it's beginning to look a lot like christmas...

so i guess christmas is around the corner! it always seems to sneak up on me, christmas. but it's exciting. tonight it's the family and fondue, which sounds promising. becca's starting to get sick though and she's still housesitting whereas i am feeling pretty good and having to take care of the zoo here at the apartment toute seule...i might hang out with her, which sounded fun a few days ago but now that she's sick doesn't sound quite as positive an experience. then tomorrow i am definitely a happy girl because tomorrow is actually CHRISTMAS which means CHRISTMAS BREAKFAST AND MIMOSAS. seriously, i don't even need presents, as long as i have breakfast. christmas breakfast is always the bestest. that almost rhymed and yes, i intended for it to do so.

nate also comes home tomorrow, which makes me even more happy, because even though i like having alone time, to an extent, i miss coming home to my best friend every night and i don't like coming home to such a quiet apartment. it will be a relatively short reunion though, as i have to get myself down to hilton head the day after christmas for a short and sweet grandparent visit...evidently i've been volunteered to attempt fun phyllo dough creations while i'm down there, which is fine by me, as at least there's something to DO!

after that, i have one more day off, and then i suppose it's back to 'normal,' whatever that is.

i hope that everyone who reads this has an exceptionally happy holiday and enjoys it to its full potential. know that you are surrounded by love. be positive, be happy, revel in the hustle and bustle and energy of the season. and if you have snow where you are, PLAY IN IT FOR ME.

la vie est belle.

lame.

britney spears' SIXTEEN YEAR OLD sister who LIVES WITH her NINETEEN YEAR OLD boyfriend is PREGNANT.

and their mother was trying to hawk a parenting book a couple months ago?! really?!

and i guess britney went out that night and partied like usual, and apparently kevin federline knew even before the magazines and the blogs broke the news while britney didn't, etc. etc. etc. i just keep reading these things and i think it's sooooo lame.

silly.

project runway post

in response to katieoh:

all time favorite contestant=JAY. i absolutely adored him, his designs and his clever one-liners about cigarettes ('they're like little sticks of salvation!' or something to that effect). to this day, i can watch re-runs and i still laugh at jay and i remember hanging out in my room with xiao back at randolph macon and watching it with her and debating the best designs each week.

these days, it's a bit more difficult as we haven't seen QUITE enough of the contestants' work and personalities. yet. i'm quite fond of crazy elisa and 'fierce' christian makes me laugh. fatboy chris march got to come back, which i thought was sweet, but i'm not sure he and his flamboyant costuming mindset will go too far. i like kit, she seems relatively down to earth and smart. however, in general, i'm all over kevin for the win. i love him, i think he's great, and i want to go to lunch with him after he wins and talk about how awesome i think it is that he hasn't been bitchy or dramatic (yet, i guess...)

speaking of bitchy, not a fan of victorya, jillian (IS SHE HIGH? ALLLLLL THE TIME?!), and rami. they all seem very 'i'm better than you' la di dah, obnoxious and petty. and ricky is a crybaby who's not good enough. i feel sorry for him, but he also really grates on my nerves.

so. that's that.

prediction for this week: ricky's out.

progressions

last night i came home from a relatively un-lucrative shift at work, but still in a good mood.

i'm not the kind of girl whose mood is controlled by money or lack thereof. there's still time for this to change, but i hope to keep it the way it is, because i admire it in myself. there are too many more important things about which to fret, in my opinion and while i'd love to have more money and have that be a complete non-issue and while there are a whole slew of things i would be able to do and opportunities that would present themselves with the presence of more money, i maintain that life, and one's good mood for that matter, is not not dependent on the presence or lack of dinero.

to continue. i came home in a good mood, kind of wanting to go out and celebrate that, but totally fine to just hang at home with my boyfriend, some beers, a couple smokes, and the animals. which is what happened and it was spectacular. there's something to be said for being able to come home from work on any random day and just kicking back and having that be the highlight of your week.

work's been slow lately, which to some extent i can understand, certainly not wanting to go out to eat myself these days and holiday preparation taking up a lot of mindspace, yet it's still disappointing, especially when coworkers who have been here for at least a year comparing it to the success of last year and what sounded like a really busy, fabulous, exhausting, and super-lucrative time. meanwhile during the day, i continue to just sort of run my errands and hang out and that's all fine. the gym, taking care of our pets, shopping for gifts, writing, etc.

