You had me at Merlot.

Tonight Jess, Reid and I went out to eat. Jess starts telling us how she likes to think of people as certain types of food...we laughed really hard and then I asked her what she thought I was.

She said I'm like a glass of wine.

Reid immediately laughed because his first response was "cause she gets better with age?!" Yeah, you just shush it, man--I had a mother tell me today that I wouldn't know her niece who graduated from Geneva because, "she's older than you--she's in her late 20's." Riiiight. I get younger everyday, people.

Anyway, back to me me being like wine...she said it's because it goes well with other things, that it DOES get better with age-but that it's more of a process and that if you're not careful, it has the power to completely incapacitate and "own" you.

Awesome. I'll take it.

Transitioning?

The VP of Student Life and Learning is an old friend/supervisor/coworker of mine. He's one of the reasons I'm here and honestly, one of the most fantastic people you'll ever meet. I'm not being dramatic.

Yesterday we were walking out of the Student Union and he asked me how I was transitioning and if it was going well. And I told him this story:

On Friday I wore this ridiculously cute plaid skirt. An RA from another staff came up to me and was like, "That's really cute! I think I have it in blue!" and we made a joke about wearing them on the same day.
Yesterday morning, I woke up, checked Outlook and had an email from Jackie that had been sent at 7:30am. The subject line said "Dude..." and when I opened it, it read, "Can we wear our plaid skirts today?!" I typed back "Oh HECK.YES."
So we did.

Yeaaah. My transitioning into college life is going just fine.

Although, it's funny that I now eat my meals here:

(I'm hoping the beefy, hardcore football players didn't think I was trying to take their picture...)

Oh and check out what I got:

I got a lot of them, actually. Another RD and I are going to hand them out at local bars to attract men and prove we're employed and not just glorified camp counselors.

The ever after...

Remember me? Your long-lost friend? Hi. Are you doing something new with your hair? It looks nice.

ANYWAY.

This has been an insane--what, 11 days--since my last post. IN.SANE. It's such a weird thing to have been misplaced and not know it. Or maybe it was just that I didn't know the extent of it, but after a long 5+ years, I feel like I'm somewhere I belong.

My RAs are really wonderful girls who are ridiculously fun and, ok, let's be honest, thankfully think I'm super funny. And "popular." Which, if you know me at all, makes me the happiest girl (read: attention-starved) EVER. ;) Yeah, today Sarah said, "What?! Do we have the most popular RD or what?" Dana and I said yes and then I happened to tack on "and most attractive." Which they rolled with because I'm not sure at this point, they feel comfortable arguing.

The other RDs...yeah, I don't have words for these people. Seriously. They're astounding. They're smart. They're passionate. And holy CRAP are they funny. They made me feel really welcome and comfortable as soon as I got here (they'd all been here in training for a good 2 weeks already). I really really love our staff and am making new friends--which I love. They're fantastic. I honestly can't do anything but go on about them. So I'll stop before it gets superdog annoying.

I don't know, guys...this has been...amazing. I'm actually sitting here just shaking my head because I feel a little bit at a loss for words. I can't begin to tell you how different life is for me. How I feel like I've got fire again. How I feel like I have purpose. How I feel passionate about things and people. And it's hard. It's a hell of a lot harder than letting someone read me numbers. It's a huge committment and I'm alread tired--but I'm happy. That's the good word, peeps. It's as simple as that.

And now, some pics of my new apartment. The bedroom:




Yeah, I have 2 closets.


My iiiiiiiitty-bitty kitchen...ette. Yeah, that's a mini-fridge. And the thing on top of the cart? It's my Easy Bake Oven.




The living room. No, the fireplace doesn't work.


Oh, and yeah, the pink curtains are going. I don't know when or how, but I'm making sure of it. Trust me.




Well...that's it for now. We're still in the middle of RA Training so it's outrageously busy. When it slows down a bit, I'll have a routine again, which will be nice. Until then, text me tomorrow so I have a distraction when we're going over the section on confrontation...cause we all know I've got that one down. ;)
I have mad love for all of you. Night!

Hey.

Guess what.

It's my last day here at Giant Jimmy's Super Christian Big Bible Emporium.

Aww...

My boss brought me these today:

I heart getting flowers.

Memorandum

The good stuff is always scary.

It makes taking the risk to be brave worth it.

Yard Sale Day...

This Saturday we had our annual multi-fam yard sale at Team Bindys' house.

We were there a whole 10 minutes when Chris found a magnifying glass. A big one. It was really sunny and so we spent the better of the morning watching him light things on fire. Then we spent the better part of the day getting burned on our necks, shoulders, arms...
But the fun really started when he found fireworks.

Phil was helping things along with some lighter fluid...cause that's TOTALLY a good idea.

And Dave had found some quality reading.

Yeaaaah.

So. This is the kind of junk I've been dealing with for the past 4 years.

I got this FAX today:

Yeah, he scrawled "do you carry this book" on the first page.


And then faxed a SECOND page that had the blurb, cover, author info and ISBNs.

There's so many reasons why this annoys me beyond belief. Let me highlight a few.

1. You had the numbers and the title and the author. Couldn't you have put "Do you carry the ISBN 999-999-9999?" and saved a second page?

2. Couldn't you have gone to our website, and right at the top of the homepage where it says "Search"--typed in the author, title and/or ISBN?

3. Why in the hell didn't you just call and ask?