my father mother instilled in me that if you don’t see things happening the way you want them to, you get out there and make them happen.
- susan powter
sooo, my mom has taken to posting daily quotes on facebook. i’ll be the first to admit, i usually just skim and/or ignore but i’m so glad i read today’s. it was just the boost i needed as i’ve been stressing over: my pending unemployment after next week; contemplations about life/career; moving and furnishing a new home whilst possibly being unemployed.
the list goes on but bea’s post got me motivated. if i happen to be without a job while we move, i’ll have more time to unpack and paint and get shit set up. if i get this job that i really want, i’ll (finally) be taking a step towards a (somewhat unconventional) career doing something i actually care about and if i don’t, i’ve got solid letters of recommendation and all weekend to write cover letters. if i’m not making any money, i can’t spend $500 on that wild chair i really want for the new living room but i could maybe go for the more reasonably-priced, neutral option. yadda yadda yadda. with all of these rambles running through my head, i didn’t even notice my phone buzzing in my bag but a voice mail and a call back later and i’ve accepted a new position at an awesome company where i can wear yoga pants every day. holla back.
new year, new house, new job .. this is as “get out there and make it happen” as it gets!
beginning of my last two weeks at my current job and it’s awk-waaard.
emailed my old DC boss asking for a letter of rec and she was kind of a beeyotch .. but she’s glad to hear “things are moving along.”
letter of rec is necessary for a new job* i’ve been interviewing for the last 2 weeks. i’m hesitant to move forward because the job schedule includes every other saturday and i still have showers/weddings through october but they asked me to send them the dates i’d need off and see if they can work around them sooo i guess that’s good?
i’m 29 and i have no clue what i want to be when i grow up and it’s stressing me out.
*potential new job revolves around wearing yoga pants, doing yoga and getting my community to do yoga a.k.a. dream job .. i think.
on sunday, i got an email from tumblr saying it was my blog’s 4th birthday! woo! confetti! slash when’s the last time i really wrote anything of substance? i have seriously neglected this old thing for the past year+ but on the long (read: hungover) ride home from chicago, i started thinking about where i was 4 years ago.
i had just turned 25 and was living in DC in a fab apartment, 2 blocks from my sweet job, surrounded by great friends and family and in a pseudo, on-and-off, long distance relationship with my college beau. that’s clearly the abridged version of my life at that time. and yes, i’m leaving out a lot of the “fun” stuff, not because i’m ashamed but because i’ve moved on - literally and figuratively.
those were some of the most best years of my life and thanks to my blog, i was able to look back and remember the good and not-so-good times. those not-so-good times (and not-so-good decisions) have been deleted for the most part. i re-read them and laughed and patted myself on the back for being such an awesome human being in certain situations but i also cried and had many “what the fuck were you thinking?” moments. but such is life, especially in your mid-twenties.
these days, you can find me in ohio. cleveland first and in 28 days, canton - home of the professional football hall of fame! my pseudo, on-and-off, long distance relationship with my college beau has blossomed into cohabitation + a dog with my college beau .. and as of this week, a new house! i’m so excited for the next steps our little family is taking, so excited that i want to document it and share it with whoever feels like reading. i doubt my posts will be as wild and crazy as they were in my DC glory days but hey, picking paint colors and DIY projects are cool too, right? right.
also, here’s proof i haven’t gone completely soft yet a.k.a. i climbed on my meathead boyfriend’s shoulders at lolla this past weekend and it was awesome. we’re still fun, i swear.
translation: i recently (like last week) took over my company’s social media accounts and downloaded the tumblr app on my phone and couldn’t help but scroll around and like/comment on random posts (hi, friends!) and realized how much i miss this old thing.
i’ve been extremely absent but somehow gained a bunch of followers so i’m compelled to not be a total blog failure and at least say hello and welcome and update all of you beautiful people on what i’ve been up to lately.
and then i got to thinking, what have i been up to lately? like seriously, where has this summer gone? there’s been some sort of event every single weekend! a concert to attend, visiting family to entertain, birthdays to celebrate, races to run .. throw in a new dog, a job hunt and pending cohabitation plans and we’re practically into freaking september and nearing my one year anniversary as an ohioan!
while i wish time would slow down a bit, i must admit, life has been pretty great these past few months. my mom and brothers were in town for my birthday a.k.a. sadly/probably the only time all 4 of us will be together this year. i’m a bit behind on my half marathon training schedule but happy with the pace i’ve reached. ace has quickly become my new best friend and snuggle buddy and i’m already thinking about his halloween costume(s) .. all much to jake’s chagrin. and speaking of jake, he has quickly become quite the dog whisperer, so he thinks. i laugh daily at his attempts to teach our 7-year-old dog to high five. oh, and i got a new job. today actually, like 3 hours ago.
on that note, i should probably end this here because i have a really awkward short notice resignation letter to write. at least it’s friday, right? right.