basically, yes, this is a blog about how happy i am where i am. again. i'm just feeling really positive these days, and optimistic, and content. inside of work, outside of work, whether i'm hanging out with nate, sitting on the balcony having hours of really amazing conversation or i'm with relative strangers, joking around about the weather at one of my tables at work. whether it's with my mother picking out a christmas tree, or going out and just letting loose with friends, or talking with caitlin on the phone on a sunday afternoon, i'm a very happy person. and i'm a very lucky girl.

la vie est belle.

are we excited?

or are we dreading it?

we don't care about the old folks...

so i was looking through some OLD pictures the other day and decided to put them online, via facebook. turns out, putting pictures of the kids i knew when we were truly KIDS is a fantastic way to get back in touch with those people! everyone likes a little 'time machine moment' to quote one of the aforementioned kids.

it just makes me happy to put a smile on the faces of people who i haven't been able to see in years, sometimes even since that time. one guy commented on a picture, saying, 'how did you recognize me?! i don't think i would have' or something to that extent, provoking my response of, 'well, that's easy, since i haven't seen you really since you looked like this.' i mean, i wouldn't recognize him NOW necessarily, funnily enough!

there may be more where those came from, i'll have to see...i'm the kind of girl who has a massive hatbox full of these kinds of pictures, strewn around in absolutely no order, so it's always fun to look through and discover and remember and laugh.

it's funny, because i look through these photos and it strikes me that there were years where some of the most important people in my life were completely uninvolved. i was eighteen when i met caitlin. i was twenty when i met nate. and i don't want to sound dramatic, but i think it's amazing that i lived an average of nineteen years without them! because they're so much a part of my life now, and they're soooo important to me and my happiness, it's interesting to look back and think, 'i wonder if i knew there was something missing then.' because i think there was. and not to detract, so to speak, from the validity of everyone else i've known--i think you are all fantastic and am so pleased that i've been able know you and wish that we could get together these days and catch up, not just post comments and messages on facebook about our good times together when we were fourteen--but there was a small hole in my life before nate and cait were in it and it's filled and i'm complete, to sound compleeeeetley cliched.

caitlin called me the other day (and by other day, i mean saturday) and we had a short conversation filled with 'i love you, i miss you,' la di dah, all that nice stuff, and then she said something about how she wants to be just like me, which was the sweetest, especially considering that for years i admired her, and i always thought i sorta looked up to her more and between last year and this, it's been a far more mutual admiration, just this, 'i think you're amazing because you're living in new york city, you have a great job, you're doing so well, i'm so proud of you,' and 'you're doing so well with nate and the job you love and you're so responsible.' it's just really nice. these things make me happy. life makes me happy. these are very upbeat, optimistic blogs these days!

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picture post

'some moments last forever, some flare up in love, love, love'

my goodness that's a cute little (?) cat

free advertising for daddiO. saratoga: perfect from start to finish.

delicious cofffee only comes from my saratoga mug :)

super skinny me

so i watched this special on BBC America the other night entitled 'super skinny me.' the basic premise consisted of taking two mentally/physically/emotionally stable, healthy female reporters and setting a goal for the two of them (size 6-8, probably) to go down to a size 00 in about five weeks using any and all of the crazy diets, fads, exercises, etc out there. sort of taking a real person and putting them on all the extreme measures that celebrities take to get thin quick. these included the watercress soup diet, the cayenne pepper/lemon/maple syrup 'diet' (fast), the protein shake diet (along with 2hours of working out, DAILY), colonics, juice fasts, etc.

reeeeeeally interesting results. both women were miserable. one pretty much cracked, kind of becoming a true anorexic, things from her young adulthood rearing their ugly heads for the first time in years and years. both were seeing a doctor every week to track their 'progress' for lack of a better word and the one was asked to continue seeing the doctor even after the experiment was over (and even after she had been asked to end the experiment early because people were so worried about her.) the other girl, the one who seemed to be a bit more healthy, who was working out excessively and drinking protein shakes all day lost weight really fast, but hated it. she was over-emotional, she couldn't go out, she couldn't do anything, she had nothing to talk about. she lived with her boyfriend and while interviewing him, HE looked miserable too!

people forget that eating disorders affect so much more than just weight. it truly is a lifestyle. you are limited, completely. you don't go out, you don't socialize, you don't have anything to talk about because all you think about is what you aren't eating and how many calories you're burning and how many pounds you've lost and how many you still want to lose. no one wants to hear about that mess.

it was fascinating, really. and i don't care how many times all the celebrities tell us they're not anorexic, that's just the way they eat or something, or whatever they say (victoria beckham, i'm talking to you), it's still anorexia. just a bit glorified.

i'm just glad i surround myself with healthy, strong people now. it's easy to sort of get sucked into that sort of thing, which is precisely why it's so widespread, but let's suck people into the trend of being awesome.

