TwentySomething

I Dream in Cinnamon Rolls

2010-04-01T06:57:00.000-07:00

For those of you who don't know, I kind of have a food obsession. Or as Mr. TwentySomething would say, I am "a fat girl trapped in a skinny girl's body." Which is fairly accurate considering I used to be a fat girl. I have outgrown the baby fat, but have not outgrown my love of food. Baked goods to be exact.

It's not my fault really, food obsession runs in the family. I am genetically predisposed to salivate at the sound of the oven timer. You see, both my mom and my grandmother are foodies. Each important event is marked by a signature pastry. Easter is homemade cinnamon rolls and coconut cake...not at the same time, but I wouldn't put it past us. Birthday cakes are adorned with sugar flowers and sweet rolled fondant (both my mother and I have taken cake decorating classes). The Fourth of July calls for our family's Strawberry Shortcake recipe (which Mr. T is thinks is not sweet enough because he has been brainwashed by the cheap snack cakes that they sell in the supermarket). Thanksgiving, of course, means Pumpkin Pie. But not just any pumpkin pie, pie that has been developed through years of experimentation until the perfect crust emerged. Laced with vodka, it comes out of the oven all golden and flaky with specks of butter. Christmas has given us my grandmother's traditional Swiss cookie, Biberli.

I spend most of my time trying to suppress my food addiction, which I am fairly effective at. In general, I am a very healthy eater (ie. "fat girl trapped in a skinny girl's body"). Mr. T's comparison used to offend me a bit, but when a new cookbook comes in the mail, as it did yesterday, I feel the warm fuzzies rush over me and I can't help but blog about its amazingness and own up to my obsession.

The famed America's Test Kitchen has a book called Baking Illustrated. It is a 350 recipe Bible for pastries, breads, and the like. It gives scientific explanation for why particular recipes "work" and why some don't. It would probably bore most people, but it produces an indescribable feeling, to which Mr. T rolls his eyes in pitiful ignorance. It tests dozens of recipes, from apple turnovers to blueberry muffins, to present what they believe to be the absolute best of each confection.

I am contemplating creating one dessert a week. In attempts preserve my skinny-girl facade, I have a devious plan of dropping off all of the leftovers at work. Mwahaha! If that doesn't win you friends, I don't know what will!

Unfortunately, I stayed up an hour past my bedtime last night while reading my new cookbook, so I will have to survive the morning on coffee. But I don't fret much because I woke up in a surprisingly energetic mood. That's probably because I spent the night dreaming about Cinnamon Rolls. No lie. My mom and I were both making cinnamon rolls for Easter and I was extremely concerned that people would like hers better than mine. But she typically leaves that job up to me now, so I shall be Queen once again :)

hypertext markup...what?!

2010-03-24T12:39:00.000-07:00

I haven't been posting a lot lately, because I'm in the process of figuring out a bit more about html so I can create a new....er, updated blog. I absolutely love the theme I have going for this blog, but I think my excitement got the best of me. I jumped in head first, without laying some of the ground work. Now, as I have been blogging and reading blogs a lot more lately, I see the necessity of better formatting and planning. The look of your blog is the first thing people notice, and I want to give the right impression! Therefore, between working and homemaking, I am attempting to do a little revamping. I have a lot to say, I'm just not sure that I want to waste good posts on a less than stellar page.

I will, however, give you a quick update on things. Work has been coming along as well as work ever does....punctuated with some good friend times and a wedding here and there. In more exciting news, we close on our house mid April and will start the massive repainting process. I will wait to share with you all of the decorating plans I have milling about in my brain. Stay tuned!!

Simplicity

2010-03-12T11:06:00.000-08:00

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I promised you a rant about simplicity...and here it is.

Humans were not made to sit at a desk for 40+ hours a week. People were not made to be separated from their families for 40+ hours a week. We were not made to eat processed foods and only have cyber-friendships. Humans were not made to live lives in which we must squeeze in five minutes for ourselves each day.

I believe that our purpose is to love God and love others. Humans were made for relationship...and not just the facebook kind, the real thing. Face-to-face, come-over-to-dinner, share-your-life kind of relationships. But the modern world, especially America, is so backwards. We value and reward working and individuality. The more time we put into a work week, the more of an asset we are. If we can climb the career ladder, then we will have really achieved something. Meanwhile, families are neglected, marriages end, and we become overburdened, bitter shells.

The effects of this problem are almost limitless. Because we have no time to ourselves, we eat fast food and our health takes a hit. Not only do we consume extra calories, but also an increasing number of fake, processed imitations of the real things. We spend most of our time sedentary, when our bodies were built for strength and movement, thus affecting our health even more. Magazine articles read, "Find Five Minutes of YOU Time!"

Social interactions have become alarmingly electronic. Text, e-mail, facebook, twitter, myspace, gaming over the net. Social competence has been de-emphasized and produced a generation of youth that no longer have deep, meaningful relationships. It is a self-serving system that demonstrates a persons value based on the number of "friends" they have and how many pictures are tagged.

I hate this system. The world is backwards in so many ways. I will never be a person who works more than forty hours a week. We were made to love people. We long for unconditional acceptance and support from others. How can this be accomplished when the main priority is to make more money and work more? We care more about living up to employers expectations than we do about really caring for people. What would it look like if Americans worked a little less and cared a little more. What if, instead of going into the office on a Saturday morning, we invited a new neighbor over to our house for breakfast? What if we spent time with our children in the evening instead of working late? What if we invested some of that hard earned money into charity rather than buying a new car? What if we were selfless?

It is a difficult task in America, but I believe we are called to simplicity. Lives filled with people and the Gospel. Things that are best in their simplest form. We should work hard, but it should be directed towards those things that point back to God and people, especially our families. Jesus said, "I have come so that you might have life, and have it abundantly." Are you living an abundant life?

**photo is from: http://www.flickr.com/photos/34657321@N02/3780881873/

Thanks Kiddo!

2010-02-25T14:10:00.000-08:00

It's hard to feel like a grown-up when your supervisor calls you "kiddo." :/

BIG NEWS!!

2010-02-23T18:26:00.000-08:00

The TwentySomethings bought a house!

The build is absolutely beautiful. Only problem is, the previous owner painted it some horrific colors. The outside is a baby blue and the inside is all, yes all, lemon yellow. It looks like summer puked. We have a lot of changes to make!

It's also a liiiitle guy...not even a full 1000 square feet. I've been looking at decorating ideas and ways to maximize small spaces. I'm leaning towards fresh, earthy colors like sage green, dusty blue, and creams. There will definitely be some before and after pics.

We close April 15th and will spend two weeks painting before we move in on the first of May.

Give me your ideas! I'm a little overwhelmed....but excited :)

Advice from a Kindergartener

2010-02-22T11:49:00.000-08:00

My first day of kindergarten was not a good experience. You're probably thinking it is because I had separation anxiety or maybe there was a little mini-bully. Good guesses, but no. The real reason is because I didn't learn how to read on the first day. Apparently, what I had picked up on over the weeks leading up to the beginning of my education was that kindergarten is where you learn to read. Obviously I missed the memo that it takes longer than one day. I have always had the tendency to be an overdramatic, need-to-have-all-my-ducks-in-a-row kind of girl.