“I don’t believe in guilty pleasures. If you fucking like something, like it. That’s what’s wrong with our generation: that residual punk rock guilt, like, “You’re not supposed to like that. That’s not fucking cool.” Don’t fucking think it’s not cool to like Britney Spears’ “Toxic.” It is cool to like Britney Spears’ “Toxic”! Why the fuck not? Fuck you! That’s who I am, goddamn it! That whole guilty pleasure thing is full of fucking shit.”—Dave Grohl (via colestclair)
hair appointment this afternoon. can’t believe i’m taking a chance on a new stylist (sorry, donn the ombremagician) but my hair needs jesus and i’m not sure when my next trip to DC is. on the bright side, i’m going to zen metro spa, which comes highly recommended by nadine, so given how pretty her locks are, i’m feeling good .. good enough to maybe shake things up a bit. it’s time for a (little) change!
home visit from a dog jake and i want to adopt. he’s a 7-year-old beagle/dachsund mix named acey (we’d call him ace, by the way) who’s coming from WV where his owner lost her home due to illness and can no longer care for him. i’ve been wanting a dog for a while now but with my recent homesickness, jake finally gave in the timing couldn’t be more perfect. fingers crossed it’s a match!
the rest of the weekend basically depends on ace. jake and i made reservations at the fabulous gervasi vineyard over a month ago and i obviously have an outfit picked out and i may or may not have scheduled my hair appointment to coincide with our fancy date night BUT pizza, wine, movies and snuggles with my boyS sounds pretty good right about now.
CHEERS TO (potential) NEW HAIR AND A (potential) NEW DOG!!
this week was A WEEK. i’ve been super busy in basically every aspect of my life and i am in major need of some rest and relaxation.
i worked late monday and sped home to jake’s to make dinner because if i don’t cook, he ends up eating frozen entrees or canned soup all week. gross.
tuesday has turned into my detox day with spin at 4:30 followed by yoga (i’m hooked, y’all - thanks so much for the tips) at 6. it’s a bit extreme, i know, but not as extreme as my dairy queen chocolate dipped cone intake as of late. yikes.
my roomie and i had a post-work running date on wednesday but we cancelled in favor of making frozen strawberry lemonade vodka slushies before heading to volleyball. added bonus: we won our first match of the season against the only team that has a worse record than us. holla.
yesterday i went straight from my office job to my bar job. my least fave cocktail server quit earlier this week (praise the lawd) so i had to come in earlier than i normally do on thursdays. we had a few rushes during the night but each rush brought at least 1 douche lord/shitty tipper. such is bar life. on the bright side, we closed up before 2 am so my bartender BFF and i headed to our neighborhood dive where they had $1 PBRs and $1.50 fireball shots. woof.
and now i’m working from home (read: sitting on my couch in my underwear, answering a zillion emails and guzzling diet ginger ale) until noon and hoping this headache goes away before yoga at 2. if you need me, i’ll be the girl in the back sweating out pure booze. sweet.
i’ve only been to 2 yoga classes my entire life. the first was a few years ago at my local WSC with one of my childhood BFFs. we basically laughed the entire class because we thought someone tooted. so mature, i know. fast forward another few years and i’m at a “yoga party” at the home of one of my mom’s hippie friends. it was a saturday afternoon and i was still drunk/really hungover from the night before and ended up falling asleep during the closing meditation. oops.
and now fast forward to today and my first hot yoga class ever. i don’t find bodily noises that funny anymore (actually that’s a lie) and i’m sober so, i’m really hoping third time’s a charm - i did buy a 10-class package, after all. anyways, i don’t know any positions but i’ve got my hot pink mat and matching towel ready to go and lord knows i’ve been drinking tons of water the past 2 days (read: running to the bathroom every 20 minutes). any other last minute tips? best yoga advice? slash HELP! i’m clueless .. and kinda scared.