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blogless weekends

it's monday and i'm back to blogging.

again, however, i seem to be at a loss for subjects about which to write. there's the usual humdrum 'i'm listening to some fun music these days,' 'i'm getting my hair trimmed again this wednesday,' 'the gym was kinda' awesome today' jibber jabber, but i don't feel like writing about that, because i have a sneaking suspicion that kind of thing is only interesting (and not even that much) to me.

but i don't want to sit here and analyze why i don't have anything about which to write and make that an entire entry. that's just silly.

the other day i was thinking about my living situation and wondering how others could perceive it. i think i had read someone else's blog or something to that extent to inspire this thinking, but i got kinda involved. because there are so many different ways to perceive my (i think) fantastic situation. there are those who will look at it as 'living in sin.' probably not many of those these days, but i'm sure they exist somewhere. then there are those who look at it as me maybe being dependent on a man. i've never lived alone, really. i mean, i had my own room last year at macon, sans roommate, and i've lived with a french family in an entirely different country and didn't have THAT much interaction with them, really, thus feeling like it was almost my own little space, but i haven't lived alone and i wonder if people look at where i am and feel sorry for me that i haven't had that experience.

i certainly am not sorry. for several reasons, foremost of which is that i'm completely in love with the man with whom i share my living space, but in addition, he's gone until the afternoon, when i've already left for work, so i really feel as though i get that experience of being independent and myself and solo all day long, and then i get to come back home to someone who loves me every night.

so really, the true question is how many people envy me?

and not in a bitchy way, i'm not trying to be like that, but here i was, the other day, thinking this all through, smoking a cigarette and just sort of sitting here, like, wow, i'm very lucky. because i do get the best of both worlds.

i get my share of alone time, which is something i believe is absolutely impossible to live without, and i get my share of lovey time, and i get to feel like i'm part of something. i look around this apartment, and it's beautiful to me, because it's such a representation of US, not me nor him.

i like feeling part of an 'us.' and not in some silly, portrayed on television cheesily kind of way, but a true way, where i just feel so content, always.

even when the two of us are sort of 'off' or 'weird' either physically or emotionally or mentally and even when we get into our silly almost-but-not-even 'fights,' i'm always content, because it's all part of the 'us' that i love so much.

even when i miss caitlin all the way in nyc or i'm still sort of getting over/struggling with the fact that i am becoming a really responsible woman and i'm no longer a crazy college student whose main worry is finishing her senior paper, even when i take that stress out on him, or even when he's tired at the end of the week and doesn't feel like doing anything, i love the process of getting past all of it, and deciding together what to do about everything, be it staying in just snuggling together and being together and being able to comfort each other in a way that no one else can, or going out and having such a fun time, just the two of us, together and having that be not even enough, but surpassing enough...i don't know, this isn't where i expected the blog to go today, but there it is, these things that i've been thinking about as i drive my car to the grocery store, as i make coffee, as i take the dog for a walk, as i run on the treadmill at the gym.

there's definitely more that i wanted to write about today, but i think that was sufficient for one entry.

i'm a very happy girl. living in sin suits me well, thank you.

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disaster

why is music such a disaster these days? or not music, i suppose, but anything mainstream. i am inundated with it whenever the radio comes on or if i just want to have background noise via television. it's especially bad, i believe, in south carolina. at least in lynchburg, we had wnrn.

i give up. iTunes it is.

and no, i'm certainly not one of those 'i'm so into indie music and i will look down on you if you ever listen to anything else ever' kind of people--i have my guilty pleasures, but still. it remains slightly depressing.

side note: check out 'what's a girl to do?' by bat for lashes on youtube. i like. see also 'satisfaction' by benny benassi (a eurotrashy disco-y classic, in my opinion, which, randomly enough, i'm very into right now. i blame it on the gym.)