I still feel this irritation begin to emerge as I am trying to learn to be an adult. I want to be the "good" kind of adult that is selfless and responsible. The kind that effortlessly blends childlike zest for life with a mature sense of self and the world. And the six year old inside of me WANTS IT NOW!!!

I need to learn a lesson from my kindergarten self: one doesn't learn to read in a day and neither does one learn to be an adult overnight. If I were already perfectly responsible there would be no "quarter-life crisis." The key is to keep the good parts of being a kid (catching fireflies, sleeping in and watching cartoons on saturdays, dreaming) and cut out the bad (avoiding veggies, throwing tantrums because you didn't learn how to read, sticking silly putty up your nose). I think if we master that, we're better off than a lot of "adults."

In the words of our good friends from Scrubs, "I thought growing up was something that happened automatically as you got older. But it turns out it's something you have to choose to do."*

*borrowed from the blog Playing Grown Up

Introducing....Antoinette!

2010-02-17T18:56:00.000-08:00

In the end, we didn't end up getting any of those pets. Three of the Four (all except Putnam) had already been adopted! I guess that's what we get for going on Valentine's Day!

We ended up getting a cat named Antoinette. She is a gorgeous, midnight black. As her name implies, she is a diva. And we have catered to that by getting her a sparkly pink collar. The whole reason we got her was because we didn't want a "stand-offish" cat. She was the friendliest and snuggled into our necks. It was adorable.

But don't be fooled. She is an affection whore. She must be receving attention and chin scratching 24/7 or she'll walk on your head until you do.

I've been doing some research on how to fix the problem. Any suggestions??

New TwentySomething Baby!

2010-02-12T21:36:00.000-08:00

It's time for the first addition to our family!

A pet! I made you a little nervous, huh? It's time for a vote. Which kind of pet should we adopt? We went to the animal shelter yesterday and here are our top choices:

-Joe Moe: a brown, short-haired tabby cat. When we got to the shelter, he was definitely trying to get our attention. As soon as we opened the cage door, he crawled onto my chest to be held. Definitely a sweetheart!
-Horatio: a terrier/schnauzer mix. He was such a sweet, snuggly looking lap-dog. He was calm...a people, er dog-watcher.
-Macy: a beagle/blue healer mix. She is a medium sized dog that snuggled up to my hand when I pet her, but was ready for a good run when we went for a walk. Seems like a good mix of energetic, but peaceful.
-Putnam: a black dachshund! I opened the cage and he darted off in his little sweater. By the time I caught him, he was shaking and scared. I picked him up and he burrowed into my neck. His nerves calmed a bit as I held him.

Okay, in making your selection, try to disregard the fact that one of them is named Horatio. How awesome is that?! We want to even the playing field as much as possible.

Rock the Vote!

The Woes of NOT Making Babies

2010-02-08T19:09:00.000-08:00

I've always had a beef with women being the ones responsible for ensuring the existence of a childless life until a couple is ready to conceive. Meanwhile, men go about enseminating whatever they please. It's just a fact that men are irresponsible and women are nags, so the duty falls to the woman. I bet doctor's have already come up with male contriceptives, but quickly realized that, with men in the driver's seat, the world would quickly become even more overpopulated than it already is. It's really not an option, you see.

At the risk of sounding man hating, I will amend my statement by reminding my faithful readers that, while my husband is a neenerhead at times, he is a loving, sweet man. In addition, I occassionally may be the slightest bit of an airhead. It's rare...but it does happen. So, we'll call it even.

The most recent episode was a couple weeks ago. I was about to start a new pack of good ole BC pills. If you've ever seen a standard pack, you know there are four rows of seven pills each....three "active" rows, and one placebo row. My particular pack has rows that are all different colors. So, they are difficult to dicifer.....if you don't read the labels.....which I didn't. I was in a hurry one morning, and popped out the first pills, and continued to do so for the next five days. By the end of the week, Mr. Twentysomething brought my pills to me and showed me a quite unfortunate sight. In my early-morning haste, I had flipped my pill pack upside down and had been taking the placebo pills for almost a full week. Are you catching the problem?

I called the doctor (who laughed at me) and now my privileges are suspended for a month. Not only that...but who knows what other surprises could await me in nine months??? I'll keep you posted.

How do you feel about the issue? Should men be equally responsible for baby control? Is there a particular BC that you favor?

New Layout!

2010-02-05T13:24:00.000-08:00

I have selected a new layout! Lucky for me, there are people who do it for you because I have zero html skills. While I feel that an aspiring blogger should have some, I have no desire to learn which creates quite the predicament.

I chose the houses because that's where one lives in adultland. But, you'll also notice that they are drawn in a really childlike way. That's right where I'm at in life...stuck between adultland and childville...and this causes my sun to frown. See all the thought that went into my selection? I really chose it for the pink stripes though. Since I live with a boy now, my usage of pink in decorating has been severely limited.

I think when we get a house with an extra room, I'll turn it into an obnoxiously pink reading nook. Everything sounds cuter and more quaint when you add "nook" to it, don't you think?

Love and Boogers

2010-01-31T18:52:00.001-08:00

Today Mr.TwentySomething and discussing an article I had been given a few years ago. We found it as we were going through our bedroom and trying to de-clutter in order to finally decorate after eight months!

The article is entitled "Passive Men and Wild Women." The idea is that men, in their relationship with their wives, tend to be inactive, inarticulate, and withdrawn...PASSIVE. Women, in turn, puts on the pressure in order to feel some kind of connectedness, which causes her husband to retreat further. It finally ends with the remedy. First is the realization that men and women are different. At times, we must try to see things from a different viewpoint And second, it takes hard work. This is how the author explains it, "It's not just talking; it’s also listening. And not just listening, but also hearing. Not just hearing, but also responding, calmly and kindly." In other words, acting unselfishly in your partnership.

Speaking of the difference between men and women, here's how our conversation ended:

Me: That was such a good article! We should save it and read over it every now and then.
Mr. T: I just threw it in the trash and put a booger on it.

S-O-S!

2010-01-21T19:43:00.001-08:00

Can anyone out there in blog land give me some tips on how to format or otherwise improve upon my blog? I'm the kind of girl that does want to have to read about it. You know the type...they get a new phone, but refuse to read the operation manual. Instead, they decided to mess around with it until they figure it out....or permanently lock their phone so they have to call the company to get it activated again. That's me.

Any help would be appreciated!

The Golden Globes

2010-01-19T12:07:00.000-08:00

We watched the Golden Globes a couple nights ago and spent some time developing a few fashion rules.

Rule Number One: If you're over 40, dress like it.

Exhibit A:

And, during my research, look what I came across. This is Jennifer from the Golden Globes a few years ago.

Now, I love Jen as much as the next girl at the hair salon, but these are some really unfortunate fashion decisions. Obviously she has fired her stylist....or her stylist is a hooker.

