Ford Truck

I’m a city girl that lives in the country. I actually live in what is called a city, but in comparison to what I grew up in, and according to most of my family, I live out in the middle of nowhere. As far as what my extended family thinks, the fact that I can drive ten minutes and see a cornfield, is evidence enough. So, I live in a town of about 60,000 people (though in the summer it’s significantly less because of the student population, I think), and I commute to work in a small town south of here.

I like riding in pickup trucks, for whatever reason, it’s just fun. And today, we were so short-staffed at work that when one of the guys out at a job-site needed a part, I was called upon to drive it out to them. I got to drive a Ford truck, and it was so fun to be in such a large vehicle driving out in the open listening to the classical music station.

Yay for being a pretend country girl.

Clean Studio!

I came home one evening last week to find that my husband had spent the day cleaning our second bedroom, which we call our “studio”. This is the room that serves as ‘the craft room’, ‘the study room’, ‘the office’, ‘the music room’, and ‘the reading room’. I keep thinking about the fact that our studio is clean and it makes me happy inside. I have been struggling to actually clean the room myself because I just don’t have a ‘spot’ for everything yet. The studio had become ‘that room’ that we just throw everything in that we don’t know what to do with. I am so excited to actually have my craft table cleaned off so I stop littering the living room floor with my craft supplies.

Graduation Time!

My husband is officially a college graduate! Yay for being a real grown-up! And for having to look for a real grown-up job! I’m excited for the day when I’m not the main bread-winner. Mostly because I hope that by not being the bread-winner, I would actually be able to go to the store to buy bread before we run out instead of after having none for a few days.

Congratulations, John on getting a really expensive piece of paper!

 

 

New Hair!

I got about seven inches chopped off. And it feels amazing!

I haven’t had my hair this short since probably about 3rd or 4th grade, so this is a big deal for me. I think I always had my hair long to spite my mom who prefers short hair.

I didn’t want to be in that statistic of getting married and chopping my hair short…but alas, I am. I hope to not always have my hair short, but after it being short for a few weeks, I’m starting to wish it even shorter. Though…I’m not sure my husband is that excited for it to be even shorter, so we’ll see. For now, I’m happily getting used to not needing as much shampoo and conditioner in my hair…and therefore cutting the budget a little.

Being Sick

If there is one thing I don’t like, it’s bring sick. What’s even worse is calling in sick to work. This past Friday, I went home early from work sick (and after I had an emotional breakdown) and then proceeded to be sick the rest of the weekend. It was so annoying to be cooped up inside but feeling no better than I did on Friday. Sunday night (early Monday morning actually) I woke up at about 4am suddenly feeling like something good broke through…a breaking fever perhaps? So Monday I got the honors of going back to work with Doctor Husband orders to “not stress out too much”. I was feeling “fair to partly cloudy” as my coworker put it. Then last night as I was going to bed, I felt icky again, and now, it’s Tuesday and I’m home sick from work. Oh being sick…

John has been wonderful in this, he has yet to complain about taking care of me…and he’s gotten really good at heating up soup. I love you, John!

I wrote this on my iPod, so please kindly overlook any typos/autocorrect errors.

Til next time.

You know you work in a small town when…

…someone calls your place of work, doesn’t identify who they are (because I should just know) and asks where the name of “that business a mile north of town” that does a line of work completely unrelated to what your business does.

This actually happened, and it made me smile. Since when did the business I work for become a phone book?

Confession Of The Day

I think that thank you cards are, in general, silly. I add the “in general” part because there are times in which they do make sense.

But really, thank you cards are just insane. Not because of the thank you card itself, but because people are obligated to write them. Because of the obligation to write them, they often become impersonal. The thought of writing a thank you card to a random person I’ve never met, for a spatula, just seems insane. I mean, really? It’s not that I’m not thankful for the gift, I just don’t like writing the thank you card. Maybe I’m just cynical because of all the thank you cards I still need to write from my wedding. If you haven’t received one yet, it’s because I don’t like writing thank you cards, not because I am ungrateful!

Now I will say that there are times when I actually do want to write a thank you card, I just have to be in a thank you card mood. So, Mom-in-law (since I know you’re reading)–I was in a thank you card mood when I wrote yours, please don’t get any crazy ideas otherwise.

I’ve decided to make a goal to get my thank you cards done before July 1st so that when we move to a different apartment at the beginning of August, I don’t have to worry about them. Besides, I have these wonderful little return address stickers to use that I would hate to have go to waste!

That’s all for now. Til next time…