Monthly Archives: November 2010

Hey there, Delilah!

So this is Delilah.  She is a 2011 Subaru Forester 2.5X Limited…and I bought her.  And I love her.

With big purchases, though, comes a sickness.  It’s not an addiction to new things, or better things.  It’s a sickness that settles deep in your stomach, makes you wake up in the middle of the night with your heart pounding.  It makes you afraid.

Let me set up my situation for you…

I’m DAMN lucky to have this job.  And it’s a job I love and that I look forward to going to every day.  And it’s a job that pays me better than I EVER would have expected for my first real job.  So understand, please, that I am stable here.

Now, I live alone in an apartment complex (not ideal, but good).  I have incredible parents that still pay my cell bill (awesome, I know) and who happen to “want a newer model” of something so that they can give my brother or me the old one (so we don’t have to buy it).  Hence, my microwave…dishes…silverware…etc.

And I’m doing really well.

Now, Leon the Neon was dying quickly.  And she’s been a good car, but I’ve always resented her.  You see, my ex-boyfriend when I was 18 pushed me hard to get a Dodge…and only a Dodge…and he made it seem like he may not love me anymore if I did anything else.  First clue to run, right?  Nope.  I bought that Dodge–a Neon because it was the only thing I could afford.

But she had electrical problems (it’s still a she, even if her name was Leon), and the shifting was getting rough…and there was something with the radiator back in NC.  And she is 7 years old with 89,000 miles on her.  For the past three years, she’s been driven hard from Ohio to North Carolina to Pennsylvania and everywhere in between.  I couldn’t expect her to last much longer.

So after a GREAT Thanksgiving with Mike and my family, I bought Delilah on Black Friday (good sales across the board!) and Mike and I went to the Browns game on Sunday.

In fact, here we are.  And we had a blast.  My company CEO is kind enough to have 8 season tickets in the Dawg Pound for Cleveland Browns home games, and I got to take Mike.  We sat with co-workers and had a great time.

And I have to tell you that the sickness set in soon after that.  In more ways than one.  First off, I felt feverish as hell, so we stopped and bought some Motrin and Vitamin C.

Second, I looked at my student loan bills.  BIG mistake.  They say you’re never prepared for anything financially unless you’re Bruce Willis.

And no matter how many times my mother so kindly breaks down my monthly earnings as opposed to my monthly bills for me, my stomach still flipflops.  I can say 100 times that I wouldn’t have bought Delilah if I’d thought this through, but that’s a lie.  For the next 20 years, my student loans own my soul.  And Leon wouldn’t have lasted 20 years.

So this Cyber Monday after Thanksgiving, I am thankful that I have a job that allows me to pay said student loans, live on my own, and drive my dream car.  And I am thankful that I have a CEO who hands out Browns tickets like they’re candy.  For my Columbia jacket which kept me SUPER warm.  For my Dad who scares car salesmen into giving me the right price.  For my mom who will run the numbers as many times as I need her to in order to kill the feeling in my stomach.  For Mike, who hasn’t killed me yet, and who got me Motrin.  To all of you.  I love you.


Posted by on November 29, 2010 in Uncategorized


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Obsession Part 2

I said adults should make a point to be more obsessed with things.


I choose owls.


Posted by on November 24, 2010 in Daily Happenings, When I Was Young




Is this a foreign concept to everyone outside of Fremont, Ohio?

Every Wednesday before Thanksgiving, it is tradition to go to the bar–the Depot to be more specific.  And we call it Drunksgiving.

Everyone is home, you know?  Everyone you went to high school and junior high and elementary school with.  They’re all home.  And they’re all at the Depot, and they’re all drunk and in good spirits.  It’s a great time.  When you don’t live in your hometown anymore, it’s nice to be able to go to one place–one crowded, sweaty, smokey, wonderful place–and see the people you haven’t seen all year.

It’s nice to catch up.  But you always run the risk of seeing someone you really didn’t want to see.

Let’s just hope that happens AFTER you’ve had a few.

Happy Drunksgiving, everyone!


Posted by on November 24, 2010 in Daily Happenings


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Obsession: The Lost Art

‘Like OMG, the BSB were on the AMAs and OMG DID YOU SEE THEM!?”

At one point, I would have spoken like this and not thought a thing about it.

It seems that obsession is expected of you when you’re in junior high and high school.  But once you graduate, damnit, the only thing you better be obsessed about is being an adult.  I think that’s crap.

Don’t you remember the complete and utter joy of having something you loved so much?  I don’t remember EVER being bored as long as the Backstreet Boys were around.  I spent time between classes writing stories in a weathered notebook to my friend, Caitie (who was also obsessed).  We watched TRL on the phone together every day after school so we could see if the Backstreet Boys had come in at #1 to pound their rival N*Sync into the ground.  My walls were plastered.  I spent thousands in junk I’ll never use again.

