, and gotten a job as an assistant manager at a major retail chain and pretended to be happy, but thats the thing... you can only pretend for so long until it gets old. So, I turned down that opportunity; after a lot of research, a couple of pros/cons lists, tears and heart to heart conversations. So, have I found my reason for really turning it down yet? No, but thats okay. I can honestly say I am happy where I am right now. I can't say that I wouldn't have been happy in Maine, but do you want to be a single 20-something female living in a town where the half of the population is 45 and older?... and if memory serves correctly, more caribou than people?!? Um, no thank you. :)
So, here I am today, working tech support (My degree is in Information Technology - Network Specialist) and loving it. 8 years ago (when I graduated high school), did I see myself here? No, I didn't. I didn't see myself working with computers at all. Heck, I don't think I knew in my first 2 years of college that I wanted to work with computers. I switch majors 5 or 6 times before I settled on one. What I'm trying to say is its okay to not know what you want to do with your life. Sure, you want something now, and you are happy doing what you are doing, but are you going to be happy in 5 years? How about 10? 20? Can I say I'm going to be happy with my career choice in that many years? No, but right now I want it and I'm getting it. Don't stress yourself out about it. If you want it, go for it.
Another thought... did I see myself still single at this stage of the game? No, I didn't. But school happened, then life happened and I just haven't found the one to be a part of that right now. Do I want to be in a relationship and married? Sure, don't all girls?!? But seriously, yes, I would like to find a guy who appreciates me for me, isn't scared off by my can do attitude and who gets it. I'm not going to settle just because however. I am going to find the correct person for me... because I don't think you marry until things get hard. You marry because you need someone to help you through the hard things. You marry because you found your best friend.
How you meet that person is up to you. Try going out on the town. Try the (gasp) online dating sites. I'm not ashamed to say that I've tried multiple things. I've gone out to the bars... but really, I'm over that. I've tried having friends hooking me up, but if that goes bad you risk the initial friendship. Heck, I've even tried dating friends, but that is why we are friends. Because we love each other platonically.
Well, I've rambled just about enough... but I leave you with a few words of my own and a few song lyrics until next time.
Don't be afraid to love
Don't be afraid to dream
Don't be afraid to live
But most importantly,
Don't be afraid to be happy.
~Here's to you long shots\You dark horse runners\Hairbrush singers, and dashboard drummers\Here's to you wild magnolias\Just waiting to bloom
There's a little bit of all that inside of me and you\Thank God even crazy dreams come true~
I don't ask for a lot, but when I do, that means I really want it. So, when I don't get it, I get rather upset. Why am I telling you this? Because this blog is real. Because I'm real. Because it happens to the best of us. Everyone always says things happen for a reason. Sometimes that reason isn't very clear at the moment, but trust me... this saying is SO true. You may not know the reason for a long time either. Take for example me not moving to Maine when the opportunity was presented a couple of years ago. Sure, I could have gone, and gotten a job as an assistant manager at a major retail chain and pretended to be happy, but thats the thing... you can only pretend for so long until it gets old. So, I turned down that opportunity; after a lot of research, a couple of pros/cons lists, tears and heart to heart conversations. So, have I found my reason for really turning it down yet? No, but thats okay. I can honestly say I am happy where I am right now. I can't say that I wouldn't have been happy in Maine, but do you want to be a single 20-something female living in a town where the half of the population is 45 and older?... and if memory serves correctly, more caribou than people?!? Um, no thank you. :)
So, here I am today, working tech support (My degree is in Information Technology - Network Specialist) and loving it. 8 years ago (when I graduated high school), did I see myself here? No, I didn't. I didn't see myself working with computers at all. Heck, I don't think I knew in my first 2 years of college that I wanted to work with computers. I switch majors 5 or 6 times before I settled on one. What I'm trying to say is its okay to not know what you want to do with your life. Sure, you want something now, and you are happy doing what you are doing, but are you going to be happy in 5 years? How about 10? 20? Can I say I'm going to be happy with my career choice in that many years? No, but right now I want it and I'm getting it. Don't stress yourself out about it. If you want it, go for it.
Another thought... did I see myself still single at this stage of the game? No, I didn't. But school happened, then life happened and I just haven't found the one to be a part of that right now. Do I want to be in a relationship and married? Sure, don't all girls?!? But seriously, yes, I would like to find a guy who appreciates me for me, isn't scared off by my can do attitude and who gets it. I'm not going to settle just because however. I am going to find the correct person for me... because I don't think you marry until things get hard. You marry because you need someone to help you through the hard things. You marry because you found your best friend.