poor baby garner is kinda sick today. he got into a bunch of garbage yesterday and i think today the coffee grounds got him. in every way you could imagine coffee grounds could affect a dog. the funny thing is, if there were another bag of trash here right now, he would prove that he didn't learn his lesson. he'd go straight for it. he's a good dog, just not particularly intelligent.

another five consecutive shift week. two shifts down and three to go. i have a PDR event tonight, which should be 'pretty straightforward.' it's a nice shift to have in the middle of the week, when i'm not feeling especially personable/bouncy/energetic. in the private dining room, people just want to feel special, get their shit done, get their food, and get out. they don't want to hear me tell stories or explain the menu at length. works for me tonight. especially after an uncharacteristically (but welcomed!) busy night last night.

i need to head to the bank shortly. these are my days. i get things done, i suppose, which is good, and i have plenty of time to just hang, which is nice. but every now and then i feel like i should get another job. the only thing with that is i'm already tired after the one at the end of the night. i can't imagine another. i would never hang out with anyone, ever, i'd just be sleeping whenever i wasn't at work. especially with five shift weeks. i think i'll be okay. i just don't have any particularly good stories. unless they take place at night. but such is my life, really, as it's pretty much always been.

rock lobster!

dee la renta?!

another monday. another afternoon of watching complete shit on television due to nothing else being on and me being far too lazy to do anything but.

today it's 'america's most smartest model' on vh1. i do have a defense though, i watch it for andre. anyone who's watched this show knows who i mean and knows that he's HILARIOUS. soviet!

thanksgiving has come and gone and was fantastic. just lots of family and food and it was warm and fuzzy and yummy all around.

i haven't written in a blog in a while and i don't have much to say, unfortunately. perhaps another one later?

p.s. i'm thankful for all of my friends and family and friends who are family who read this, who don't, who love me, and who i love.

sweetness

oh, and how sweet is THIS??

pb&j

so i'm hanging out, listening to some peter, bjorn, and john. today has been fabulous even with the weather being so very virginia-like and by that i mean completely schizophrenic. it WAS cold this morning, wasn't it? i can barely recall because as i drove back from fresh market (pumpkin pie! $5.99! not doing that one from scratch even though it would probably be simpler. i am an overachiever, a self-challenger, hooray for me) it was definitely 77degrees. 77degreesinthemiddleoffuckingnovemberareyoufuckingkiddingmesouthcarolina?!?!?!?!?

how ridiculous.

i am feeling exceptionally happy with my life today. i'm not sure if it's the upcoming holiday(s), family coming into town, a day off of work, coffee with my dad this morning, feel-good music, an enveloping feeling of love from several different people or probably a combination of all of that, but i'm happy. very very happy.

so i started this blog with something to say, i feel, but i can't seem to remember my orginial intent.

last night was silly at work, just silly people who didn't feel like tipping (if you can't afford to go out to eat, don't go out to eat. just because you feel like you have to scrimp on some things in order to buy your friends and family christmas presents certainly doesn't mean that you have to scrimp on tipping ME, your friendly and lovable and attentive server who, by the by, ALSO needs some money to buy gifts for HER friends and family as she does have those and her life doesn't, contrary to popular belief, revolve around serving YOU.) but it was relatively okay in general, really, and i had fun with my co=workers, which honestly, some nights, is more important. between stephanie's elfing of my bosses and kaitlin's christmas idea, i did have a really good time. so if you skimmed over the parenthetical rant, don't bother going back to read it in more detail, folks.

'roll the credits'=worst song on pb&j album. just skip to 'chills' and put it on repeat.

life is lovely.
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reminiscing

so it's monday. i've been to the gym, i've had a nice big relatively healthy breakfast, and then undone all the good gym stuff by eating two extra dark chocolate lindt truffles. they're extra dark though, which means they're okay. dark chocolate is good for you! or something. right?

and now i'm watching the real world: sydney complete with commentary from coral. remember coral, everybody? she was on the real world about a million years ago and then she was on EVERY SINGLE real world road rules challenge ever. anyway, i actually do like her. she's very funny, plus she has that whole independent, strong, i-am-woman-hear-me-roar thing going on, which in some girls is obnoxious but in her works.

people on the real world are sooooo immature and silly. there needs to be a higher age limit or something, maybe that would help. although i doubt it. everyone gets all crazy with a camera in their face, in general, and i can't imagine how that changes when said camera is turned on 24/7.

