Snow Storm

My area is currently getting anywhere between 0 and 7,000,000 inches of snow dumped on it. I just got back from vacation and therefore haven’t had a chance to go to the store. I tried to make a skillet meal for dinner and I don’t have skillet big enough to cook it in.

I may have gotten my couch and chair today to make my apartment feel more like a home, but dammit if it’s not reminding me every day that it’s still not MY home

sesamestreet:

Found this.
Loved it.
One question, though: How does one say “om nom nom” in Wookie? 

sesamestreet:

Found this.

Loved it.

One question, though: How does one say “om nom nom” in Wookie? 

(Source: greenwheelbarrow)

sesamestreet:

At Sesame Street, we aim to educate children around the world. We take that very seriously, and sometimes, it means we can’t just repurpose existing content.
Take the above. That’s Elmo, holding a camera and talking to Mr. Noodle. It’s from an episode created in 2005. But we couldn’t use it for Kinect Sesame Street TV … because many of today’s preschoolers don’t know how that type of camera worked.
2005 doesn’t seem like that long ago…

This is actually kind of sad. I try to use my camera around my niece still, I wouldn’t feel as bad if she broke it like I would my iphone. I get that kids won’t know what film is, but they really don’t know what a camera is?

sesamestreet:

At Sesame Street, we aim to educate children around the world. We take that very seriously, and sometimes, it means we can’t just repurpose existing content.

Take the above. That’s Elmo, holding a camera and talking to Mr. Noodle. It’s from an episode created in 2005. But we couldn’t use it for Kinect Sesame Street TV … because many of today’s preschoolers don’t know how that type of camera worked.

2005 doesn’t seem like that long ago…

This is actually kind of sad. I try to use my camera around my niece still, I wouldn’t feel as bad if she broke it like I would my iphone. I get that kids won’t know what film is, but they really don’t know what a camera is?

Adventures in cooking

I had two pieces of bread left tonight. They were a little stale so I decided I needed to make something warm with them. I threw some cheese on them and threw them on the stove to make some grilled cheese. And then I did other things for 10 minutes.

All the smoke….

Apparently I’m not to be trusted when multitasking at chores.

Self-doubt

I’ve had a crippling fear of self-doubt that has followed me around for much of my life. Many members of my immediate and extended family suffer from either depression, anxiety or bipolar disorder so I’ve always assumed it is a result of a touch of one or all of those illnesses. Normally I’m very good at hiding it. It’s really easy when I’m in public - I’m a Capricorn so I never like to appear too disheveled and giving into that self-doubt can make me a hot mess.

Now that I live alone, though, it’s difficult. I can put on a competent and confident face for the 8.5 hours that I’m at work, but every night I’m faced with myself. What am I doing? Did I make the right choice moving? Why is it taking so long to fit in at my new job? Why did I even get my new job? How could they think that *I* was suited for this? What if this was the biggest mistake of my life?

My faith is only taking me so far right now, which sucks. I know that ‘Everything always happens for a reason,’ and I know that in all honesty, I am good at what I do and I am confident in my abilities to get shit done, but that doesn’t mean I’m not second guessing everything I do or think.

How are you supposed to cope with this when you live alone?

What about at 26?

What about at 26?

(Source: cranberrysoda)

princesscaitlynd:

#growingup #nofun #someecards

princesscaitlynd:

#growingup #nofun #someecards

Moving sucks

I’ve been moving my entire life. Prior to the age of 23 I had never lived in any one city longer than 7 years, and even at the age of 23 I had spent four years living in that city part time while attending college in another state.

You’d think that I’d be used to it all by now. The leaving a comfortable home, familiar roads, faces of best friends - it should have all been old hat.  It was supposed to be easy, I was finally able to choose where I was heading, I wasn’t at the mercy of my father’s company anymore. I had been trying not to get too attached to my company, my coworkers, I had lived here before, I knew the well-worn road between the city of my alma mater and my hometown. I convinced myself I had friends in the new city and would still see my friends and family in my old one.

But therein lies the rub. I have never once in my life vocalized that my old city was my hometown. I never claimed it on Facebook, I made an effort to never tell my friends from college that I made it “home” during breaks from school, it was supposed to just be a stop on my story of life.

And then I found another job. I found an apartment. I quit my job. I told my friends. And then I cried. I cried for everything I was leaving behind - all the wonderful coworkers who inspired me to be the best at what I do, one of my closest friends, the family members who I was just getting to know on a deeper level.

It’s been two months and I feel like I haven’t stopped crying. I know it’s going to get better. It has to. It always has.

I even have a built in group of friends in town. But it’s different. They’ve had lives here for the past 4 years, they have routines, they have significant others and groups of friends who don’t know me. It’s familiar, but it’s brand new.

So here I am, in a brand new apartment that I’m trying to outfit without spending a million dollars, finally on my own in the town I said would be perfect for me, employed at a great company doing a job that was always a “dream job” for me and it all seems slightly empty.

That’s my story. That’s why I’m here. I’ve decided to discover myself through a blog, to try to work through my issues with a new place, a new job and a new way of interacting with friends. They keep telling me I’m an adult, maybe I’ll find out I am here.