Post Grad Activities

Like a good college alumnae I went to homecoming this year. In true late bloomer fashion and not-so surprisingly, this was my first time showing my face at a post graduate activity. Being away from Nashville for the last 4 1/2 years, I was just never dedicated enough or had enough money to travel for these types of events. But this year I put on red and blue grabbed my foam paw and went to homecoming to cheer on my alma mater’s basketball team!

 

I have to say being back on campus was a strange experience. So many things have changed yet some things were eerily exactly the same. This time instead of sitting in the student section I found myself on the opposite side of the arena. Instead standing the whole game behind Fratty McFratster, I was sitting behind my first year seminar teacher. The difference between the two sides of the arena couldn’t be on further ends of the spectrum. The student side is loud, feisty, and crowded. The other side of the arena was calm and had a refined sense of excitement. Not to mention comfortable. We weren’t packed in like sardines. To be honest, I think I kind of liked this side better. I could sit down and enjoy the game. Plus I didn’t leave hoarse with achy feet and back. Heck, I’m old now, I can’t hang like I used too 😉 !

While this atmosphere of homecoming was different some things were perfectly similar. One might call it traditional. It just a nostalgic feeling that brings joyful memories of being happy together! Only the cool schools stop in the middle of the game and start singing the Turtles.

 

Overall, i must say I had an enjoyable experience at my first event as a post grad. Have any of you gone back to participate in any events at your alma mater? What are some of your favorites?

Where I Am vs Where I Thought I Would Be

As a kid reaching age 27 seemed like light-years away. I had all these ideas on what being 27 would be like. I can remember playing with my imaginary friends (#onlychildproblems) pretending to be a grown up who was slowing approaching 30. At the time, I thought this age would be magical. And honestly I must say its really not THAT bad, but its far from what I imagined.

You see 10 year old me thought:

I’d be a famous singer
Reality: I work for an insurance company
 
I’d be married
Reality: Not even close
 
I’d have 2 kids
Reality: (see above)
 
I’d own a 2 story home
Reality: I live in a house (Does that count?)
 
I’d live in Florida (Don’t judge me, I wanted to live close to the Backstreet Boys and Disney World)
Reality: I live in Tennessee (PS You couldn’t pay me to live Florida.. no offense Floridians)
 
I’d drive a Camaro
Reality: I drive a Kia
 
I’d have great friends
Reality: Well I guess some things do come true!
 
As a kid, where did you think you’d be at your current age?
 
 

Pretending to Be a Grown-Up Made Me a Bad Blogger

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First, let me say I’m sorry. I have taken quite a long hiatus from this blog. Honestly, life just got in the way. No one ever told me that once I have a legitimate job I would never do anything besides work, eat, sleep, and pay bills. Seriously, these last 6-ish months pretending to be a grown up made me a bad blogger.

Not only did I miss my 1 year anniversary, I also missed my readers. Though there may only be a few of y’all- you kept me encouraged to keep going. Sorry I abandoned you… but I’m here now!

So let’s play catch up for a moment:

  • I moved to Nashville
  • I started a new job
  • I love it but I work close to 50+ hours a week
  • I still don’t have a social life
  • I’m even closer to 30

As you see not much has changed. But I plan to change that in 2015. This is my year! Sure I said that last year, but this year I’ll try a little harder. It’s the effort that counts, right?

The Fear of Growing Up

For the past few years I’ve been longing to reach new milestones. To me, reaching these new chapters would mean that I was growing up. I would finally be growing into an adult. I dreamed about getting an awesome job, moving out of my parents house, and becoming completely independent. In my mind, once I achieved these goals and entered into this new chapter of life, I would feel this overwhelming joy and I would be happy.

In just a few days, I will be starting that awesome job, moving out of my parents house, and starting my journey of being an independent adult. Becoming an adult means I have no choice but to take risk. I have no choice but to independently make life changing decisions on my own. Although I know my parents will still support me, it is now all up to me to take care of myself. I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time now. I’m excited, but I’m also scared out of my mind.

As I prepare to make this move, I have felt every emotion possible. I’m super excited to be starting this new job and seeing my friends in Nashville, but I am also sad to be leaving my friends and family in Houston. I’m scared about the unknown, optimistic about the future, yet fearful of growing up.

I know that the gamut of emotions I have been feeling lately are just growing pains, and all pain eventually subsides. This new chapter isn’t scary, its just different. Its change. Change can be a lot to handle but eventually change becomes the norm.

 

The Ultimate Guide to Packing For a Big Move

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Packing is a tedious process that requires master organization. Whether its for a trip or for a big move, packing is something absolutely NO ONE enjoys; me being at the top of that list. Considering that in the last 8 years I have moved 6 times, one would think I obviously enjoy it, but packing still gives me the blues. However, over the year I have learned to appreciate a properly packed box and gained tons of valuable knowledge on the subject of packing.

