Thursday, March 27, 2008

New Pictures

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

The Fully Developed Brain

I just read that the part of the brain that is responsible for judgment is not fully developed until the age of 25. Does that mean I've only been making good decision for three years? I hope not.
I haven't made too many bad decisions, I've jumped into a decision quickly and have had to deal with the consequences. However, I wouldn't say the decision and of itself was a bad one.

For example, I thought after undergrad. I wanted to go straight to grad. school to get my teaching license. I got into the best school in NJ, MSU, but as soon as I started classes I absolutely hated it. I hated the attitude of my fellow students, I hated that I could never find a parking space. I hated all the red-tape that goes along with attending a large public university. So, two weeks later, I dropped out.

Since I didn't have a job at the time, I had to find one and quick so I entered retail for three longish years. I justified it at the time because I re-enrolled in grad. school this time for English and was much happier. I met a great group of people at work and school. The time literally flew by, my mid-20s were a blur.

Now, at the mid-end of my 20s, I'm putting roots down, as my mother says. I'm trying to buy my first place. It's just the right size for me and it needs a little sprucing up. It's not exactly a handy-man's special but it could use some cosmetic changes. I plan using my best judgement about how to renovate this place to build equity but also make it my own. If I was making a bad choice, I'd probably plan on a LOT more painting than the accent walls I plan. I do have to exercise caution in the kitchen. I'm so excited to actually have my own kitchen, while it's a galley it's all mine!

The other part of my life that has seen a change in judgement is my approach to dating. When I was younger, I put myself in a lot of situations to get asked out. Now I'm always going from here to there and just am unaware of who I'd be interested in now. That's not to say I'm not open to having a relationship, quite the contrary. I'd love to have someone significant in my life who's not a blood relative. Maybe after all the boxes are unpacked this summer, someone will show up at the train station or in the line at the grocery store, who knows!

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Seriously?

I know this cliche phrase is so last year from "Grey's" but it perfectly suits my present state of mind. In the matter of 19 days, I've switched jobs, changed my commute back to the train and I'm under contract for a condo. And oh yeah, I've still got my night job, so it's three 12-13 hour days three days a week. Am I nuts? Yeah. Is is going to be worth it, good grief I hope so.
My parent's attic is getting full of stuff, mostly kitchen things, since I think in another life I was Julia Child. I've got paint colors and matching fabric picked out. Now I'm just waiting for the closing date to arrive. It was originally suppose to be at the month's end. Thank goodness, in retrospect, that the Seller changed his mind. My agent's a little worried he might change it again, I hope not. I've got paint chips on the line baby!

My sister's old room is full of packed boxes.
Yes in a moment of madness, or perhaps genius, I packed all my stuff up that I don't use every day. For me that means...books! lots of 'em. I recycled a bunch in a fit of "well now that I'm not going to grad. school" and sold a couple as well online. I've decided to upgrade to a big girl bed, finally! The jury's still out whether I need a big dresser because the closet's are H U G E. I just hope the seller cleans up a little bit. When I went in over the weekend for the inspection, it was yucky. I'm going to have to hire someone to pre-clean I suspect.

Ironically the only thing that hasn't changed in my dating life. I joke that I gave up dating for the season of Lent, even though I don't really practice that in my religious life. Seriously though the guy I was nuts for has turned into a dead end. He can't be bothered to even make plans with me until a few hours before. I finally said no when he called about doing something during the week. That's almost never a good idea for me because I have a long day of work every week. Anyway, he's only as good as his word, right? And since he's fairly uncommunicative, I'd say his chances are getting slimmer the closer I get to the weekend.