Little Earthquakes

Merry Christmas everyone and Hanukka and Kwanzaa too! Yeah it is about that time again. Freakin A. What a crazy year and i'm sure they'll pass just as fast as this one did! I don't get it, the older I get the faster I grow old. Twenty flippin Eight. Yeah. Not yet married but close. We own a home together and furniture and the whole deal. I definitely feel secure in our future and look forward to many happy years with my main squeeze.

It is funny that some of my good female friends are literally living the "Sex in the City" life. I mean they are newly single and my age and some prospects but... It just seems totally crazy that we aren't all pushing baby carriages complaining about never seeing our husbands etc. The only thing we are pushing is thirty. Not that it is in any bad just not at all what I expected my life to be. I don't feel like I've got "my career" intact either. I guess we never know what road will lead us where.

It is true we live in a way different world than our parents...I just feel like I should be farther than I am now. When will I grow Up? My mom still says that. It is true though, i don't know when I will really feel grown up. My father said that he finally felt the age of maturity at 50. I think about that and I'm not sure what that realization will feel like. The loss of "it seems like yesterday I was in highschool." Cause it does feel like yesterday. I can't imagine when it won't feel like it just happened. I guess when I have kids that are telling me that it feels like yesterday they were in highschool. ha! I can't imagine having kids. I can't wait but i can't imagine molding a young person. Watching them grow from infant to toddler to twenty somthing. It is awesome and agonzing how fast life passes you by.

So...Myspace eh?

Instead of a lot of fun rantings from highly intelligent people from blogging on blogger... you get a personal ad for yourself in seek of a "more than friends" kind of relationship. Interesting.

Regardless I made one...a space for myself... out there in a land of highly sex crazed space taker uppers. haha Though I get my own not so random piece of ass on a regular basis, I still have a need to connect with friends who are in need of a piece of ass from other myspacers.

Smack that!

A million things to do yet here i sit. Could be cleaning up the house, putting the laundry away, shopping for Christmas gifts, napping, putting away the clean dishes, napping... I think I'd like a nap actually.

Random but highly necessary...my hands are so disgustingly dry they could be put in a potpourri basket w/ the other wilted things...frightening really.

Very sleepy...

(Insert Circular Saw Noises)

i don't really have anything important to say. uh...not that that is shocking or anything? I just wanted to pop in and let you all know i'm still alive.

I've exciting news too! I made a dentist appt. for the first time in oh i'd say 4 years. You see while attending college I sort of let my bi annual cleanings fall by the way side. After graduating it didn't get much better. After I had the dreaded surgery where they drugged me and punched my wisdom teeth out of my head, I wasn't too keen on seeing that mother fucker for a while. The best was when my little mouth was healing and a small infection occurred. Yeah I go in for my check up. This visit to hell is so they can affirm that my scars from the beating won't be permanent. The dentist grabs the hook device, you know the one I'm speaking of. The chisel thing. He takes that and without warning he yanks the new skin off of my freaking gaping hole where my tooth once was. I started crying because it HURT LIKE A MOTHER FUCKER. You know what he said, "oh? did that hurt?" Asshole!

Wow. I guess I have some emotions I need to work through from that event in my life...tee hee.

So since I've been out of school for 5 years I suppose it is time. I take care of my teeth don't get me wrong. It is a good idea to visit the dentist regularly...it's just difficult to pencil in that wicked hurting they put on you... If you receive your "by the book" bi annual cleaning, the hygenist will only spend a good 30 min. deep cleaning your weary teeth and gums to the point you don't want to do anything involving mouth movement for a day or so afterward. I have no idea how long they'll take on my mouth. It seems that no matter how much preparation you do in an effort to wow your dental hygenist, they'll find something to work on for the duration of your visit. Unbeknowest to you, your back molar has a little more build up than you imagined. Also your flossing 3 days before your visit didn't exactly make up for the years you flossed every couple of weeks or so. I don't know about your hygenist but if they floss you the way they floss me...blood is flowing and the gums are aching!

Can't wait! I have to go to bed now! I'll let you all know how it goes at the chop shop!

High Ho the Dairy O, A Mortgage Payment's On The Way...Hey!

I try to begin each post with the word "so." Don't ask me why. It is my train of thought I suppose. I think with the initial thought being "so....*enterextremelythoughtfulquery*"

Now then. The root of this post, I'm sick of living with people and paying them rent for a place which I hardly reside and can not intelligently be referred to as a roommate as I should be referred to as, "that girlfriend who pays rent for no reason and lives at her boyfriend's place." It seems so college-esque. Only in college I was not really paying rent, the government paid it with the promise that one day I would pay them back...for the rest of my life. Then it didn't seem so bad because I had tons of free money for spring break, beer and of course college books. I don't want to get into that insurmountable amount of debt and the ensuing degree received etc. etc.

Because I'm in love with the man in my life and know we will one day be united in that holy matrimonial state where you give up autonomy and remain forever unified at the hip and stuff. And the fact that neither one of us is gratified about throwing money to the housing hounds of hell, it is time to think about house hunting. dahn dahn daaaahn!

We are very excited and gung ho for sho! The frightening thing is the actual mortgage and being a grown up and actually paying for stuff that isn't eaten in the next week. Things like fur-ni-ture and a-pp-li-ances! I guess I am 27 years old so I can absolutely envision these things but actually paying for them is a different story. Therein lies the question begged, how do you pay for all this stuff? Oh Uncle Sam....more money please! Uncle Sam should be designated as my sugar daddy. Too bad he eventually wants the money back. What a downer!

The reality of the situation is that I cannot wait to share something so wonderful as our first house. It makes me smile.

I will have more updates as the hunt begins! Stay tuned! ha!