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Find house: Check

Do Laundry: Check

Play with dog: Check

Budget that monies: Check

Win trophy for being an adult: Check


I'm moving next weekend over the holiday break. I still have some things to get done before then, but basically everything is packed up. I do have to go to IKEA on a Friday afternoon with crazy pants (my mother) and pick up the bed, and dresser.

The house itself is pretty cute. 3b/2ba and it's in Decatur. The back yard is fenced in for cowdog (yayh!) and there are plenty of places to put a hammock. I get a good vibe from the house too, which is important for me. It kind of reminds me of my grandparents house a little which is why I find it comfortable. I'm not going to have a roommate for a while so that I can be a big girl and manage my own house. I honestly am looking forward to cleaning and mowing the lawn (GASP). Yes people, ladies can mow lawns in America.

I also altered my appearance just tonight. For years and years and years I blew tons of money keeping my hair blond. My natural hair color is something close to dark blond, and I probably haven't seen that shade on myself since I was fifteen. I have been highlighting it for close to ten years. I don't even want to write the math down for you kids, it's embarrassing. But this isn't really about the money.

I'll tell you a story, but there has to be no judging involved. Once upon a time, this young lady started dating a dashing business man. He was the perfect gentleman and even held doors open for the lady that she didn't even know existed. He told her she was lovely...stunning and meant everything to him. One day, this lady wanted a change in her life. She went and dyed her long blond hair a dark brown. The mister did not like it, and asked her to never change her hair color from blond ever again, or wear tshirts and flip flops and to try and be as perfect as possible.

The moral of the story? Don't date french men. Or something like that. For a long time after that all happened I didn't have the courage to do anything about my hair color other than keeping it blond. I thought that if I got it back to my natural hair color that people would not find me attractive. It took someone close to tell me that I'm beautiful no matter what is on top of my head. I should be much more inclined to focus more whats inside of my head. So that's what I'm doing.

France trip is impending too. I still need to do a TON of planning on that beast, but I kind of like the idea of having no set plans. I will have a list of things I'd like to do, but if I wake up one day and want to eat cheese and drink a ton of wine in a park I'm gonna rock that. Plus I'll save a ton of money if I just stick to grocery fair instead of sitting in a bistro alone reading a book on philosophy while the french rolls their snobby eyeballs at me.

Well. Now that I've been on that whole night schedule at work I have been staying up to ridiculous hours. I'll write more about work next time. I just had some words in my brain that I needed to get out.

Shiny new things

1. My number one pet peeve at work is when I'm walking down the hall and a nurse spots me and says, "Respiratory?". I want so bad to respond, "Yes, Nursing?" I have a really nice list of completely sarcastic responses for them, but so far I just haven't gotten the nerve up to test it out on someone. Has to be the right person too.

2. Just bought myself a shiney new pair of aviator Ray Bans. I feel severely important when I'm wearing them.

3. Started writing again. It's weird what inspires me. I write on this blog mostly to just get work junk off of my shoulders. I hope to get a few good short stories done while on vacation here pretty soon.

4. IKEA on Saturdays is evil. Almost as bad as apple stores.


5. Moving soon. Not sure on the details quite yet, but I'm looking forward to finally bustin out on my own.

6. Personal life keeps getting more interesting. I quit looking, and found something pretty awesome. Shiny and new.

Argh X3

It's two a.m. and I'm attempting to train myself to stay up late. I have been working mostly day shifts so far, but this week I'm on evenings, AND next week I have some lovely night shifts to fill in for a coworker. I haven't picked up any nights before... so this is going to be interesting. I think it's just going to require lots of redbull and dancing around in the ICU when no one is looking.

I had a really busy day at work today. I dealt with one HORRIBLE attending during a code. It was my first time meeting the "thorn". Thorn is one of those attendings that barks orders and is constantly trying to pin the blame on someone else. I survived only on the premise that I smiled and played nice when confronted. It's just easier to play into the ego, than to buck up against it.

Another life changing moment just happened yesterday. I've been having a lot of those in the last year and a half. I had no idea that the mid-twenties would be so volatile. I suppose it has something to do with finding out who I truly am. I still have a ton of adventures to take on. I still feel some residual pressure from family/friends/society to get aboard that marriage train. I was standing at the platform just recently, and you know what, I decided to walk alone to the destination for now. I'm glad I didn't catch the train before I was really ready to take that trip. You know me, looooove those metaphors.

Bed time. Good night respiratory.