How you meet that person is up to you. Try going out on the town. Try the (gasp) online dating sites. I'm not ashamed to say that I've tried multiple things. I've gone out to the bars... but really, I'm over that. I've tried having friends hooking me up, but if that goes bad you risk the initial friendship. Heck, I've even tried dating friends, but that is why we are friends. Because we love each other platonically.
Well, I've rambled just about enough... but I leave you with a few words of my own and a few song lyrics until next time.
Don't be afraid to love
Don't be afraid to dream
Don't be afraid to live
But most importantly,
Don't be afraid to be happy.
~Here's to you long shots\You dark horse runners\Hairbrush singers, and dashboard drummers\Here's to you wild magnolias\Just waiting to bloom
There's a little bit of all that inside of me and you\Thank God even crazy dreams come true~
Monday, September 06, 2010
On Living At Home
Hey all my followers. Do I have any of those yet? :) Anyway, I've decided that I need to write to help others who may be going through the same things I am or maybe they are just looking for something fun to read. If you want a blog on a certain subject, let me know and I'll see what I can do. If you like what I have to say, let me know that too. Heck, even if you don't like what I have to say, you can let me know. Anyway... on to the real topic of this post....
I am a 26 year old professional living at home with my parents. Yes, you read that right... my roommates are my parents. Now, before you get all "Well, she must have it easy. Does she pay rent?" etc, let me explain my situation and how I ended up living here.
First, I need to back up a little bit. I lived on my own from 2002 to 2008. During those years, I went to college, switched schools, graduated with a degree in Information Technology - Network Specialist, worked as a manager, worked as a Network Administrator and turned down moving to Maine. There was love, there was loss, but there was always home.
My parents had always said that I would always have a place to stay if I needed one. Well, I was doing well, and enjoying living on my own; and then the big offer came. I was offered a job in Maine... 3000 miles from my family, friends and life I had known for 24 years. Sounded great; but I couldn't bring myself to leave. So, I turned down the job.... forgoing the fact that I had not signed another lease with my apartment and didn't have a place to live. Enter my childhood home... I moved home.
Moving home wasn't the ideal situation, but at the time it was the only solution.
So, why am I here after 2 years?!? Well, it actually isn't that bad. My parents are more like roommates. Yes, I pay rent and my share of the bills. I also have my own car, my own room and my own schedule. Yes, I let my parents know if I will be home, but there is no expectation that I will be. I have my own life and a full time job. I don't "mooch" and it seems to work out well... for the most part.
I do my share of house work; cleaning, dishes, cooking. I do my share of grocery shopping and all those things you would share with a roommate. Am I hindered by living at home? Only by people who are close minded and freaked out about that fact. I'm not ashamed that I am still "at home". I love having roommates that I for the most part get along with. I have found that the older I get the better I get along with my parents and the more I realize how much I am like them.
So, why am I writing this blog you ask? To let people know that it is okay. I'm not the only 20-something living at home, but I may be one of the only ones who is happy living at home right now. So, follow me on my adventures of life, work, love and friends.
Until next time...
I am a 26 year old professional living at home with my parents. Yes, you read that right... my roommates are my parents. Now, before you get all "Well, she must have it easy. Does she pay rent?" etc, let me explain my situation and how I ended up living here.
First, I need to back up a little bit. I lived on my own from 2002 to 2008. During those years, I went to college, switched schools, graduated with a degree in Information Technology - Network Specialist, worked as a manager, worked as a Network Administrator and turned down moving to Maine. There was love, there was loss, but there was always home.
My parents had always said that I would always have a place to stay if I needed one. Well, I was doing well, and enjoying living on my own; and then the big offer came. I was offered a job in Maine... 3000 miles from my family, friends and life I had known for 24 years. Sounded great; but I couldn't bring myself to leave. So, I turned down the job.... forgoing the fact that I had not signed another lease with my apartment and didn't have a place to live. Enter my childhood home... I moved home.
Moving home wasn't the ideal situation, but at the time it was the only solution.
So, why am I here after 2 years?!? Well, it actually isn't that bad. My parents are more like roommates. Yes, I pay rent and my share of the bills. I also have my own car, my own room and my own schedule. Yes, I let my parents know if I will be home, but there is no expectation that I will be. I have my own life and a full time job. I don't "mooch" and it seems to work out well... for the most part.
I do my share of house work; cleaning, dishes, cooking. I do my share of grocery shopping and all those things you would share with a roommate. Am I hindered by living at home? Only by people who are close minded and freaked out about that fact. I'm not ashamed that I am still "at home". I love having roommates that I for the most part get along with. I have found that the older I get the better I get along with my parents and the more I realize how much I am like them.
So, why am I writing this blog you ask? To let people know that it is okay. I'm not the only 20-something living at home, but I may be one of the only ones who is happy living at home right now. So, follow me on my adventures of life, work, love and friends.
Until next time...
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