Friday, November 26, 2010

The Blackest of Fridays

My beloved Crimson Tide lost today :(  That's more black than any department store bank balance. But alas, the world moves on.  Okay, lets back up a wee bit and cover Thanksgiving.

Thursday my immediate family and one of my brother's friends went to a cousin's house for the traditional Thanksgiving meal.  All of the food was muy delicious and the group was entertaining as usual.  My grandmother is afraid I've gone off to college and become "one of those liberals" but its okay because she said she'd still love me if I was "a good liberal".  Probably the first time she's ever admitted there was such a thing :)  Anyway we watched a little football and then some episodes of an Office marathon.  All in all a successful afternoon.  Muchas gracias to my wonderful cousin for hosting!

So this week I've been watching some people's dogs and cat while they have been out of town.  They don't live very far from my cousin's house so I asked my parents to swing by on the way home so I could feed them.  We got to the house and only one dog was in the backyard.  Oh no! Where is fido #2? Wait, didn't cousin B---- say he saw a dog on the side of the road this morning?  Doesn't he live right down the road?  NOOO!  Oh man I really don't want to have to call people on Thanksgiving and tell them their dog has been run over.  So naturally we drove up and down the road inspecting anything that resembled a dead animal.  No dogs.  Shew!  Please let that be a good sign.  Called the owners to let them know what was going on.  No problem, she'll roam and come back soon.  Hooray!  So I went home and spent the next bit of my day off watching some Dharma & Greg reruns (my latest addiction).  Drove back over later and what do you know Lassie had returned.  Great news!  Only problem...I should have filled the hole where she dug out earlier when it wasn't dark...or raining.  Nevertheless my hood and flash light app did the trick.  Operation Fence in Fido's Freedom was a success!  And she was still there this afternoon :)

Moving on, mom has been in desperate need of a new computer and what better time to buy a computer than Black Friday?  I can't think of any.  We decided we'd be "sensible" about it though.  We won't go until 3:00 a.m.  We're only so crazy.  Alright, well then I should probably get in bed because its 9:00 p.m. already.  Would have worked too, except for the whole Dharma & Greg addiction.  Seriously people I watched all 6 seasons of lost in less than 2 months.  I have a problem.  Ok, so its 12:30 and I'm setting my alarm for 2:15, all is well.  Brief nap, scared to death by my alarm and off to Wally World it is.  Turns out the crowd was fairly civil and everyone got along nicely, although we did hear the midnight sale crowd was a bit more unruly. We bought some drinks and a box of doughnut holes and even shared them with the Auburn fans in front of us in line.  Just like Pilgrims and Indians. Obviously we were the Indians this year.  *Disclaimer: I love Native Americans and mean no disrespect. Ask my friends, I wish I were Pocahontas*  Anyway, Black Friday was a success, mom got a new computer and I got a new printer for when I move in 5 1/2 weeks.  Whoa! 5 1/2 weeks!  Ah man, looks like time sneaked up on me again!  And btw, spell check just informed me that "snuck" is not a word.  Who knew?  haha.  Happy Saturday to all!

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Stumbling Upon Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving is when? In two days? When did this happen?

Seems like all I've been doing for the past two months is counting down time to different events and Thanksgiving wasn't even on my radar.  I'm completely blown away that today is November 23rd.  However, my family would say that's not surprising.  According to them I have no concept of time passing.  Typical morning conversation:

Me: Hey Kels what time is it?
Kelsey:  7:25
Me:  WHAT?! How did that happen?
Kelsey:  Molly, you do this every morning. You have worse time management skills than Les Miles.

We're obviously a football family :)  Anyway the past few weeks have been the epitome of "hurry up and wait". Filled with deadlines, due dates, and excessive amounts of wasted time trying to ignore said deadlines and due dates.  My new favorite procrastination friend is My fellow intern got me hooked and I literally stumbled for over an hour yesterday.  Yes, I do realize how pathetic that sounds.  Move over, I've got a new way to not do anything productive!

So now that I'm aware of how close Thanksgiving is its time to list the things I'm most thankful for this year.  On top of every list would of course be God and his love, my amazing family, the blessings I receive everyday and the best friends anyone could ask for.  So we'll skip those and keep it no particular order:

Tweets from pro soccer players-they are a funny bunch
Iguana Grille-mi restaurante favorito!
Spare keys-I believe I locked my keys in my car about 8 times this year. Anyone else have this problem?
Despicable Me-best movie of 2010
Adult league kickball
Friends that keep lortabs around for when you fall down ginormous hills 
and the best of all, being ever so close to graduating from college!

Hope everyone has a wonderful Thanksgiving!

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Why Blog? Why Now?

I've been thinking about starting a blog for a while and what better time to start than the beginning of a new adventure? Four and a half years ago I was 18 and moving out of my parents house for the first time.  I enrolled at a university about an hour and half away from home and moved into a dorm.  I wasn't thrilled about dorm life but freshman were required to live on campus.  So I filled out my housing application and crossed my fingers.  At the time the school had about 10 dorms that freshman girls could be assigned to.  There was only one where I REALLY didn't want to live. However, the odds were stacked against me (that particular dorm housed 900 freshman girls) and I was assigned to the dreaded traditional style dorm with teeny rooms, no privacy, strict rules about visitors, and community bathrooms.  Thus began my freshman year.

It wasn't that horrible but definitely not my ideal living arrangement so Sophomore year my roommate and I, along with two other friends got an apartment off campus.  Now that was more like it! I signed my first lease and foolishly thought of myself as such an adult.  Oh the curve balls life likes to hurl our way.  Things were changing for my family and I had to make some grown up decisions.  Take out supplemental loans and remain at the school I loved or swallow my pride, transfer to a college back in my hometown, and do what I never imagined...move back in with my parents.  I decided that since the degree I was seeking didn't promise a lucrative salary that incurring more debt was not in my best interest.  Move back home it was.  There was a brief adjustment period where I thought I was going to lose my ever loving mind but it passed and moving back in made me grow up more than moving out ever did.  Funny how that happens.

Anyway, fast forward 2 1/2 years and I'm 28 days away from earning my Bachelor's degree in Social Work and ready to move out again.  No big deal, that's the natural course of life right? Get a degree, get a job, move out, move on.  Not so much.  I have an opportunity to go to graduate school at the university where I first began college.  Hip hip hooray! Only am I going to be a full time student and have a full time job, pay the bills, and make it on my own?  Well I'll tell you how, I'm going to be a Resident Advisor (RA).  And so the process started over. Filled out a housing application, only this time as an RA, and crossed my fingers.  I was thrilled to learn I got the job but any guesses as to which dorm I was assigned?  That's right!  The same one I moved into 4 1/2 years ago.  Well if that's not full circle I don't know what is.  Anyway, being a 22 year old graduate student living among 18 year old freshman ought to be an interesting experience.  So I'm going to chronicle this new adventure in my life here.  Fasten your seat belts ladies and gentlemen, its going to be a bumpy ride.