4 month reprieve

14 09 2009

So, that whole business about blogging with regularity?  Not working out so well.  I guess I just get too busy reading other blogs to bother with updating mine.  Meh.

The end of a decade

4 05 2009

I just finished up celebrating the final birthday of my twenties.  Yep.  I was informed by my mother in-law, in her schmaltzy but sweet birthday card, that I have officially entered my 30th year.  You know, because your 1st birthday marks the end of your 1st year of life and your 29th the end of your 29th year of life.  Hence, 29th + 1 day = well into 30th year on earth.  Since I firmly believe that anything worth doing is worth doing right, I celebrated my birthday for a week and a half.

So here I am.  And how do I feel?  Great, actually.  Bring on 30, I can totally handle it.

Happy birthday to who?  Why me, of course

Happy birthday to who? Why me, of course


20 03 2009

So it looks like my plan for my new blog is not going, well, according to plan.   I had all of these wonderful images of my blogging, blogging, blogging away about all of the myriad things that pop into my mind every day.  Yeah.  Working out so well.

I was going to write about being weeks away from 29 and finally, for the first time in my life, wanting a baby.  And I don’t mean just some faint baby pangs.  I mean consuming, uterus aching, baby longing.  For real.  And yet? No words.

I was going to write about the joys of being laid off, unemployed, and then under-employed during a recession.  About how many rejection letters I’ve received from jobs I’m totally qualified for, jobs I’m sort of qualified for, and jobs I’m way overqualified for.  And yet? No posts.

What’s keeping me so busy?  Certainly it’s not my part-time job.  Or all the kids I still don’t have.  Or my super-busy (meh) social life.

I read all of these wonderful blogs written by fabulous women every day and they inspire me to write and yet?  I still haven’t done it.  What’s my deal?

I resolve to do better, to write more, to share with the strangers of the interwebs all of the things I promised in my introductory post.  Soon.  Very soon.  If not sooner.

Would you rather have knives or china?

4 02 2009

That’s what my mother in-law asked me a couple of months before our wedding.  After neatly splitting the top of my middle finger today while making lunch I’m thinking I should’ve said china.  Apparently, the knives I received 4 years ago are still very, very sharp.

Now that the introductions are out of the way…

30 01 2009

let’s get down to the business of my life.  How did I get here again?  I guess it all really started about 5 years ago (or nearly 29, but whatever).

So? My backstory?  You’re all dying to read it.  All none of you.

I met my [now] husband  in what is quickly becoming a very common way.  That’s right folks, the wonders of internet dating are responsible for my marriage.  That and some serious chemistry-clicky-goodness.  We first “met” in October of 2003, or rather, he sent me an e-mail through the totally safe double-blind online dating e-mail message service.  Which I promptly ignored!  C’mon… he was living where he was living and I was living where I was living which just so happened to be about 80 miles North of where he was living.  And so I read his very charming e-mail and didn’t write back.  But… I also neglected to delete it.

So one fine December day–after I’ve decided to move about 45 miles south to the land where the rent is cheaper (read: free.  Thanks mom!), save my money so that I can quit my job and go back to school–I’m sitting in my office with some rare down time, cleaning out my e-mail account.  Stop me if you know where this is going.  And I come across this e-mail, his e-mail, and read it again.  Dang but he’s funny, charming, smart, and (dare I say it?) cute.  Yep, I got all of that from one short e-mail.  And I decided then and there to e-mail him back.  Knowing all the while that now, two months later, I’ve probably missed the window.

It started off as e-mails back and forth and then instant messages during his lunches and planning periods and my down-time.  Next came the telephone conversations that lasted for hours and finally, in February, we decided to actually meet.  In some place very public, very neutral, and very safe.  We ended up meeting at a local burger joint for lunch.  It was kitschy.  A small stand type restaurant straight out of 1950 with a tiny indoor seating area, oldies blasting through the speakers, and a giant plastic hamburger perched on top.  It was perfect.

Our Leap Day lunch date turned into a walk in his favorite park and then coffee at his favorite local shop and then reluctantly saying goodbye a mere 7 hours later.   We went out again the following Tuesday, this time a little closer to my neck of the woods.  And that was that.  Our fate was sealed.

We surprised our families by getting hitched less 6 months after our phenomenal first date and here we are nearly 5 years later.  Still married, still happy, still chemistry-clicky-goodness.  Not too shabby for a girl who was NEVER going to get married.

(come back later for Act II of my very exciting backstory)

Hello world!

24 01 2009

It’s a new year.  Actually, it’s a 24-day-old year now, but who’s counting really?

In an effort to blog more frequently and freely, I’ve started a new one.  Blog, that is, as we’ve already established that the year is well under way.  This blog, unlike my last will be semi-anonymous.  The theory being that I will have more to write about and more to say when I’m not worried if people I know are reading and judging; when I don’t feel like I’m sharing my inner-most secrets, fears, longings, what-have-you, with people I don’t necessarily want to know about them.   Perfect strangers half a world away? Don’t mind if they know.  But people who live down the street?  Not so much.

So, wish me luck with my new adventure.  You know, if you’ve managed to find my blog somehow in the vast reaches of cyber space.