Rule Number Two: If you have breasts the size of Pluto, you are not allowed to wear a dress cut down to your knees.

Not Okay.

Rule Number Three: Leave your curtains at home.

That completes our comprehensive list. Learn it. Live it. Message me for my mailing address if you'd like to send a thank-you card.

On that note, I'll leave you with the ever classy, Kate Winslet. This is how an age-appropriate woman SHOULD dress:

Adultland

2010-01-13T19:17:00.000-08:00

I always knew that I'd be a really good grown-up. I'm an old soul, or so I'm told. While everyone was being rebellious in high school and out partying in college, I was dreaming of a cozy little home to come back to after a long day of saving the world via social work. My friends were busy working their way up the popularity totem pole while I lamented the world's seeming lack of kindred spirits.

Okay, I suppose I'm making myself sound like a complete nerd. I wasn't a nerd, per se, I just refused to follow the crowd when it came to ridiculous adolescent behavior. It caused me a lot of grief. I always had conflicting emotions between what popular culture said I should be like and who I really was or wanted to be. Still, I never compromised. Sometimes I feel the urge to make up for it a bit...but I'm all too sensible for that.

Instead, I waited out my time. It's steadily gotten better, and now I'm at a place I love. High school....blah. College....definitely not a bad time. Adultland....I'm hitting my stride. I hear that once you become a thirty something, most of that nagging self-consciousness goes away. One can only dream. For now, TwentySomething is just peachy.

One Week Down

2010-01-10T19:33:00.000-08:00

I have endured my first ever 40-hour week. The verdict is still out as to how I feel about the whole situation. I decided to create a pro-con list to help me decided.

Pros:
1. I'm the youngest, cutest employee
2. I have an awesome automated signature that I get to attach to the end of all of my emails.
3. I get business cards
4. I'm now above poverty level
5. I can afford insurance
6. Since this is my first job and I have to adjust to a new schedule, I have an excuse to use all of my downtime to read and play Mario instead of cleaning (we'll see how much longer that holds up).

Cons:
1. I have to work eight hours a day
2. I have no energy to invest in relationships...or a pet. I really want a pet.
3. I don't have office space yet, so I spend my time trying to look busy. Sorting paper clips, assist with saran wrapping the Christmas tree, reading irrelevant state laws....
4. I used to cook. Now I make meals with titles like "Rush Hour Chili"
5. Coffee cake, chocolates, and pop are always lurking, waiting to attack upon my approach.

Honestly, I had a harder time coming up with cons than pros...obviously I've found my calling. It really is a good job and one that will pick up a bit after we find office space in the locations I'll be at. In fact, I have made an important decision that I must update you on. I have decided to put off graduate school for a year. After much contemplation, I decided that an extra year of money and experience would greatly benefit me. It's a new position that I'm launching and I wanted to give myself enough time to really make some headway. That said, I'm enjoying the idea of neglecting studying for a year and a half.

I finally have peace with my decision and I'm loving where I'm at.

Best Year of My Life

2009-12-31T11:21:00.000-08:00

As the year draws to a close, I realize I have neglected to do the usual nostalgic reflecting. So I'll spare a few minutes :) The past several years I have chosen not to make New Year's resolutions, because I realize that they are often not kept and lead to a gnawing sense of irritation. If I do, it's usually something pretty vague like, "be more positive." More likely than not, I use the time to think back on how far I've come and think about where I'm going in the future. It has definitely been a crazy year! Wedding planning, seven months of marriage, graduation, and a new job (which starts on Monday, by the way!). It has been ridiculously stressful at times, but the memories were worth the effort.

Tonight we will ring in the new year with friends. How do you celebrate the new year? Do you make resolutions?

Fashion Bug

2009-12-30T06:14:00.001-08:00

Okay, I'm over feeling guilty. Fashion is like a drug. After a few days of mulling it over, and stalking various style blogs, I'm feeling pangs of withdrawal. The thought that maybe I should forgo grad school in lieu of a 9-5 in order to afford fun ensembles just crossed my mind. Maybe I'm being a little rash......???

The Final Result

2009-12-26T20:21:00.000-08:00

I had a shopping marathon today. Six hours to be exact. Although, one of those hours was spent trying to back out of the driveway. We had a white Christmas...a blizzard no less! Now, I must inform you that I am not, nor have I ever been a Black Friday/day after Christmas shopper. However, this December 26th I decided to venture out into the arctic tundra to brave the elements and crazy drivers (People in the southwest are incapable of driving in winter weather) to find the perfect first job wardrobe.

Two aching arms, one empty belly, and six hours later, Here is the result (including yesterday's Christmas gifts):
-one navy dress
-one brown bag
-7 camis
-3 skirts
-2 scarves
-two pairs of tights: brown herring bone and opaque black
-7 tops
-4 cardigans
-1 pair heels
-1 pair slouchy boots
-2 pairs of pants
...and a partridge in a pair tree.

Really, I found some amazing deals and really cute items. Here's the problem...I have never spent more than probably $200 at one time. Even though I was given a budget, I'm feeling a little guilty/greedy and overwhelmed. I have been perusing style blogs (see "What I Wore" So cute!) and feel almost certain that, while I have all the staples, I am utterly hopeless when it comes to combining all the pieces. Don't get me wrong, I'm a fairly fashionable person, but very simple. Think, skinny jeans, slouchy boots, crew top, and a necklace. Anymore than that, and I'm lost. That's where I'm at today. Tomorrow, I'll probably be returning my 12 days of Christmas...

The Big-Girl Wardrobe Hunt

2009-12-20T13:21:00.000-08:00

So, in celebration of my new big-girl job (cleverly disguised as a necessity for success in said position), I have convinced Mr. Twentysomething to allot some shopping money for a new big-girl wardrobe!

The attire is kind of business-casual, and so far my clothing selection consists of mostly college-slob.

Here's what I'm thinking to start off with:
-several new camis. I'm always on the hunt for long, fitted ones to layer. I may have hit the jackpot. 3/$15 from wetseal.com. Teeny-bopper store? Yes. Cheap, cute undershirts? Yes!

-cardigan. I have been looking for a good cardigan for probably two years. So, I'm considering spending a bit more on this. Here's a cute one from American Eagle.

-opaque black tights. Another item that you can go cheap on. Hello Target, my love!

-classic button down. I think this is a really boring item to spend a lot of money on, but I suppose its important to have a good quality classic in your closet. All the good ones I found start around $50! Who knew!

-slouchy boots. Definitely need a pair of boots that are work appropriate...can't rock the Uggs.

I still need a good black pencil skirt to go with a blazer I have. Finally, I'll throw in a few fun tops and accessories. Any suggestions?? I'm all for tips from the veterans!

The Job Offer

2009-12-20T11:46:00.000-08:00

For the last few months, I have been utterly convinced that my life is going to pot and, without a Magic-8 Ball, there is little there can be little stability regarding my future. In spite of all my fretting, I got a job offer!