looks like i survived my accidental meat intake. thanks for your concern! and shout out to fired up tacos for being super awesome and offering me free lunch next week .. the power of social media is real, people. anyway, like i said, i’m alive! i keep telling myself i’m going to write more often so here’s a list of things that have been going on in my world .. because i’m sure you’ve been DYING to know:
right after i wrote my working girl update - literally RIGHT AFTER - my boss called me into a meeting to let me know that the organization is low on funds and i could no longer work full time. translation: “hi, you’ve been here for a month and while this has nothing to do with performance, we can only afford to keep you on for 24 hours a week and you are free to start looking for a new job.” WTF, right? fast forward to this week. our HR person informs me that to stay insured i need to work at least 30 hours. well, alrighty then. all of this back and forth has been annoying but i know i am lucky to have a job and benefits .. buuut don’t think i didn’t make myself a bomb ass schedule that includes work from home fridays that end at noon. BOOYAH!
pescetarianism (is that a word?) is going well. i eat fish/shrimp maybe once every few weeks so my veggie game is pretty strong and now that it’s been almost 6 months, i’d like to think my body is pretty well-adjusted to the changes i’ve made. also, i saw this adorable video on facebook today and it made me cry (duh). don’t watch unless you never want to eat meat again.
my roomie invited me to join her beach volleyball team and i gotta say, i kinda sorta still have my high school skillz. the courts are right on the lake and everyone drinks pre/post-game so it’s a fun atmosphere, perfect for a mid-week break! i was the only non-couple on the team at first (read: 7th wheel) but jake has recently become a permanent sub .. coincidentally, we have finally started winning some games slash he is totally our best player. don’t tell him that.
speaking of jake, he’s the best! i could write an entire post about how wonderful things are going but perhaps i will save that for another time. suffice it to say, we have reached a great balance between our work/personal/relationship lives and i even got him - all 6”4, 250 lbs. of him - to start running with me. it’s a meat head miracle!
so, there you have it, proof that i’m alive and well .. and full from the MEATLESS caprese sandwich i inhaled while writing this. HAPPY ALMOST FRIDAY!
so i basically haven’t written a damn thing - except for shelling out some sweet moving advice - since i started the new job a.k.a. i hope you’ve enjoyed my outfitposts.
speaking of the new job, it’s pretty great. 15-20 minute commute, good location downtown, casual dress code, work from home options, and SUMMER FRIDAYS! my position is a lot like my old [awesome] job in DC as far as tasks go but sadly, with nowhere near as much travel. other than that, my coworkers are nice and my starbucks knows my order. solid.
i’m still working at the bar and have somehow whittled down my schedule to 1 weeknight without getting “fired”. i wish i could handle more because it really is such fun/easy money but mama needs her beauty sleep .. and her workouts and her date nights and her reading hours and her wine nights and her marathon tv sessions and most importantly, her weekends!
“I came home one day from school after being chased by kids singing “Yellow Submarine”, and I didn’t understand why. It just seemed surreal: why are they singing that song to me? I came home and I freaked out on my dad: ‘Why didn’t you tell me you were in The Beatles?’ And he said, ‘Oh, sorry. Probably should have told you that.’”—Dhani Harrison (via james-winston)
Any advice for a lady that's moving to a new city for a man, and leaving a great job behind with no new offers in the pipeline?
oooh gurl, i feel your pain .. pain in your heart swelling with so much love for your boo that you’re willing to leave an amazing job and city to be with him! it’s not an easy decision and i’m no expert but i have certainly learned a lot in the past year.
you are a brave bitch: it takes a brave bitch to just pack up her life and move to a random place with no job prospects and little to no friends or family. remember that when you go on interviews. remember that when you don’t land that job you were perfect for. remember that when you are thinking of joining a kickball league. remember that when you have your first big fight and a little voice in your head asks, “i moved here for this shit?” remember that when you get bored with funemployment and pick up new hobbies. remember that when you get lost while wandering around your new digs. remember that when annoying family/friends/strangers feel the need to tell you that “he should’ve moved to you.”
have fun: YAY! FINALLY! you live in the same city or perhaps under the same roof as your sweetie! you no longer have to squeeze in a month of relationship stuffs into a 48 hour weekend. have fun on real, actual date nights that are planned in advance and that you obviously have killer outfits picked out for. have fun exploring your new city together. he may have been there first but he will love showing you around. have fun doing abso-fucking-lutely nothing. order pizza, crack open a bottle of red and veg the F out.
appreciate his vulnerability: getting to be with your guy 24/7 means getting to learn and appreciate all his adorable quirks and daily routines, even the ones that involve weird smelly noises coming from his body. he’ll try and help with laundry and turn your favorite shirt pink. his hair will get long and you’ll have to gently remind him to schedule a cut. he’ll get sick and then proceed to be the worst patient ever. he might put on a tie that totally clashes with his shirt that totally clashes with his suit. but let’s be serious, he’ll secretly love the new face moisturizer you bought him. duh.
