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Saturday, January 30, 2010

1) Thirty has been AWESOME. I thought twenty-nine was pretty ruling (and it was – it was the year of Joshles and getting engaged, of Tex, of Kate getting engaged, and so many other rude things), but 30? Completely badass.

2) I’m enjoying living in NJ more and more all the time. I’m finally feeling like I know my way around, and I’m not terrified to drive here anymore (as much – I still won’t attempt Rt 46 at rush hour, and stayed in the passenger lane of Rt 17 the entire five minutes I was on it last week, but I’ve gotten much better). I also keep waiting to run into The Situation at the mall. I’m sure I never will, because the town where Jersey Shore takes place is about an hour and a half south of here, but still. (I keep forgetting that NJ is a much bigger state than what I’m used to (geographically and population-wise).) I’d really love to see The Situation at the mall, though. How funny would it be to try to get a picture with him, and then have him act all douchey?

3) I’m back on Lush, for like the millionth time. I highly recommend Dark Angel, which I’ve never tried until now, but everything else I’m using is an old favorite. Big is still the best clarifying shampoo ever, and nothing makes my hair shinier than washing with Big and conditioning with Coolaulin. I found the Lush closest to me this past week, and it’s one that is in a Macy’s store, which ruled, because I received a Macy’s giftcard for my birthday from my future in-laws, and Josh insisted I spend it on myself, and not on something off our registry. I stocked up on all my favorite products, including some bath bombs. I like taking baths here because our tub is brand new. It rules. Anyway, I got Sex Bomb, Happy Pill, and Magic Mushroom, and as I was checking out, the Lush girl, who was super stoned and completely ruling, said, “Check out those bath bombs! Woo! Sounds like a good night!” Hee!

4) Wedding planning is going along pretty smoothly. I have a fiance who insists on being involved in all aspects, which is both good and bad. Good, because it means this will be his wedding too, but bad because the decision making process takes so much longer when there are two people’s opinions to take into account. I’ve been trying to compromise on a lot of things, though (for example, having a DJ, sending STDs, our first dance song, our cake cutting song, having parent dances at all, where we are sitting, etc), and I feel like I’ve been successful. It’s hard for me to not just take charge and plan it already, but I do want Josh to be involved, and we have six months to settle out the little details, which is plenty of time.

5) I made myself a hoodie with ears yesterday. I realize that I am 30, and no one is emo anymore, but I don’t really care. I am wearing what I want!

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Countdown to Thirty: Days Six and Seven

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Yeah, about Day Six… I forgot. Oops! So I’ll talk about twenty-six and twenty-seven tonight. (I say this like you’re all waiting on the edges of your seats for my next post. I’m a bunghole!)

2006 was the year Rachel got married! It was also the year I moved into my very own apartment! I dated a bunch of doorknobs, two I met through work, and one I met through Rachel (indirectly), and a few other one date sort of doorknobs who were all really lame. It was both a year of extreme awesomeness and a year of extreme suckiness. I cried all day on my twenty-sixth birthday, even though the night before, I had been at Rachel’s apartment doing fun things like coloring her hair and drinking Afterbirth. I was sad to turn twenty-six, because it meant I was too old to be on the Real World. Not that I ever wanted to be on the Real World, but the fact that I was too old for stuff like that was sad to me. On average, 2006 was a good year. I got to be single and have fun with it, and I had lots of friends and things to do. I went out enough, and made plans with people, and my job was tolerable.

I had wanted to be twenty-seven from the time I was a little kid. When I was four, my mom turned twenty-seven, and I thought she was so cool. Then, ten years later, my uncle would turn twenty-seven, and I thought he was ubercool. So I had been looking forward to being that age for a long time, and I wasn’t disappointed. I had fun the entire year, despite dating an asshole who I didn’t yet realize was an asshole (I’d find that out in 2008). He was really fun at the time, and 2007 was a great year. Kate and I went on The Cruise for the first time, and that was amazing, of course. I started to get a little bogged down at work, but they were paying me really well to not do very much work, and the only way that can be any better is if you get to work from home (I didn’t.) or if everyone you work with rules (Not so much.).

2007 would end on a terrible note, though, and would really set the course for 2008, which I’ll talk about tomorrow.