But I had fun.

Now it seems that the only thing you can get obsessed with is sports…which I understand.  But it’s the same concept.  You have something to look forward to, to talk to people about at the water cooler, to rejoice in and to mourn.  It’s something to preoccupy you that you enjoy.  We just don’t have that anymore.

This is why I still get silly and obsess over things.  I miss that joy.  I miss collecting things.  I miss looking forward to seeing the BSB on TV, or that rush I felt when Caitie and I first bought tickets to a show.

And to be able to trick yourself into thinking that someday, you’d actually meet Nick and Brian, and that they would fall madly in love with you, and that they’d whisk you away to Florida or Kentucky and give you the life you always dreamt about.

Maybe it’s because we lose our innocence.  But isn’t it still fun to dream?  I think adults ought to make a point to be obsessed with more things.  I really do.

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Posted by on November 23, 2010 in Daily Happenings, When I Was Young



A Domestic Interlude: Ain’t I a Woman?

I may not be a domestic goddess, but I am a woman.  I am a woman who wants to get married.  And I am a woman wants to start having children yesterday.

I’m in a tough place right now.  My senior year of undergrad (2006-2007) and the summer after, all my girlfriends that I graduated with got engaged.  And I went to grad school.  Now, I was happy for them.  I knew that there were going to be nights of bridesmaid dresses and bubbling champagne.  I knew that there was going to be dancing, and that we’d all get to get together and party like we did when we first met.  Weddings were like mini-college reunions, and I looked forward to them.

Aimee married Chris.  Kay married Matt.  Rachel married Matt (different Matt, don’t worry).  Barbs married Robert.

I won’t lie.  I was jealous.  I love them all to death, and I am incredibly happy that they are happy.  But there’s something in me that is primitively jealous.

During my undergrad, we picked up a couple extra girls in our group; they are two years younger, and graduated in 2009.  My lovely little freshmen (as they will always be called) are both in pretty serious relationships.  Heidi will probably be engaged around Christmas.  Jessica’s boyfriend has already asked her father’s permission, and she is researching reception halls.

And my jealousy returns, but this time with a tinge of embarrassment.  I’m two years older…about to turn 26…  The first round of my friends are celebrating their second and third anniversaries.  My second round of friends are getting ready to be married.  And the babies are coming, by the dozen, and they invade the photo page of my Facebook…

And me?  I am living in Brunswick, doing my job (which I still freaking love by the way), and thinking about buying a new car.

What am I doing wrong?  Why hasn’t this happened yet?

And I have to be a little grateful that it hasn’t…because anyone before Mike would have made for a disastrous husband for me(sorry if any of you read this).  Mike is incredible.  🙂  Maybe that’s why I haven’t gotten there yet.  I was waiting to find him.

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Posted by on November 22, 2010 in Uncategorized




Tonight I switched purses. And I think it must be no coincidence that a $5 poker chip fell out when it did…

Am I gambling?

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Posted by on November 18, 2010 in Daily Happenings



Guilt-Free 3

Day # Whatever:  Who is in your Guilt-Free 3?

I first heard about this concept from John and Hank Green, the VlogBrothers on Youtube.   Watch this before you go any further…

Besides the facts that Helen Hunt is amazing, Hank did an entire song avoiding the C-word that rhymes with Hunt, and the song gets stuck in my head for days, there is an incredible concept brought to the table.

The Guilt-Free 3

First off, what the hell is it?  The Guilt-Free 3 is a group of three celebrities (in any realm) that you may have a purely physical encounter with and your significant other must forgive you.

I’ll tell you, first, who is in my Guilt-Free 3, and then explain the intricate details of how the situation works (it will be rated PG, you sickos.)

Currently, my Guilt-Free 3 includes:

Josh Holloway–more commonly known as Sawyer from LOST.

Geoff Stults–October Road and the short-lived Happy Town.

Travis Fimmel–CK model…and in a WB show called Tarzan for a minute.

I do not feel the need to explain my attraction to these men.  But today, these are my Guilt-Free 3.

Now for the example:  If I happen to run into Josh Holloway, whether it be on an island, or his car happens to break down in front of my apartment, and his cell phone is dead, and I just happen to be walking by, I am entitled to do whatever I want with him…as long as I don’t get emotionally involved.  The beauty of the Guilt-Free 3 is that there is no guilt.  So you can have a primal encounter with these men, and not feel bad about it.

And Mike would have to forgive me.


So I ask you now.  Who is in your Guilt-Free 3?



Posted by on November 18, 2010 in Desert Island


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