find some balance: at first i was like, OMG WE HAVE SO MUCH LOST TIME TO MAKE UP FOR! LET’S BE TOGETHER ALL THE TIME! and then i remembered that jake had a life in place before i got here – a demanding job, a workout schedule, friends and coworkers, etc. i, on the other hand, had zero of those things. this definitely took some compromise on both of our parts .. i didn’t want to be a stage 5 clinger but i also expected him to adjust his routines a bit to make time for me. on my end, i resolved to make the most of my free time without him, whether it was cooking, cleaning, DIY-projecting, running or watching all of my shows that he hates. balance is key to any relationship but it’s super, super, super important when transitioning out of the long distance phase.
so, those are my 2 cents! i hope you don’t mind that i answered this publicly, i’m sure we’re not the only ones to take the plunge! enjoy your new city with your man!! xo
it’s almost 2 o’clock on monday afternoon and you’re just cheesing at your computer.
a year+ ago, i thought i had a good weekend when i was still hungover 3 days later or when i couldn’t find my apartment keys after a wild night out but my life has surely changed for the better since then.
my first week at the new job was pretty damn good. i still have lots to learn but my coworkers have been super helpful and it’s nice to be able to work from home in the mornings. dress code is business casual, emphasis on the casual part, so my closet is finally getting some love again! i’ve decided to keep the bar job 2 nights a week for now because it’s easy/fun money but i’m not so sure about only having one FULL day off .. we’ll see how long this work ethic lasts.
in the end, neither job kept me from having a blast this weekend! i skipped out of work a bit early friday and headed down to columbus (again) with jake for his best friend’s dad’s law school graduation party. we’ve been spending a lot of time in the car lately and i must say, it’s been pretty great to just catch up and talk about anything and everything. saturday we stopped at a fancy mall on our way back home and did a little damage to celebrate the fact that i actually have money to spend and then i headed back north to work a party at the bar. it was a REALLY late night/morning for me so sunday was for sleeping in and vegging out with a bagel and mimosas .. until jake showed up at my door with tix to see aziz downtown!
my cheeks are still sore from laughing last night so i should probably stop with the cheesing but i’m kinda on cloud 9 over my life/career/relationship these days and i guess i really want my computer screen - and anyone who walks by my office - to know.
Thanks to a 911 phone call and the help of an energetic neighbor named Charles Ramsey, three women who’ve been missing for years are now safe.
CLE in the news with a CRAZY story. what’s even crazier is that this happened in a house that was in my “turf” during the campaign. like, I PROBABLY KNOCKED ON THIS DOOR AT SOME POINT?!?! what in the actual hell?!?!
but back to the hero, charles ramsey. he deserves big macs for life. what a guy.
due to #stitches2013, i went to see a doctor for the first time in forever. read: i got weighed for the first time in forever. i already knew i had lost some weight but seeing an actual number was pretty rad .. and not to toot my own horn but i’ve lost 20+ pounds since december 2011.
that being said, it’s finally warming up in CLE so i unpacked my spring/summer wardrobe and the majority of my clothes don’t fit (in a good way) so obviously i need to go shopping.
speaking of shopping, i haven’t done any in a whiiile due to funemployment but all of that is about to change because i’m 90% sure susan miller was right this month and i’ll be getting some good news in a few hours!!
in a few more hours, #stitches2013 will be a thing of the past and i’ll never take my left thumb for granted again. seriously, try washing your long ass hair with one hand for a week and you’ll understand.
suffice it to say, this week > last week. i don’t want to jinx myself on the job front buuut i’m currently sitting in what will (potentially) be my new office, working on a project that i will (potentially) be spearheading and the VP just included me in her weekly staff memo email. that’s good, right?
You might be sitting with him at the kitchen table drinking coffee from mismatched mugs and saying nothing because sometimes saying nothing is the best thing to say. He’s miles away, and you’re thinking you should take a shower or fix your hair or at least brush your teeth because you feel dirty and self-conscious. You wish the sun weren’t so bright on your face and you wish there was something other than corn flakes for breakfast so your stomach won’t start making hideous noises. You’re about to open your mouth and say something to break the silence, but he speaks first. He tilts his head slightly and says:
“You make me really happy.”
And you will agree he does, too.
”—Carrie Laski, Things To Say Besides I Love You (via brookebutler)