I have been working part-time with a non-profit agency that provides various kinds of assistance to victim's of domestic violence. I have accepted the full-time position as Victim's Advocate and will be working in surrounding communities to bring resources and advocacy to smaller towns that do not have adequate connections. I am thrilled about this opportunity and love that I get to have a job that helps people in such a direct way. And, considering it's my first job, the pay is not too shabby. Can I get an "amen" for just crossing the poverty line?!

As much as I am looking forward to the position, I have a lot of adjusting to do. What's a college girl to do with this 40+ hours a week nonsense? Then there's grownup dinners to be made, quality spouse time to be had, and exercise to be done; and, all without neglecting much needed girl time. Just call me SuperGirl.

It's my first big girl job, and it's a little intimdating. Fortunately, I've had a to go through a lot of intimidating things as of late, so I've gotten pretty good at faking it. You know, the old, "fake it til you make it" motto. It's another piece of wisdom from Mom-twentysomething. The basic idea is: regardless of fear or intimidation, just do it. ACT like you're confident, even if you're not on the inside. Everyone has to go through first of some sort, but it gets easier. Eventually, you'll start to feel on the inside what you're trying to project on the outside.

I'm still applying to graduate school, but that's still up in the air. For now, I'm just focusing on my new job and learning to have a bedtime again. That should be enough to occupy my anxious little brain for the time being. In the meantime, I am reminded of the Lord's faithfulness. Psalm 106 talks about Israel's continual unbelief and complaining. Despite what the Lord had done for them in Egypt, they "were not impressed by the Lord's miraculous deeds...they soon forgot his many acts of kindsness to them." "Even so, he saved them." From my human perspective, it is hard to remember that God holds my future. Thank God that He is faithful even when I am not.

The Grateful Heart

2009-11-26T11:31:00.000-08:00

This Autumn has certainly been a season of change in more ways than one. I have been so caught up in my own world. My relationships, environment, and being are all changing and, sometimes, I cannot see beyond those problems. But on this day, Thanksgiving, I am reminded of all I have to be joyful about and where my priorities are at the moment. In the midst of all the craziness that comes with life transitions and growing up, it's easy to lose sight of the important things...the things that make our life worth living and inspire a grateful heart. So, here are my musings about what I have to be so doggone happy about:

My friends that all text me after the GRE to see how it went, my crazy beautiful husband who is everything I'm not, my friendship with my mom that has really begun to blossom, completing my degree!, a cozy little apartment decked in boughs of holly, the opportunity to encourage others at my current job, living in America, my new/big family, flannel snowflake sheets, a full week off from work and school, good health, foods of all variety and amazingness, and a Sovereign God.

Despite all my fears, God is good. Always. Regardless of the outcome of graduate school or the coming and going of friendships, He remains steadfast and faithful. A love so immense, that He took my place. A heart so vastly beyond my comprehension, I should feel nothing but awe. He loves me unimaginably and this perfect love casts out all fear. When all the smoke has clear, there reamins a grateful heart.

Happy Thanksgiving.

The Test

2009-11-25T08:39:00.000-08:00

I took the GRE last Monday. It went pretty well. The test is divided into two major sections: verbal and quantitative, each with a max score of 800. There is also a third, writing section, that is scored on a scale of one to six. If you're going to take it soon, here are my tips:

-The two essays in the writing section are really easy. Just use big words, references to current or historical events, and, most importantly, a clear outline of your basic points.
-If you feel like you are a math idiot and you're bombing it, you might be. BUT, more likely than not, you're probably doing fine. I say this because, I felt like I knew the answer to about two questions, but, according to my score, I knew a few more than that. Some people said that memorizing geometry and algebra equations was one of the most important things you could do to help raise your score. When I got to the quantitative portion, I felt like I really didn't use many of those equations; but, then again, maybe that was because I had no idea what I was doing on that sections. Your call.
-The verbal sections is considered the hardest, but I felt the best about that. It is essential to study vocabulary words. Books such as the Princeton Review include what is called the "Hit Parade." This is a list of words that commonly appear on the GRE. Start early, and memorize these words and their definitions! I saw a TON of these words on the actual test.
-Lastly, relax. If you're decently intelligent, you'll do fine. If you got a respectable score on your ACT or SAT, you'll likely get a respectable score on the GRE.

I studied for about 2 months. I think I could have taken it in six weeks and done just as well. With this amount of study time, I scored about 100 to 200 points more than some of my friends that took the test after studying for only about a week. Depending on the schools you're applying to, more or less studying is in order. Check the school's website to determine what their minimum score is. Then, take the stupid thing, go get some drinks, lay in bed all day reading New Moon and, finally, stuff yourself on turkey and Thanksgiving goodness! I surely have a lot to be thankful for this year :)

The Christmas Delivery

2009-11-15T13:14:00.000-08:00

Do you ever have those mornings that you wish you could just do over? Or skip altogether? I had one of those mornings. One of those mornings where you just keep hoping and trying to make things better, but inevitably you accept the fact that it is just a "tomorrow will be better" kind of day.

We were getting ready to drop off some boxes stuffed with Christmas presents at our church. The boxes are for children in poverty-stricken countries that would otherwise not have a Christmas. We stayed up late last night and were both a little on edge. Still, we both keep attempting to be relaxed and generally civil to one another....here's how our morning went:

ATTEMPT NO.1
Mr. Twentysomething: "I'm sorry for being crabby. I really need to work on that, especially when you're pregnant." (Have no fear, we are not pregnant and do not intend on getting pregnant anytime soon. We just talk about babies incessantly...we really need to get a dog.) This led us to discussing labor pains and the curse after the "fall of man." Then, Mr.Twentysomething wants to discuss evolution vs. creationism with me. Insightful woman that I am, I knew this would be a terrible idea given the morning that we were having. You see, Mr.Twentysomething likes to debate and analyze. It usually leads to an argument rather than accomplishing anything of value. Therefore, I thought we should change subjects. Long story short, we ended up arguing about how much a Christian should study evolution in order to have an informed conversation about the matter.

ATTEMPT NO.2
Mr.T thinks that I am a cold, heartless witch when we argue (Okay, so not in so many words...) so I went over to hug him because I know he appreciates that. Normally this would work, but not today. Today, the marriage gods were against us. We finally decided that a change of scenery was exactly what we needed and that, if we could just get our butts out the door to church, we would magically quit bickering.

ATTEMPT NO.3
Sweet, Mr.T took the liberty of dropping me off by the church doors so I wouldn't have to walk in the rain :) I successfully deliver the Christmas packages and place them under the glittering Christmas tree...a symbol of hope and joy. When I turn around, Mr.T is now standing in the foyer of the church and is obviously struggling with my umbrella that is stubbornly not retracting. I go to help him with it because I know how to operate the thing...but out of frustration, he insists on forcing it closed. Bad idea. It shoots back open and hits him in the....er, crotch (karma). We decided it might be best if we didn't attend the service this morning....tomorrow will be better.

Santa Shmanta...pretty sure he gets cookies and magic to help him through the gift-delivery process! But when all is said and done, it's worth it. Mr.Twentysomething reminded me that our morning of frustration is minor compared to what these children deal with every day. Hopefully the boxes bring cheer to their hearts and a message of hope. That's what Christmas is all about. So, even though it's a little early, here's to a merry Christmas and a sweet, peaceful holiday.

