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My Revival as a Housegirlfriend! aka MIKE GOT A JOB!

It’s true!  It’s finally true!  In the midst of all the terrible things that happened last week, there was a glimmer of light.  My boyfriend got a job in OHIO, where we can finally be together.

For those of you not keeping track, THIS IS HUGE.  We spent a year and a half apart while I was in North Carolina and he was in Pennsylvania.  I lived with him for five months after grad school, then got my job in Ohio.  I’ve been here for over a year and eight months.

WE ARE GOING TO BE TOGETHER.

This can actually happen!

I need to learn to cook!  I’ll have to make room!  And we’ll get to kiss when we want to kiss!

This is by far one of the best things that could have happened.  I cried when I found out and I couldn’t take my eyes off of him.  He’s going to be with me, and that’s all I’ve wanted over these past three years minus those five glorious months that we were together.

I don’t know what else I could write in this post to convey my happiness…  So there it is!

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Posted by on June 11, 2012 in Daily Happenings, Domesticity

 

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Double Rainbows and Answered Prayers

It was a rough couple of days.  I went back to Pennsylvania for Mike’s uncle’s wake and funeral.  There were a lot of tears and sadness…  We can only pray now for healing.

Before I left, the family was smiling.  That felt good.  And something else wonderful happened – details to follow.

On the way home, I saw a double rainbow.

 
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Posted by on June 7, 2012 in Daily Happenings

 

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The Case of the Missing Cardinals

I was a lil nervous.  I hadn’t seen a cardinal in a really long time, and if you’ll remember, I believe my late Uncle Grandma comes around me in the form of a cardinal.  After Mike interviewed for a job here, she disappeared.  Of course I wanted to think (and still think) that she was doing work.  I think she must have been pulling magical strings trying to get my darling boyfriend to me.

But I got nervous.  The fact that she came around was the only thing that calmed me from my panic attacks.  So when she quit coming around, I started looking for reasons.

I’m glad to say that the streak is over.  I was on a run yesterday in Fremont, and the wind was ridiculous and it was muggy and I felt like crap.  I didn’t want to go any further.  I got to the point in my track where I could take a shortcut back home…but as I went to turn, I heard the chirping.  I turned, and against the bark of a maple standing on a branch was the most brilliant red cardinal.  BRILLIANT.

I’m going to say it’s safe to assume that she was telling me not to give up on my run, or on the fact that Mike will get here.  So I took the long way on the trail and saw two more cardinals along the way.

I tried to take a picture, but she kept fluttering away.  I guess it’s not something you can capture by hand or by film…but I feel better.

So I’ll pray this week that Mike hears back and that Uncle Grandma’s absence was warranted.

 
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Posted by on April 16, 2012 in Daily Happenings

 

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Sexy Occupations

Mapper – Maybe I’m a little biased, and sure, maybe Mike is the only mapper I’ve ever really known, but MAPPING IS SEXY!  Maybe it’s because I think that the land is sexy, but a man who has direction and never makes you worry about being lost.  Someone who can tell you what that rock formation is called, that right there is where the glaciers stopped coming down in the Ice Age.  Someone who can judge distance, and someone who has a bigger picture in mind than just what they’re looking at.  It’s sexy when a man is interested in the location of things, how they lie, and when they point out a shape in nature that mirrors the shape of a woman’s body…

Landscaper  – Like I said, land is sexy.  And when you’re trying to make the land more beautiful, you get more sexy points!  And if you’re working in the dirt, you’re probably getting a little warm.  And if you’re getting warm, well, you’re probably shiny with sweat.  And shiny sweaty dirty (in terms of actual dirt) men are darn near my favorite type of men.  Plus, he can bring home extra flowers.  And what woman doesn’t love that?  And I hate to sound hippyish, but it’s pretty freaking cool to watch a guy commune with nature.  Oh, and I forgot to mention that landscapers are outside a lot, so they’re tan.  BONUS!

Mechanic – Anyone else noticing a trend here?  Mechanics work with their hands.  They get grimy and sweat (am I gross for liking this?).  They FIX things.  That’s what I like.  I like when men can fix things.  When they can do something with their hands and the results are visible.  I love love love that.  And I’m hyper-aware of the noises my car makes, so if I can say, “Hey, it sounded like this,” and then make some onomatopoetic noise and the man knows what’s wrong, well.  Dang.  Anyone who is that in tune with a machine deserves sexy points.

Musician – Lucky for me, Mike can also play guitar.  Call me pervy, but it’s pretty sexual watching a man play an instrument.  It’s kind of like the mechanic-that musician knows that guitar, or piano, or drum set better than he probably knows himself.  And the care they take the play it, to learn it, to make it wail.  Rawr.

What do you like to watch men do?


 
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Posted by on May 6, 2011 in Daily Happenings

 

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MIA

I’m still here, all.  Do not worry.  And no, it wasn’t the housework that was keeping me away all that time.  But instead of boring you with a picture of my calendar…wait.  Can I do that?  No no, it would be so pathetic.  To make a long story short, I’ve been creating fiction with myself about this housegirlfriend thing.  Have no fear;  Mike still loves me, and I him.  We are in love.  There is love flowing from the apartment above the antique shop.  No fears.