Since sharing is caring, today I am going to share with you all some of my packing tips

The Ultimate Guide to Packing For a Big Move

General Tips

  • Aim for a maximum weight of 50 pounds per box to make it easier to handle.
  • Make sure boxes are firmly packed to avoid rattling or having the boxes bend inward.
  • Layer boxes with the heaviest items on the bottom and the lightest on top.
  • Try to avoid mixing items from different rooms in the same box
  • Boxes should always be sealed with packing tape, avoid interlock moving box tops.
  • Label every box with specific room it belong in and list its contents on the side

Fragile Items

  • Wrap fine china, crystal, glass and delicate items individually in tissue paper or bubble wrap. Try to avoid newspaper because the ink can stain items
  • Use towels or lightweight blankets to wrap larger delicate items such as mirrors
  • Wrap all artwork in paper or bubble wrap. Do not place in boxes with any other sharp items to avoid possible tears in art.
  • Cushion boxes with crushed paper, towels or blankets to help avoid fragile items from shifting
  • Label boxes “FRAGILE” and “ THIS SIDE UP”

Dishes

  • Layer large flat dishes such as plates and platters on the bottom of the boxes. Proceed to fill box according to size and shape. Place all flat items on the lower level with objects like bowls on top.
  • Use cell pack box dividers when packing glassware. Place wrapped glasses in each cubby. Glasses can be stacked inside one another, if necessary.
  • When packing flatware sort all like items and place into Ziploc bags or wrap the bundle in paper then tape to secure
  • An easy and safe way to pack knives, is to place them in a small container before placing in boxes. Use a container that cannot be easily punctured. Make sure all knife points are facing the same direction and the lid of the container is secured with tape.

Electronics/ Appliances

  • Remove batteries from appliances before packing.
  • Place all components in the same container with electronic item
  • If still available pack all electronics in their original boxes.
  • Wind all electrical cords and chargers then fasten so the will not tangle
  • Wrap TVs and monitors in large blankets or quilted furniture pads then secure it with tape
  • Empty liquids from small appliances like irons, steamers and coffee pots

Clothing/ Bedding

  • Use wardrobe boxes and suitcases to pack clothing items
  • Pack your out-of-season and used infrequently items first.
  • In order to save space, it’s ok leave blankets, sweaters, towels and similar lightweight materials in dresser drawers.

Happy Packing!

Big Girl Job

Your first “Big Girl Job” is a rite of passage. It’s the start of a new beginning. The start of legitimacy. This is the job that is going to shape your career. As you walked across the graduation stage this job is exactly what was on your mind. You are excited to send out applications and honored to be called in for an interview. Some of us get the ever so revered job right away while others spend time trying to find the right path. The process of obtaining your Big Girl Job can be stressful, discouraging, and disheartening but it is so worth it when you finally get it. You are so excited to start the beginning of your future you can’t wait to tell everyone about your awesome new opportunity!

SO…

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Guest Post: The Night I Thought He Would Ask for My Number

Hello! I am so thrilled to be a guest blogger on Trice’s site.  I really enjoy Trice’s blog. It is very comical and relevant for us awkward girls.  I’ve known Trice since middle school and ever since then, we hit it off.  We are kindred spirits; I’m just a little more outspoken and daring from time to time. Anyways, like Trice, I have had my share of awkward encounters in the 26 years of my life. One being last night. . . . .

Occasion: Friend’s birthday kick back (house party)

Case: It was a nice little shindig full of people I didn’t know. I only knew 2 people, my close friend and the birthday girl. It was a great setting. So after a mean game of taboo and a few people left,   I was sitting with my close friend and she began to speak with a guy (very attractive might I add) who seemed like he was trying to leave but stayed to answer the questions. After she sparked up a Q&A, she so conveniently walked away while turning and winking at me.  She left us in the corner alone as he was standing looking around in front of me and I am sitting there thinking….. A W K W A R D ….  So you know what I do? I do what seems to be natural; I play cool and start asking him questions based off of what he told my friend. And then we began to have a nice conversation learning that there’s a common thing we share… the Love for the Lord. I asked him if he wanted to sit and he did. As I am talking to him, the whole time I am thinking, surely this man will ask for my number by the end of the night. He is pretty interesting and he seemed like he was interested in me…or was he?

The problem: After an hour or so, I start to scramble around the apartment to get my purse and say my goodbyes. I go back to where I was sitting and begin to dig through my purse to find my keys…The guy pulls out his keys as if he was leaving too. My close friend started to get ready as well because she was going to walk out to her car. At this point, I feel like things are going in slow motion. I pick up my purse after I find my keys and I look at him and he looks at me…and there is this long pause…so I shake his hand and I let him know it was nice to have met.  I turn toward the door and I am like what just happened? Again I say, A.W.K.W.A.R.D… this ending is not what I had in mind.

Walking out to the car I am baffled. My friend asks if I liked him, and I tell her yea but he didn’t ask for my number.  She then ends with “men are so slow.”

Okay I know what you are thinking…..why didn’t I ask for his number? Look, I know we are in a new era where women are doing the same thing men are doing (and sometimes better) and we are liberated and DOING IT honey, but you see, I am not that type of girl who will ask a man for his number. For my Martin fans, in my Sheneneh Jenkins’ voice “I’m a Lady.” I am pretty old fashion when it comes to dating…the guy will have to pursue and initiate things with me. I believe now that we have this new system of thinking, we are producing weaker men who don’t hunt any longer. Why should they?  Women are doing it for them.  So men have become immune to this new societal standard where women pursue and take the lead. Now I am not accusing said guy but could my thesis be a possibility? Or could it be that he really just wasn’t interested in me and I jumped to conclusions with this one. Either way, I still have the funny memory of the night I thought he would ask for my number.

Have you ever thought a guy would ask for your number but didn’t? Share your experience in the comments.

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