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The Vent Session

2009-11-07T07:26:00.000-08:00

I went out with some lovely friends recently. These friends are at a similar life stage as I am and it was ridiculously refreshing. We spent the majority of our time together just whining about the impending change looming in front of us. But, if you know anything about girls, it was exactly what I needed. Boys punch things, girls whine. It's just a law of the universe.

Most people in my life at the moment cannot identify with where I'm at. Coworkers are much older with families already, friends have been out of college and in the working world for several years...or have several years left in college. Mr. Twentysomething has his whole life figured out and really can't understand my qualms. Everyone assures me that "it will be fine and you will adjust"....but, really, when did that kind of advice ever help anyone?

"It's okay that you have elephantiasis, Pam. Everything will be fine. Don't worry, you'll adjust!"

So, needless to say, some good whining was just the ticket. In other words, rumination...aka. think and talk about something until there's nothing left to be said and you want to gag at the thought of mentioning the topic one more time. Girls are known the world over for doing this. Boys ignore the problem and play video games or sports; girls ruminate. Just having someone that knows exactly what you're going through gives a sense of community and like you're not the only one that's freaking out about this huge life change.

I admit, I probably overreact to the situation at times. But, this has, by far, been the most fear-inducing event in my life. I am all about stability and simplicity, and this is anything but. The simple conclusion that we came to, but one that is probably the hardest to implement is the old saying, "roll with the punches." Many times in my life I have found that it is better to go with the flow and not hold so tightly to what we know or what we want. The fact is, college was not like high school and post-grad will not be like college, but it can still be good. Preconceived ideas of what life SHOULD be like and unrealistic expectations have always plagued me. As much as I liked my time as a college student, things change. They are neither good nor bad, just different (wow, Confucius anyone?) And I have to learn to be flexible. Don't worry...I'll keep you posted.

But for now, I'll leave you with more wisdom from my mother, "...you don't want to be one of those people that never leaves college." Thanks mom!

The "Good Life"

2009-10-28T16:52:00.000-07:00

I
hate
being
a
grownup.

It's really a ridiculous concept and I'm thinking about boycotting it altogether. Never in history have people been required to work this hard. Let me explain before I get the "uphill both ways, barefoot" stories. Yes, in ages past, people worked long hours and more physically demanding jobs. But when work was over, it was over. There was time for family and big meals and sleep. Now, I literally have less than thirty minutes a day to do anything leisure related. (In fact, I should be studying right now. )My grandma's generation was lucky to get through high school in a rural town. My parents only needed a solid bachelor's degree. Now, you'll be hard pressed to find a job of any marketable value unless you have a graduate degree...which is time consuming and miserable (and I haven't even started yet).

Here's a typical day in the life of Mrs. Twentysomething:
7:30-wake up and get ready for class
8:30-2:00-class
2:30-4:00-staff meeting
4:00-5:00-finish 1/10 of my homework
5:00-6:30-make and eat dinner
6:30-7:00-clean up after dinner to some miserably insufficient extent
7:00-8:30-study for GRE and/or look for new job
9pm-9am-overnight shift at work (I get to sleep...some)
*in between I cram in whatever flash cards I can study or fold laundry that's reaching the height of a third grader.
7:00-start all over

REALLY?!?! All I want to do is get a degree in counseling so I can help people. Obviously, it is important to know what you're doing...but this pattern that is becoming more and more essential in our society is completely absurd. Our families and relationships are suffering because of unrealistic expectations regarding time and goals. Our health is taking a hit because we are short on sleep and exercise and high on stress. We have little time for friends or social events because we're always "on-call" or doing research, or working late. Where have our priorities gone? Is this really what America has become? I think it's sick honestly. The only reason I intend to put up with it is to, hopefully, end up doing what I feel passionate about, with a schedule that I WILL NOT let ruin relationships.

Even so, I always have to fight it. I can easily become enamored with the glitter and attractiveness of searching after "the good life." But, in the end...what's so good about it?

The Autumn Morning

2009-10-07T08:45:00.000-07:00

It's a lovely morning.

I'm drinking a pumpkin spice latte and all is well in my autumnal world.

I'm feeling rather melancholy and thought of something wise that Mr. Twentysomething said the other day. Basically...people mature to the level at which their environment demands. Life circumstances are the catalyst that causes us to "grow up." He has first hand experience with this. He was essentially forced to live on his own at fifteen because of a series of unfortunate events. Thus, he has had to rise to the occasion. He wasn't given the luxury of someone taking care of him or babying him through school or college. He has worked, payed bills, and made it through college on his own. A few years ago, that was something I could never dream of doing.

This has been an interesting idea for me. I have been feeling overwhelmed with school, preparing for graduate school, working, and trying to still do the marriage thing with some amount of grace. It's all been a lot for me and my natural inclination is to be a perfectionist until I can't sustain it any longer and fall off the face of the planet or cut out some huge chunk of my life just to keep my head above water. Obviously, none of those things can just be cut out at this point in my life. So, I've been contemplating that thought and agree with him. I come from a wonderful family and one that has always supported me. I have never had to really do anything that was challenging. In fact, someone has always been there to help out if things ever got too stressful. This is my chance to use my circumstances to grow up. I have the option of falling apart and hacking out a piece of my life or stepping up. But why go without something wonderful and/or necessary when I could learn to handle stress better?

I'm not advocating taking on a multitude of activities just to prove something to yourself. In fact, I am a huge proponent for simplification (I'll probably post about that soon as well...because I've been thinking about that lately too). However, when things can't be gotten rid of (like marriage, school, and work), I challenge you to look at your situation as a chance to rise to the occasion. And by "rise to the occasion" I don't mean be the best in your career or graduate with honors. It is far more than that. It is living with integrity, kindness, and quiet trust despite what we're going through. It's about building character and putting away childish ways of reacting when we don't get what we want. We are made up of more strength than we realize and don't have to fall apart in the midst of crazy schedules or hard life circumstances.

Remember..."He has given us everything we need for life and Godliness."
Here's to a crazy, beautiful fall season.

The Perfect Weekend

2009-10-03T16:14:00.001-07:00

I had the most lovely, wonderful weekend. Hubs and I are finally learning to speak to each other calmly. We tend to be highly over dramatic. But we've really been doing better lately. I am happy to say, that I probably won't die of a heart attack...at least not anytime soon, anyway. So we've been going along in our calm little world and topped off a good couple of weeks with a fabulous weekend. Friday was spent with friends, dinner and wine, and a wet-pants inducing game. Obviously, a no-fail combination. Then I came home to the sweetest, most romantic husband ever and, well...the night ended well ;)

Because we are poor newlyweds, we have little extra spending money. Therefore I have been recycling clothing. ie. cutting pants into shorts and reaching into the abyss of my closet to pull out clothes I haven't worn in years. All this is an effort to keep things interesting and prevent feeling like I'm wearing the same shirt four times a week. TODAY however, we went shopping. We budgeted out some money and had quite a lovely morning doing some fall shopping. I really have never been that excited for buying new things. I felt like I hit the jackpot with the few bills I had in my hand. I can't buy anything I want anymore, but the times when I do are immensely exciting. I got quite a few nice essentials. Now, if only I could convince my mom to have mercy on me and buy me a leather jacket for Christmas...