But this housegirlfriend thing just isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.  If you’ll remember, I talked a little about the panic attacks I’ve been having.  I’ve realized something.  It’s because I spend TOO MUCH TIME with myself.  I feel bad for my college roommate, Kay, as she spent this much time with me, too.  Mike gets an 8-hour a day break.  I’m obnoxious!  I drive myself crazy (tell me you didn’t think of N’Sync, teenyboppers), and it got to the point where I was able to talk myself out of it.  So no more sweaty runs, except for the sake of sweating.  Oh, and losing pudge.  🙂

I am obnoxious, though.  I mean, I overthink everything.  Irrationally.  Like…okay.  I got a scratch on my leg, probably from rummaging about on the bike trail chasing that adorable chipmunk, or hunting down that cardinal I heard.  I honestly do not know.  But I was so sure an axe murderer was in my room at night, running his hooked hand up my leg and giving me these scratches.  And did you know I like to eat frozen semi-sweet chocolate chips out of the freezer at night?  Well, I do.  And I went through about twelve bottles of wine in a month.  Maybe that’s not so bad?  Glass a night?  On average?  Alcoholic?  Whatever.  Don’t judge me.

So Mike looks at me one night, frazzled, in ratty sweatpants and a glass of wine in hand (me, not him) and says, “Why don’t we go to the mall and see if you can at least get a part time job, you know, just to keep you from losing your mind here all day?”  A novel idea!  So we drove to the Cranberry Township mall, and I grabbed an application from every store.  Remember, this is a small town, so I drove away with maybe ten applications.

Aaaaand…are you ready for this?  I got a job.  I HAVE A JOB!  Now mind you, this is not something I want to do for the rest of my life by any means, and this is not something I think will turn into anything more.  It is a job simply to give me something to do.  It’s the type of job that this housegirlfriend would get once she was a housewife, and her children were in school at least all day, and the charm of bonbons, soap operas, and sleeping late wore off.  I wear an orange apron.  I smell pretty.  And I work at Bath and Body Works!  I’ve never worked retail and they’re letting me come in as a manager, so that’s pretty exciting.  And after one face-to-face interview, and two over the phone while I was bustling around Ohio from Mansfield to Fremont to Columbus, back to Fremont, I got a job.  So woot!  And that’s pretty good, because they didn’t call me till yesterday, and I spent all weekend buying clothes that fit the uniform…sooo.  🙂  SHOPPING!

And so this is what I’ve realized from this:  Being a housegirlfriend is fun, and I love having Mike’s lunch ready for him when he comes home, and I love working out when I want to, and pajamas all day, and frozen freaking chocolate chips, but one begins to feel useless.  Herein lies the problem of the ’50s housewife.  There’s no point of a housewife, if there are not housechildren.  I mean, kids.  And seeing as I am traditional (pfff) and don’t want children until after I’m married, those children aren’t coming until I am a housewife.  So housegirlfriend…well, does housegirlfriend really exist?  I took care of myself and inanimate objects…and Mike sometimes.  But for the most part, and I hate to say this, there is no point in being a housegirlfriend.

I felt guilty, really.  Because Mike pretty much funded everything.  And I didn’t get to take care of anything.  Now, if I had to have one kid to soccer and one to ballet and had to get them ready from school and buy Almond Milk for the lactose intolerant one, that would be a different story.  But I don’t.  I have to wake up, work out, and make sure my day goes quick enough that I don’t drive myself insane between periods of Mike.  So I got a job.

Job.  That word is frustrating in itself, and that’s part of why I was in Ohio for a week doing interviews over the phone.  I’m damn lucky enough to have made friends with my professors from Ashland and from UNCW.  My professor Mike, not to be confused with live-in boyfriend Mike, now works at OSU-Mansfield, and introduced me to an incredibly helpful resource named Norman, who assured me my life and my decisions weren’t a complete waste of time, and that I had potential beyond a housegirlfriend, even if it meant working at Bath and Body Works until I can find a job in higher education, which is truly my dream.  That last sentence is in past tense, simply because today is one of those days that feels like I’ll never make it out of housegirlfriend.

And on Friday, I drove to Columbus, more specifically Pickerington, Ohio, to meet with a woman with whom my mother’s boss recommended I meet with.  She is an incredible grant writer, and someone to surely look up to.  Problem is…I’m not competitive enough to write grants full time.  I’m just not into tiny deadlines and playing bad cop.  I’d love to be on a team sometime…just not heading it up.  I feel more schooled in grant writing, and that’s exciting because who doesn’t want someone who can write a grant?  And thanks for this woman for her innumerable helpful documents and immeasurable expertise.

So this is what I learned:  right now, with this economy, and with an English degree, it’s all about networking.  So I intend to network.  And I intend to send out pieces to be published, and to continue to apply to jobs in higher education.

Because let’s be honest:  until I have a bun in the oven, there is no point in being a housegirlfriend.  Speaking of which, my homemade pizza is done.

Bath and Body tomorrow.  🙂  I GET TO TALK TO PEOPLE!

 
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Posted by on August 24, 2010 in Daily Happenings

 

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