i was able to speak with caitlin yesterday, which is always nice and although i don't want to feel like i'm bugging her, i always want to happen more often. every-other-day more often. i miss her. and i'm glad she's doing well in nyc and i'm glad i'm doing well here, but i still miss her. i just wish i could see her more often, that's all, so there are more times like this, just me and my best friends in the world playing around on a random sunday, eating breakfast together and drinking coffee and lounging around watching stupid television shows.

i honestly don't miss school that much, especially since all the fucked-up-ness that's happening there this year, but i do miss my friends being so close by and i miss my 'sister.'

i miss the smallest things, like i always do, and i knew i would. smoking cigarettes on the curlies, 'lost' in the lounge, skipping geography and playing on her computer instead, small road trips to charlottesville, and dollar theatre 'date nights.'

but i am happy here, don't get me wrong. and when i say i wish i had more money, that's pretty much the only reason why--so i can travel and see everyone and make positively SURE we all stay in touch, because it is TOOO easy to lose touch, even with blogs and facebook and myspace and cell phones and skype. all this technology, yet it's sometimes almost easier to lose touch, ignore people, forget people...

i love living here, with nate, with the dog and the cat, with my job, relatively close to some friends and family, i do. but of course there's always people and places i want to visit...i want to go on adventures! and adventures will come some day and i'm pretty damn convinced that in the end, caitlin and i will end up being little old ladies with houses right next door to one another, reminiscing on the back porch in our rocking chairs about how crazy we were back in college and how silly we were for missing each other so much after college, because of course we would end up close to one another, eventually.

in the meantime, i worked my five consecutive shifts last week and survived (!) i work tonight also, but then i have three days off in a row, which is perfect, since family family family is coming in to town!

i've never been so excited for thanksgiving. dad's coming in late tonight. i think tomorrow the two of us are going to maybe go to the gym together and then definitely go do coffee and catch up. he's been up in saratoga since august and the two of us haven't seen each other in a while, although we have been writing letters (yes, real letters) back and forth on a regular basis. but i'm excited to do coffee with him and actually speak with him about all the cool stuff that's happening in saratoga. he seems to be having a really good time. then i guess becca comes in maybe tomorrow or something, and i haven't seen her in about a month, so i'm definitely excited to see her too. then my cousins, aunt, and uncle are coming up from atlanta on wednesday and thanksgiving is thursday!!

thanksgiving is the only holiday, i maintain, that gets better as you get older. well, halloween maybe also. and new years. but that's it. either way, thanksgiving this year is going to be mucho fun. i want to bake an apple pie from scratch. we'll see how that goes. i've been on a bit of a baking spree for about a week now.

i want to go bungee jumping.

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cats v. dogs

cats don't eat the cookies you just baked. cats don't need walks on cold days when you don't feel like going outside. cats don't whine at your cell phone when it rings. cats don't eat nasty stuff from the trash. cats don't eat ibuprofen and make you worry about how bad ibuprofen could possibly be for cats.

but cats don't have those puppy dog eyes and cats don't jump on you when you come home and cats could never protect you if an intruder came in your house or something.

so yes, i'm a cat person, but i also have a fondness for those of the canine persuasion.

le beaujolais nouveau est arrive

wednesday, november 14th. how odd for it to be mid-november, yet 77 degrees outside. it's a lovely day, i'm not sure why i'm spending it indoors. other than the fact that i suppose there's not a whole lot to do outdoors.

i already took garner for a walk, after a small battle involving a rawhide, snarls, and great amounts of frustration. no more rawhide for garner, he turns into mr. hyde. ha ha, rawhide, mr. hyde...

work yesterday was fantastic. again, the three days off previous were perfect. having three days off gives me time to actually miss work, and want to be there, amidst the drama and the laughter, and everything else. i do wish i was off tomorrow, however because...

1) BEAUJOLIAS NOUVEAU PARTY! Gervais and Vine, a wine and tapas bar located in the Vista and a restaurant in the same company as mine is having a Beaujolais Nouveau party tomorrow night, the same night that "Vista Lights" begins. i am slightly obsessed with beaujolais nouveau after mom buying some and cracking it open around thanksgiving a few years ago. to me, beaujolais nouveau represents quite a few things i love: wine, thanksgiving (FOOD), family, and france. so basically, IF i had off tomorrow, or even IF i just got off a little earlier than usual tomorrow, i could go see pretty twinkle lights on Gervais St., drink my special frenchie wine, eat scrumptious frenchie food, be my little frenchie self, even here in the south of...not france, and have fun fun fun.