Finally, we went shopping for some Halloween decorations. This is not my idea of a good time and I'm not even really a fan of the holiday. But according to this marriage thing, I have to think about someone else now. So I let hubs get a few things. I was expecting to have hideous boy things all around...you know, cobwebs and blood. The works. Apparently I had forgotten the kind of guy I married. He's adorable. He gets so excited about holidays because his family was never the type that celebrated or decorated for anything. So here's what he chose: a sign for our door that says, "Halloween" with a cheery black cat on it; a large pumpkin figurine; a figurine of two ghosts holding a sign that says, "Boo!"; and a another Halloween sign for our table...this one has pumpkins and cats grinning away. So if you ever come see our lovely little home, you can thank Mr. Twentysomething. He's a goober..but he's my goober :)

Finally, we'll top the day off with a movie. In fact, he just walked in with pumpkin ice cream. This is what he said, "I brought home pumpkin ice cream! There's only one condition............you can't binge."

Deal.

The Binge

2009-09-23T12:21:00.000-07:00

I just ate 9 cookies.

Yes, nine...well, maybe ten. I lost count.

Why? Why did I eat 9 cookies (or maybe ten)? Because I'm procrastinating and that's what I do when I procrastinate. And it all goes downhill from there. One cookie turns into nine (or ten), then I'm researching weight loss techniques which leads me to thenest.com. The Nest is filled with subscribers venting their woes of marital weight gain. I feel better because all of you are sweet whores too. And now I'm blogging. It's a vicious cycle, but I justify it because I haven't posted in quite some time.

What is it with girls and sweets?! God forbid I do something else enjoyable! I should have just skipped right to blogging, and avoided 5 extra pounds. But instead, I scarf down as many cookies as possible as though I'm trying to break the world record.

So, what is it that I'm trying to avoid...studying for the GRE. Shocked? Yes, that's right...I have decided to apply to graduate school. A few weeks ago, I decided that I would apply to the Marriage and Family Therapy program. So far so good. I have a couple good references, have been going to GRE workshops, and have a killer resume. The nine cookie debacle is my first road block. Other potential obstacles include:
-There is only one accredited program in the state
-Hubs informing me that, "I don't want you to go to graduate school....who will cook for me?" (He was kidding...mostly)
-I really enjoy not studying
-This could get in the way of other hobbies...sleeping and eating cookies
-I may gain 15 pounds before I actually turn my application in
-We will likely be pretty poor in grad school. (At least I have the comfort of knowing that, if worse came to worse, I could always enter an eating contest).

However, these are fairly minor obstacles and, in all actuality, I am thrilled with my decision. I think it's a really good career path for me. So, nearly two hours later, I'm off to study. Don't worry, I already ate all the cookies...so I should get a lot done ;)

The Essay

2009-08-31T17:08:00.001-07:00

So I haven't written in a long time. That's because I have been focusing my writing energy toward an essay contest for a major magazine. I had a lot of fun with it and think it turned out pretty well. The topic was "When did you know that you were an adult." So, without further ado, here is my essay. It's about three and a half pages....so if you stay with me then God bless you!

An Inner Strength

by Mary Gibbons

For me, the line separating childhood from adulthood has been a blurry one. I grew up amid circumstances that require one to grow up at a young age; not only in the bigger things, but in the little events as well. Let me set the stage: I am the younger of two daughters and, by the time I came along, my parents were fairly unhappily married. As I have gotten older, I have increasingly learned just how unhappy. My sister was diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia when she was eleven and I was only seven. The stress of doctor visits, hospitalizations, and emotional breakdowns only made tensions worse. By the time I was fifteen, my aging grandparents had moved in with us so my mom could care for them. Shortly thereafter, my grandfather died. Providence scoffed. Dear Mary, welcome to your life.

By no means was my life awful. The ending, in fact, has been truly remarkable. Let me go ahead and ruin the ending: my parents ended up happily ever after, my sister is now engaged to a wonderful man, and I never ended up in the loony bin. However, it is not the end that I wish to talk about. It is the middle, those years in between. It was those things that helped define my life and mark the distinction between youth and adulthood. In my life, the distinction was this: emotional independence.

As a child, I would likely be described as sweet, quiet, or responsible. I was the prototypical, “student of the month.” Being structured and serious was part of how I tried to control some of the chaos going on around me, a venture that cost me in the long run. A huge amount of my security and mental well-being rested in whether or not things going on around me were manageable. Circumstances and people dictated my thoughts and feelings. One can imagine that in a family of shaky marital standing and mental illness, this proved to be a problem. But my mom was my savior. She did exactly what a mother is supposed to do: protect her children. She did an incredible job at sheltering me from the emotional upset that came along with the environment that I was in. I saw little discord between her and my father. She always talked positively to us about him and encouraged our interaction. As far as my sister goes, I only have a dim memory of ever seeing her in a critical state. Yes, my childhood was a happy one. Herein lies the problem. My mom was so intent on protecting me from hardship, she tended to cater to my emotional needs. My lunch boxes always had little encouraging notes. She would be short on sleep so she could talk with me late into the night about some dreadful crisis involving a yearbook picture and see-through shirt. She even did my laundry until college, just so I wouldn’t have anything else to “worry” about. She was a fabulous mom and a best friend, but my emotional dependence on her caused some problems as I ventured out into the world.

When I headed off to college, I was in for a major culture shock. Suddenly, there was no alarm clock to rub my back in the morning. It had tragically been replaced with a hideous little white box, callously beeping at me to get out of bed. No longer could I depend on home cooked meals or laundry service. I existed on frozen dinners and laundromats. The world was not warm and cozy, but cold and indifferent to my emotional needs. I was no longer the center of the universe…and I hated it.

It wasn’t just the small things that were affected by my need to control my environment. The most detrimental way that this problem played itself out was in my relationships. With an idealistic view of how people should behave and respond to me, I was often left disappointed. Any form of rejection took its toll on my self-esteem. I had a strong idea of what life should look like. These “shoulds” ruled my thoughts and, consequently, my behaviors. I avoided certain situations and saying certain things. If people don’t have the chance to get to know me, they can’t reject me, and I won’t feel inadequate. Likewise, if I don’t take risks, I won’t fail and I won’t feel bad. I don’t want to feel bad. Ever. It came to my attention that the driving goal of my life is to be comfortable. In spite of hardship as a child, my mom always made sure I was comfortable.

There came a point, a most defining point, which marked my initiation into adulthood. It was when I acknowledged that this goal and my strategy for life were not working. Rejection and lack of control over various circumstances in one’s life are inevitable. As long as I try to prevent this, I will never be happy. I had to come up with a new strategy.