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Countdown to Thirty: Day Five

Sunday, January 10, 2010

2005 was one of the hardest years of my life, but also one of the best, as far as actions leading to better events, and making good choices.

(Side story, related to absolutely nothing else about age twenty-five: My dad has a small law firm, and he shares office space with another attorney who also has a few employees. The other attorney, Mike, has twins, Emma and Michael. I usually only see them once a year, at the office holiday party, and Emma is one of my favorite kids. The feeling is mutual, since every year, she talks my ear off the entire four hours we are at the party. Anyway, two years ago, maybe, Emma was telling me that her mom sometimes drops her off at school, because it’s on her way to work, and even though it’s embarrassing to get dropped off, Emma still takes the rides. At this point, her mom jumped in and said, “Yeah, and I make it even worse! When I let her off on the sidewalk, I roll down the window and yell, ‘Mommy loves you, Emma! Make good choices!’ Heh heh heh.” I laughed SO HARD. Anyway, saying that I was making good choices at twenty-five totally reminded me of that story.)

2005 was the year I broke up with the guy I had been living with, I moved back home and lived on my mom’s couch, and I tried to get back in touch with all the friends I hadn’t been allowed to talk to for four years. I also got actively recruited for a new job at a different company, which gave me a good reason to look for an apartment without hurting my mom’s feelings (it was a weird situation there for a while). I also lost a ton of weight, bought an entirely new wardrobe, and cut all my hair off. It ruled, a lot.

It was one of the few good years, and one of the better ones I had had for a while. Plus, it was fun to be twenty-five. You’re old enough so that people don’t say things like, “What does she know? She’s only twenty-five!” but not so old that you are invisible. (I must say, however, that it rules to be invisible. It’s freeing.) I spent a lot of time at Starbucks, and I think this was the year I went to Chicago for the first time. Rachel got engaged, and asked me to be in her wedding, which I was so happy about, since we hadn’t been able to see much of each other in the early 00’s.

Through Rachel, and her then-fiance-now-husband, I met Ben the Butt. He was the first guy I dated after moving out of New Haven, and looking back, though it sort of ubersucked at the time, it wasn’t an altogether awful first-dating-after-a-long-term-relationship experience. It was weird, and pretty lame a lot of the time, and he clearly did not actually like me, but it forced me to determine my priorities in dating. I’d never again date a professional-type who was so focused on money and status and whatnot, but I wouldn’t get over the asshole thing for another four years. Oops. (I did not make good choices with BtB, but whatever. It didn’t last long, and I need to date someone for a little while.)

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Countdown to Thirty: Day Four

Saturday, January 9, 2010

2004 was not much better than either 2002 or 2003, but it was the year I finally made the switch from public accounting to corporate accounting, which sounds insignificant to most people, but is HUGE if it is you in the situation. I got laid off in May 2004, because I had no desire or reason to get my CPA license. I never, ever wanted to be forced to do anyone’s taxes other than my own (even though, admittedly, taxes are not hard; they are just ANNOYING), and I certainly wasn’t going to use my vacation time studying for a really expensive test I might not pass. Plus, most CPAs I knew at the time weren’t that cool. I knew a few who were awesome, but I didn’t work with any of these awesome CPAs: I knew them from the Internets. The ones I worked with were horrible and made me want to commit homicide. Getting laid off, as everyone from my dad to Kate told me, was a blessing.

It was at my shiny new corporate job at a ruling publicly traded utility company in my hometown that I met several people who are still close friends of mine five years later. I also realized that work doesn’t always have to suck, and while a crappy boss can ruin everything for you, having everyone else rule almost makes up for it.

So, I was dealing with getting laid off, job searching (back in 2004, it only took me six weeks to find a new job!), a new commute, my mom selling the house we built in 1987 and moving to a new town, and a dead-end relationship. Not the most fun year, but there were a few bright spots: a trip to DC with Internet Friends, having a job where I wasn’t working 60-80 hours a week at ANY point in time, much less for four months straight, meeting people at work who liked me and who I liked in return, and getting to go to Montreal. (True, I went with a bunghole, but I had a lot of fun. If I had that much fun with HIM, imagine how much fun Montreal actually is?) So, a few good things in an otherwise dreadful year.

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