Wednesday was my day off- not that I was able to enjoy much of it. I did get treated to a pedicure by my mom. That was the most relaxing part of my day. The rest of the day was spent getting my car title put in my name, getting new license plates, having the oil changed and trying to find shorts. Why is it so hard to find normal length shorts anymore? They’re either hoochie-mama (1 or 2 inch inseam) or they’re bermuda length, which hey I may as well just wear my capris. And why is it that the people who need to wear the bermudas are wearing the hoochie mama shorts? The girls and women with the big thighs or droopy asses? I purposely do not wear shorts shorter than a 5 inch inseam because things just aren’t as high and firm as they were when I was 23. However, moving to Alabama (106 with the heat index) requires me to have shorts in my wardrobe and I got rid of almost all of them. I went to 3 different stores and couldn’t find anything beyond hoochie mama’s, bermudas or excessively heavy fleece workout capris. I want to look nice, I’ll be near the base my boyfriend is stationed, I don’t want people he knows/works with saying I’m a pasty large-thighed woman, or that I have some sort of sweat disorder. And I actually do put a lot of thought into my outfits 6 out of 7 days a week. I have a feeling I will be a sore thumb in Alabama, but maybe I’ll be proven wrong. I was getting aggravated by the time I got to Kohl’s, so I did what any aspiring fashionista with a gift card does: buys skirts marked down to $5. Skirts and dresses have become my friends these last few years and I’m impressed by their versatility. They also help eliminate that terrible problem of the legs of the shorts “cutting” into your thighs and did I mention no cameltoe or ninja foot? So, I guess that’s my fashion tip: switch to skirts, but please wear the correct size/ length. Ok, I really need to go to bed.
Archive for July, 2010
I’m stuck. Not with writing, with my life. I feel like my life doesn’t start until this initial move is finished. Stuck finishing out my job, where I can’t do much except keep things afloat and try not to scream at the frustration. Stuck finishing out my lease, climbing around boxes and organizing paperwork and getting rid of things I don’t use or wear or want. Stuck. So many friends and former co-workers are getting engaged or married or having babies and I’m just…waiting. Don’t get me wrong, I certainly don’t begrudge them their happiness. I just feel like a car on blocks, revving my engine but going nowhere. I’m on the tarmac of life, waiting for my clearance to fly. Oh, that was bad, but accurate. And Mark has certainly been worth the wait, but in a way, that makes me feel stuck, too. When the man of your dreams is waiting for you, it makes the wait so much longer…
How do you deal with too much advice? so many people telling you 14 different ways to do things? I’m starting to question if these people even view me as an adult at this point. I know everyone is just trying to be helpful in regards to my move, but seriously, I am a grown adult, I have common sense, I think I can figure it out. I’ve got my parents telling me how to do things, pack it this way, leave on this day blah blah blah. Then I have Mark reminding me that he’s moved several times already so I should do everything the way he would do it. People at work flat out telling me I shouldn’t move until I get a ring. That leads me to my joy at work. I have a co-worker who doesn’t feel she needs to put in any effort and it’s becoming a burden on the rest of us. She was “talked to” last week and her response to this, rather than being mature and owning up to her shortcomings, is to act like a petulant child. If I didn’t need the money for moving/etc., I would seriously walk out the door with my things and never look back. I need a mental health vacation or a punching bag at the very least. Ugh.
Ok, so besides the fact that I’m still trying to figure out this website, I’m also trying to figure out exactly what I want to put on (in? which word is correct in this instance?) my blog. I’m intending it to reflect life as an “Air Force Groupie” but also just the normal (for me) bits of chatter that go through my head that got me the nickname “Twitter” at my current job.
I’m about 35 or 36 days away from moving to Montgomery, Alabama. I’ve lived in the suburbs of Cleveland, Ohio my entire 31.75 years. I’m moving to the ever-so-glamorous state of Alabama to live with my boyfriend, whom I love dearly, and who is stationed there. The past 8 months have been tough, having a long-distance relationship, and I’m looking forward to finally being with him for longer than 4 days at most.
I’ve got a lot of people asking me if this is the best thing to do as we’re not engaged and I’m pretty much leaving my whole life behind with no guarantee that this is going to work. I’ve thought long and hard about this for months, and yes, I had second thoughts. Really, there are no guarantees in life. You can eat the healthiest foods and work out everyday, but if you get hit by a bus, organic food isn’t going to make much difference. So, I’m listening to my heart and going to be with the man I love. It’s the first time I’m really making a decision to live my life for me, and it’s frightening and exciting and overwhelming all at once. Well, I think that’s a pretty good first entry. Off to bed, more packing tomorrow!