It was really very simple, but much harder to implement than it would seem at first glance. I chose to take responsibility for my own thoughts and actions. Life is in a perpetual state of change. People come and go. Careers fail. Love breathes new life. Winds change. My source of joy and contentment cannot be founded on circumstance. And it most certainly cannot be grounded in the approval of others. This most distinctly characterizes childhood. A child lives their life for pleasure; the ice cream truck, happy-meal toys, and birthday parties. If the ice cream man doesn’t come, they freely express their anger. An adult, on the other hand, takes deliberate control of his or her thoughts and actions. They understand that trials and discomfort are a part of the learning experience and make the joys of the mountain top worth the trip in the valley. But, like I said, after years of having the tides of circumstance and peoples’ approval toss my emotions to and fro, it is often still a challenge to make emotional independence a reality. It is a reality, however, that I am not willing to give up on. The joy I have come to experience when external forces have little bearing on my well-being has proven to be an enduring and stable source of comfort. It dispels the mediocre life and prompts vision and action, with little thought of disapproval from others.

For when has mediocrity ever resulted in greatness? When have dreams been achieved while avoiding disappointment or rejection? Those who make an impression on the world are those that are fearless. Adulthood is not without fear, but brave in spite of fears. Childhood cowers in the face of fear. Adulthood doesn’t settle for comfortable. It sees its limitations and does something to change it. Childhood waits for someone else to change things. Adulthood understands setbacks to be a source of learning and strength. Childhood crumbles under the weight of disappointment. Adulthood acknowledges that life is about more than its small piece of space. Childhood demands attention. Adulthood is more than your number of years. It is a claim of emotional independence. It is an intentional choice that accepts responsibility, takes action, endures momentary discomfort, and inspires greatness.

“This is the true joy of life: being used up for a purpose, recognized by yourself as a mighty one; being a force of nature instead of a feverish, selfish little clot of ailments and grievances, complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy.” -George Bernard Shaw

The Ugly Truth

2009-08-12T16:57:00.000-07:00

I have never realized what a girl I was. I mean, obviously I am biologically female...but I was always kind of viewed myself as the exception to the nurturing, needs-affection kind of girl.

I was wrong.

It's all started to come out now that I have a boy...a point of reference, if you will. As I mentioned before, I grew up in a fairly matriarchal household. Even my pets were female. All of my best friends have been female. I was pretty stand off-ish when it came to guys, unless they approached me first. Therefore, it wasn't until college that I really started having more substantial friendships with guys.

The first thing that stood out to me was how much they eat. It's shocking really. My husband eats twice as much as me. He's like a two year old. It's been a challenge learning to feed him. No longer can I make my signature Spinach Quiche. I gotta throw some cow on the side. RIP Shells and Cheese! Rarely can dinners be whipped up quickly...it always requires roasting, grilling, or marinating.

Anyway, I digress....This was just the beginning of my confusion. Like I was saying, the real shock came when I began to realize the other striking differences between men and women. I have a strong willed personality. When something is not "as it should be," I challenge it. This trait led me to believe that I would have no mothering skills whatsoever. Everyone knows a dominant woman is a poor mother. Turns out, now that I have a boy, I weep constantly. Clearly, I'll be a terrific mom. Rest at ease.

The truth is, I never had the opportunity to take care of something. Being the baby of the family and so protected by my mom, nurturing was something that people did for me, not vice versa. It wasn't until I've had to take care of this massive two year old that I realize it's really down in there. I began cooking and cleaning more. I give massages and lend a listening ear. I snuggle like I've never snuggled before. And I absolutely love it! It's really comforting initially, but it kind of opened another "girly" door that I'm not so thrilled about.

Pandora's box: Hi, my name is Mrs.TwentySomething and I am an affection addict.
We've all heard it: men want sex, women want affection. I am all woman. I kind of always promised myself that I wouldn't be that girl. Well, all you ladies out there that think you're the exception...you might be. But for the REST of us 90%, it's programmed in. We want it and will often not be on the same page as our partner. I've been finding myself to resorting to those infamous feminine wiles to get my drug. Sometimes it's affective. Other times, it leads to my third finding....

Men really are clueless. The just don't get it. They don't notice things like girls. Here was our conversation today:
Him: Hi. How was your day?
Me: Good (upset that he's not noticing my dark eye makeup)
Him: What's wrong?
Me: Nothing
Him: Okay
----30 minutes later-----
Him: Are you sure you're okay?
Me: (tears)
Him: I didn't know!
Me: How could you not know!

They just don't get it. Apparently he wants me to tell him explicitly what I want from him. Go figure. So girls, cut them some slack. Obviously I need some work in that department as well. Luckily, I have a great guy who truly does try. We're learning that I have to give up the whole mysterious-youshouldbeabletoreadmymind thing and he has to learn to listen to my feelings even if he doesn't "get it".

It's the age old struggle. Mars vs. Venus. The world may never know.

The "dumb" Decision

2009-08-07T12:05:00.000-07:00

Random fact of the day: According to a study published by the Journal of Family Psychology, 70 percent of U.S. couples live together before marriage.

Apparently, I am in the minority in that I did not live with my husband before we were married. I had no idea how absurd this was. It wasn't until I was chatting with two coworkers, that are also twenty-somethings, that it occurred to me. Both ladies are currently living with their boyfriends. When they found out that I had not lived with Mr. TwentySomething before we were married, they looked at each other like I had just answered their question in Chinese. They both scoffingly agreed that one simply must live with their partner first, otherwise you are doomed to discover one annoying habit after another. They further concluded that, "there are things you don't know about the other person until you live together." The implication is, of course, that if you find your roommate to be unbearable, you can bail before it's "too late" (and I use that term loosely, which I'll address later).

Let me give you some quick background information about my two counselors. One has lived with multiple men and is now a single mom of a toddler. The other is living with her boyfriend whom, she later informs me, she finds terribly obnoxious. When I ask why she's living with him, she responds with a laugh, "my mom loves him and I don't have to pay rent." The poor slob is in love with her and stands no chance of a future because of the bliss of cohabitation.

Okay, okay...so maybe I should have expected this from fellow twenty-somethings of the 21st century, but I had another shock coming. I was in a staff meeting the following week and was chatting with four or five women in their 40s and 50s. The same question arose, "Mary, did you live with your husband before you were married?" Upon answering the question, there was another eruption of "enlightened" responses. The ladies agreed that if they had known the things their husbands do before they were married, they never would have married them. Then came the vent-fest of all the annoying habits of their men.

This is just the beginning though. As I mentioned before, I used the term "too late" in reference to getting hitched to someone you later regret. The term assumes that there is no way out once you've made this poor decision to marry without living together. It seems rather ironic to me, however, given the fact that not only is cohabitation so prominent, divorce is rampant and largely accepted in American culture. There is nothing "too late" about it. If you made a mistake, it is relatively simple to fix. There's no shame in having "irreconcilable differences." You simply didn't get what was advertised, it's their own fault really.

