Just call me the pet whisperer

I miss my Savannah people. I'm pretty attached to them. I have yet to reconnect with anyone back home. That's mostly my fault. I'm not even sure who still lives here anymore. So, since I have no social life anymore, I've taken to talking to my pets. I know, its super weird. Its gone beyond the occasional comment here and there. I'm having conversations with them in voices that human beings would commit me for. And singing them songs. Not even real songs, just crap I make up off the top of my head. What is my life?
The only human I talk to most days is my awesome boyfriend. But guess where he is? Yep. Savannah. I talk to my parents too, but they're usually at work all day because that's what grown ups do. Necessity is the mother of talking to animals.
I need some people friends. Either that, or learn how to speak Cattish and Dogonese. Maybe they offer those classes somewhere.
I've submitted my application for substitute teaching. Now I wait. And wait. And get cabin fever. And wait some more. I told you before, my life isn't riveting.

If something exciting happens, I'll be sure to let you know.

There's still hope for email forwards.

Since I've been home, I've become my mom and dad's personal chef. It's a pretty sweet gig, I must admit. Especially when they say, "Just make whatever you want". SCORE! I love cooking, and more than that, I love feeding people. So all around this is pretty nice. And the space I have in this kitchen is much more than what I had in my old apartment. I swear it was like cooking in a shoebox. I learned how to use minimal counter space when making a full meal. Add that to my list of skills on my application.

Now the reason for this post-

As I was rifling through the bottom of the freezer looking for the shrimp I need to thaw for dinner, I found this long forgotten and much needed list on the fridge. It was cleverly hiding behind a Papa John's coupon. Its one of those email forwards where the sender swears only 7% of people will take the time to read. The email claims it is a list of life lessons a 90 year old woman wrote. Regardless of the truth of the origins (am I so jaded that I can't trust the origins of an email forward that has passed through millions of junk mail boxes? Yes, apparently I am.) the actual list rings pretty true. I thought I would list some that stuck out to me.

1. Life isn't fair, but it's still good.
     Oh how true it is! I feel like this is my mantra. In my own words, Life sucks but God is good. Things happen for a reason!

4. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends and parents will. Stay in touch.
     Precisely why I'm home and writing to you now. If I had tried to make it this far without my family and close friends, I would have quit the first time I fell on my face. When I see someone who's life has been overcome by work, I think about this and I hope they figure it out before its too late. If I ever become that person, someone please give me a wake up call.

10. When it comes to chocolate, resistance is futile.
     Need I say more?

20. When it comes to going after what you love in life, don't take no for an answer.
     I graduated with my bachelor's in Theatre. I fully intend to be an actor. This should be every actor's mantra.

32. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.
    It makes me laugh because its true! We should laugh at ourselves more often.

34. God loves you because of who God is, not because of anything you did or didn't do.
     God loves you regardless of what you do. If the creator of life can love us and our imperfect selves, we should be able to love people more like that. Love them anyway.


If we lived a little more this way, life would be a little easier. Isn't it worth it? Sure, just because someone offers us a little advice on things they've learned over the years doesn't mean that we won't run into our own snags. Life would be no fun if it were that way! We are here to learn and love. So even though I'd rather be back in Savannah, I'm going to make the best of being at home.
Life after college....? Let's see what we can do.

Let's be real

So I'm not really so pessimistic to think that my life sucks. I know my life is lacking in the suck department and I'm actually a pretty upbeat and positive girl. But let's be real, no one tells you that once you graduate college, things start to fall apart. Sure, the tell you, "Oh, now it's time to join the real world!" and "Since you've graduated you get to be a working stiff like me!" but they never say, "College is going to beat you to a pulp and once you finally graduate, you'll have to move back to your parents until you can scrape yourself off the floor and be on your own again."
Yeah, I didn't get the memo.

For those of you looking for some super snarky blog that is full of negativity, you've come to the wrong place. I'm just here to record some events in my own life and maybe help someone else along who also didn't get the memo.


If you haven't guessed- I just graduated college. I have returned to the nest I so eagerly flew from a mere 5 years ago because life is expensive and stressful. Before I used to cry myself to sleep over the many exams/scene performances/papers that were looming over my head. Now, I stay in my pj's all day watching Netflix, slowly filling out my application for becoming a substitute teacher (big money, let me tell you), and occasionally doing a pilates workout that kicks my butt like you would not believe. Sometimes I change out of my pajamas right before my mom comes home from work so she doesn't know I've been lounging about all day... I think she may suspect this...

Anyway, that's a glimpse into the wonderful life of a graduate. Riveting, I know. Hang in there. It will get better...right?