2) Mackenzie Eddy singing SOLO, also part of the Vista Lights celebration. She's one of about three people I still sort of keep in touch with from high school and she's one of the most incredible singers you'll ever hear in your life and she's performing tomorrow in front of what could become a very large and diverse crowd. i try to sort of keep up with what she's up to, if only to be able to say, 'i knew her when...' but also because she's soooo freaking talented, it's exciting to see where she's headed. i know she was singing as part of a band for a while, but apparently she's doing something toute seule tomorrow. i would love to see her.

BUT alas, i am working. and honestly, if we are kinda slow, which we very well may be, seeing as all the excitement seems to be happening downtown, i can hopefully make it down at some point. there are so few things here that do seem legitimately cool, i like to take part in them. the whig dance parties, cocktails at goatfeathers with fun people, wine tastings, vista lights and beaujolais nouveau parties all fall under the 'legitimately cool' category.

but for now, i'm off to make some coffee and smoke some cigarettes, and get prepared to go to work.

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la di dah

the more i think of it, actually, the better the idea of a blog is. how else are we all expected to keep in touch? i have friends in nyc, oregon, prague, denmark, england, china, france...we all need blogs! i suppose in addition to said blog, we also need fun stories to tell via the blog. that i don't have at the moment, but stories will come, i'm sure.

in the meantime, i'm wasting time before work watching vh1's '40 most awesomely bad dirty songs ever' or something to that extent. it's slightly amusing. it does its job, i suppose. #22--'when i think about you, i touch myself.' yeah, that's only #22!

i've had three days off of work, saturday, sunday, and yesterday. three days off before my five consecutive shift week from hell. not true, i'm sure it'll be fine. i am thankful for having three days off before all of it, though. as much as i love my job, it's still a restaurant and there's still drama and as good as i feel i am about staying out of it, it's still tired and i hate it and it gets old quite rapidly.

so i'm still trying to figure out this whole blog thing...there will be better entries in the future, i promise.

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la premiere...le premier?

megan terry, what can i say? you are an inspiration.

it'll be interesting to see how long this lasts, this blogging thing. at the same time, i feel i need an excuse to practice my writing on a more regular basis and at least for the moment this will satisfy that craving of sorts. plus, i can't seem to find my moleskine.

for those who don't know/do care, a bit of background:



so i'm living down here in the south. the longest i've ever lived here all at once, ever. before, i had only been here the summer before i went to france, so it was more like staying in this one place from may until october. yet here i am, november, and it's actually okay. the weather's gotten more normal because as much as i love sunshine and heat, ninety degrees in mid-october wasn't cutting it.




nate and i are living together in a sweet apartment directly across the street from the wine bar where i serve fairly pretentious (but wealthy!) people fantastic gourmet deliciousness almost every night. i love my job, strangely enough. i thought i would have burnt out by now, but not quite yet. i do, however, need to get my ass in gear and start really studying wine and moving up within the business. i can't be a waitress for the rest of my life. however, i have no problem being a little wine aficianado. a pro wino, if you will. that appeals to me.




nate came with a bit of furry baggage. as did i. we've adopted each other's pets, resulting in a small zoo here at the apartment, with garner the dog and soot the cat. they took a bit to get used to each other but they get along swimmingly and i love having company around when nate's at work during the day. even when it's meowing, eating the trash, slightly hyper/high maintenance company every now and then.



nate teaches sixth grade history at a middle school here and although finding it challenging, definitely also loves it. and he's fantastic at it. and i'm proud of him. to hear more on that, we'll have to convince mr. furr to get his own blog.

so life is lovely, really. i wake up early(ish) almost every morning and head to the gym across the street (i rarely drive--i am saving disgusting amounts of money on gas, i'm sure, it's fabulous), i come back, walk the dog, shower, eat breakfast, hang out, run errands, entertain myself until work which is usually around 4pm. then i work my booty off running around the restaurant all night long and nate walks me back to the apartment...there's a nice sense of routine, but also opportunities for other stuff. saving all the money on gas means there's more for date nights and going out in general, maybe road trips in the near future, and sometimes (although rarely) shopping!

so there you have it. my first blog. feedback always welcome, of course. otherwise, the blog will probably wither away and die. like a plant.

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