Call me young or naive but marriage should not be a trial basis. That is not what love is. That is ultimately selfish. Dating and living together is like shopping...you are in it to find the person that makes you the most happy and can benefit you the most. If they fall short, kick em to the curb. You deserve better than that. Wedding vows mean nothing anymore. They have become nothing more than a boring part of a ceremony that, in all actuality, revolves around the elaborate party and dress. I am not saying that people should not look for someone that they enjoy being with. I found a great, fun guy that I am thrilled to be with. He does, however annoy me at times. He plays video-games constantly. He sings really loud. He complains about eating the lunches I pack for him (apparently he doesn't like eating turkey sandwiches every day of his life). But my love for him is not based on him fulfilling my every desire and being a farcical knight in shining armor. Love is a choice. It says, I will love you no matter what. No matter how hard things get or how much you annoy me, I chose you. Everyone else in the world might find something wrong with you, but I will love you in spite of your shortcomings. Really think about it. How many people in your life love you like that? Wouldn't you rather find someone that truly loved you unconditionally? Wouldn't it be incredible to not feel like you have to watch your p's and q's?

It can be done. It is not some mythical dream. It is hard and it might not happen perfectly, but it's real. My parents have shown me that. They have been married 33 years now and it has not been an easy journey. There have been legit counseling sessions, repaired hearts, and deep emotional hurt...but they have shown me what it means to truly love someone. And that was modeled after an even more perfect love...Christ.

The Advice

2009-07-30T08:53:00.000-07:00

My family is definitely matriarchal. My grandmother has lived with us since I was sixteen...along with my mom, sister, and weenie dog, "Violet" nonetheless. So my dad has always been the lone ranger in a sea of estrogen until we got our whale of a cat, Stuey. Therefore, it's not surprise that I've gotten my share of womanly advice over the years. That advice has only increased as I head into the uncharted territory of adulthood. It's really not a wonder that the quarter life crisis is so infamous. Everyone has their own opinion on what a young person should do in marriage, their career, and life in general. It's all rather confusing. Here is the advice that I've gotten recently.

On marriage:
1. Lady from church: (In a Stepford-Wife voice) "It's really important that you learn how to please your husband in the kitchen....and in other ways as well." This was an entirely serious suggestion. I felt as though I had just stepped out of the 1950s.

2. Mom: "Unless you marry Prince Charming, most of us marry average men...and the fact is, the two sides of their brain don't connect." Definitely sound, science supported advice. This is my mom in a nutshell.

3. My sister on my husband drinking more than is ideal at his bachelor party:
Me: "I'll have to discuss that with him."
Sister: "He's over 21, right?"
Me: "Yes"
Sister: "There will be no discussion."
Most of our childhood I had the role of the big sister, given her illness. At times, however, she decides that she will make up for lost times.

On choosing a career:
This morning I was having a mini-crisis. I forgot that I was on-call last night for my job, and didn't answer my phone when I was supposed to. Therefore, it was apparent that my superiors don't like me, I'll get a bad reference, won't get the next job I'm applying for, and therefore will end up doing something I hate and will have little chance of ever being happy again. It's really quite a logical progression. So I was chatting about the dilemma with my mom. She is pretty good at tough love. Basically her opinion was that I was a huge baby and it was time to jump out of the nest. She kindly told me that I could be a Baby Huey all my life, or I could learn to fly. (We love analogies in my family). In continuing the comparison, she said, "OF COURSE it's more comfortable to stay in your warm 'pee pants' but you'll get used to wearing dry, big-girl pants." At this point, my grandmother is listening in. She is the polar opposite of my mom. She insists that she speak with me and takes the phone. She tells me that my mom is being too hard on me and that I can vent to her anytime and that the important thing is that I try to take one day at a time. Don't even worry about what I will do for full-time work. I go through several rounds of them passing the phone back and forth telling me completely different things. Like I said, it's really not surprise that I'm writing this blog in the first place.

Eventually, I decided, they're both right. Taking responsibility and being a "big girl" kind of snuck up on me, but there's no going back. I have to step out of the nest and just do what needs to be done. I have everything I need for life and Godliness in this vast God I serve. He's got his hand on me and can sustain me through hard work and responsibility. On the other hand, the Bible tells me to take one day at a time. The fact is, the Lord already knows the plans He has for me and I do not have to attempt this whole "life" thing on my own. He knows my next job and wants me to trust Him to use it mightily in my life and those I'm surrounded by. I don't have to solve my problem, it's already taken care of.

"Be anxious for nothing...."

The First Twenty-Some Years

2009-07-17T09:20:00.000-07:00

So here's the dirt. I'm a young, twenty something, newly married, trying to figure out what she's going to do with her life, thinks too much girl. Aside from the fact that my only sister was diagnosed with Schizophrenia when I was seven, my life has been pretty easy. I'm talking never divorced, church-going parents. I've had a 4.0 my whole life. My parents aren't rich by any means, so I've had to get part time jobs here and there. I've had to take out school loans, but besides that I've always had comfortable living arrangements with college friends. My family had their fair share of crap, but my mom did a really good job at protecting me from all of that, emotionally.

I met this boy. He rocked my world. If I dreamed up the most perfect person for me, I couldn't have come up with anything more. However, during this time, I struggled with the obligatory eating disorder that comes along with being a "good girl" in America these days. I credit him with pulling me out of denial and, consequently, out of my crappy way of dealing with my problems. He was my first kiss, my first serious relationship, and my first love. I saved everything for him, and I love that about us. Before too long, we were engaged and planning the most amazing wedding. I only had one breakdown on the day of the wedding after I dropped my dress in the dirt. But, as is my luck, it came right off. We had an outdoor wedding at dusk. Set in front of a large pond with shepherds hooks filled with flowers, it was absolutely picturesque. When I walked down the aisle and saw my groom's sweet face, I felt beautiful. The sound system went out during my soloist, but otherwise, it was perfect.

Today, we've been married almost two months. We live in a little one-bedroom apartment in our little college town. I make pot-pie and banana bread. He works during the day and at six or seven we have dinner on our tiny oak table with eccentric place mats. He painted a picture to hang above our couch and I'll sew some seat cushions for our breakfast room table. It's all very quaint. Other aspects of our relationship are really great as well ;) We're stuck in between the young, single life and the grown-up working life. I will be embarking on the "real job" hunt at the end of the year and he will continue on with graduate school.

I don't live in New York City. Neither of us have established jobs and are, therefore relatively poor compared to many other newlyweds. I'm graduating with a fairly useless degree (thanks to poor advising). But if the worst I have to endure is loans, a short-lived eating disorder, and a sucky sound system on my wedding day, then I think I'm doing okay. Yeah, it's been a pretty easy life. Yet, I've struggled with it all along. Outwardly, things are great. Inwardly, I've struggled with insecurities and fear for most of my life. You'd think, after twenty-some-odd years, that I would have started to master that stuff. I suppose I've been able to push it aside for the most part. It's only just recently hit the fan though. Now I'm facing the identity crisis of the twenties, the job search, and married life. It all terrifies me honestly. So these are my rantings. These are the thoughts of a messy, comlicated girl learning to be a woman who, despite all appreances, does not have it all together. Only by grace have I made it this far.