This One Time In Paris

I have officially been in the USA for a while, actually, haven’t left the Midwest for almost two month.  I am used to traveling, going to the airport and such and I think that I am having withdrawals.

To cope with these shakes and headaches, I reminisce about all my trips and look at pictures.

I love this picture of Dean and I in Paris, it was such a wonderful day.  We spent the whole day wondering about the city, seeing the city, taking the subway and munching on local treats.

Oh, how I wish I could travel every day!

I’ll Let You Know

So, it’s out there.  I am officially looking for a new job.  Not because I dislike my current job, but I am ready to make a move to the city. 

I did get a job offer from an organization that I am familiar with from college but an struggling with the idea of leaving my current position at this time.  With the beginning of summer and the craziness the ensues from this!

One option is to take the position and struggle emotionally and financially, or to stay in my current position and keep looking.  I want to move, that is the biggest draw, and I do enjoy the organization that I would be working with.  If I don’t take a job now, what will happen a few months down the road when I am ready to move and I can’t find a job….

I am absolutely horrible at making decisions, wishing that someone was there to make a decision for me!  Please

I Deserve an F-

Life has been crazy, crazy, crazy.  Hence I haven’t posted in a very long time.

My life may be changing drastically within the next couple of weeks.  I promise to update as soon as things are official.

Peace

Weather

This weather certainly isn’t helping my garden.  The garden that I am extremely proud of becuase I bought all the seeds, nurtured them until they were seedlings and now have re-potted them in nice little terra cotta pots.  I set them out in the sun everyday and bring them all in at night.  Aren’t I a good gardner. Seeing as I don’t have any yard to plant these, my back porch is going to become a sea of pots this summer.  With lots of fresh veggies!

Must Be Getting Older

There are several signs that I am getting older and it is getting a little scarey. Firstly, it’s the whole “damn it’s 9pm, I am tired and ready for bed.” In addition, it’s my internal clock that wakes me up at 6:15am every morning. I used to be able to sleep until 10 or 11, easy. But now, its a struggle to sleep until 8am when I have to get up and get ready for work.

Or maybe it’s my body getting ready for having children. That would be the perfect sleep schedule for having a family. But, this ain’t going to happen anytime soon, so no need worrying ’bout that.

Love For My Little Car

I have wanted a new car for, well, almost forever. Something with leather seats and a sun roof. The complete opposite of my 2000 Saturn.

But now as gas prices have gotten obsurd, I can’t really complain anymore. On a recent stint, I kept track of how many miles I got on a tank of gas. It was 365, that’s about 36 miles to the gallon.

Lastly, I would like to make a point that we shouldn’t complain about gas prices in America. Try going to England where it would cost the enquivalent of $8.42 per gallon.

So, I am not going to compain anymore about it. I’ve said my piece and now I will just have to live with high gas prices.

That Butterfly Feeling

You know that feeling when something makes you really excited.  Like that feeling when you first meet someone that you really, really like.  It gives you a tingle in your tummy. A smile on your face.

It can also happen when you reconnect with people that were once a part of your life.  It’s weird how Facebook can even do this.  I have reconnected with many people because of this simple website.  It gives me a good feeling when I get a “friend request” from one of those people. 

I’m Close To Tears

I am preparing for a medical procedure tomorrow, therefore, I can only have clear liquids all day today.   I just want to eat something.  Bread, crutons, pizza, cookie dough, a banana, ANYTHING.  This is a sure test of my discipline.  But if I don’t do it right this time, I will have to do all over again.

I am debating whether or not to just go to bed now and sleep through the night while my stomach grumbles away.

My Last Night

Tonight is the night.  The last night that I will be lounging on the couch by myself, watching what I want to watch, and eating dinner on my lap. 

I am leaving for a few weeks, on a little vacay excursion with mi padre.  And when I return, Dean will be BACK.  It will be a breath of fresh air having him back in the country.  Firstly, I miss him.  His gentle voice on the phone just doesn’t cut it.  I need him to crawl in bed with me at 3am.  I need him to complement me on my cooking, telling me he wants more when the pans have been scraped clean.  I need someone to go to Target with and just waste time.  I want him to just be here.  He keeps me in line too, which is a good thing these days. 

But, I have gotten used to living by my lonesome.  Doing my own thing.  Cooking and eating when I want.  Sleeping with the windows open.  Checking and double checking the locks every night.  Having the whole damn couch to myself, and being able to sit however I want.

That brings me to another point, don’t know if I have mentioned the “couch” before.  If I have, I am sorry.  If I haven’t, here we go. 

We have inherited two couches.  First one, a hideous bright yellow couch with blue flowers.  Yup, horrible ugly.  It’s comfortable, but just too much.  Our second couch, a lovely over-stuffed Pottery Barn type couch.  Ultra comfy, you just fall into it. 

We used to have both couches in the living, room.  It felt it was really crowded, but he thought it was appropriate.  The thing is, he never sat on it.  And when I threatened to throw it over the balcony when he left, he magically started sitting in the hideous couch.  EVERY NIGHT, until I was fast asleep and then he would move to the other couch. 

Currently the couch is in the second bedroom, but I know this couch is going to cause some raised voices upon my return.

For now, I am enjoying my last night.  And I am even going to have some ice cream here in a minute.

Shite

It’s 5:53pm on a Sunday evening, I am freshly showered, curled up on the couch with all the curtains open and sun shining in.  Sounds like perfection right?

Well, add in that I am hungover and extremely tired because of a night of wine, Jack and Cokes, rejection, gay bars, and taxi rides in Chicago. 

So here I am, counting down the minutes until it gets dark out and I can crawl into bed and probably have a good cry.