Derrr...

Holy vampires, Batman. It's been a loooooooong time since I last updated. So much for my "one post a week" mantra. Psht. I figured it wouldn't be long...

Anyway I have some excitement for you lovelies. I have a job! I'm helping to take care of my best friend's grandma, who, at the young age of 92, is recovering from spine surgery. It's a long road but she's a trooper. My job doesn't consist of much. I basically help her get up in the morning, do some exercises, cook her meals, make sure she doesn't fall, force her to take her meds and keep her company. There is a lot of downtime, since she sleeps a lot. I make pretty good money, which is great. I'm actually gonna miss the job when I move this fall, which brings me to the next piece of excitement...

...I still haven't figured out where I'll be living! Yay! Although I think I have narrowed it down to the beautiful motherland that is Michigan. Unfortunately this involves competing with a ton of other people for the, like, two jobs that are available. Maybe I can bribe Mrs. M to keep me on for the fall if they need someone. I could totally do that. I can study in the down time no prob. I do think that I want to journey northward. I'm sick of the hustle and bustle of the big city and ache for a slower pace. I feel my skin crawl at the thought of commuting constantly and never having time to enjoy the things in life. I guess this job has taught me a lot. I've become more patient and thoughtful. I also have a lot more respect for the elderly. They can accept death with such grace. I someday hope to be like them. I've learned from Mrs. H that life is short and that I need to make decisions that make me happy. That's why I've given up on the thought process that I thrive in the sprawling metropolis that is Detroit. I think that with my ever-rising blood pressure and ever-falling faith in humanity, a move will do me some good.

It's funny because just a few months ago Brian and I had talked about moving to Texas to start over. There were jobs in the Austin area that caught my eye. I rebeled, though. I wasn't ready to give up on my urban life and be born again in the country. Nowadays I crave the stars. It's like a drug to me. I'm only truly content if I can see billions of stars in the dark sky. It's my heroin...

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But I digress. Next week starts an epic journey for me. (not really). I'm going camping with my mom's whole huge family. We'll be at Brighton State Recreation Area from Thursday [Wednesday?] through Sunday and I'm beyond excited.

I'm so far beyond excited that I've crossed the tracks into nausea. You see, Brian is meeting my family. All of them. And it scares the crap out of me. They're kind of vicious towards outsiders. Too bad for them. Brian's not going anywhere for a while. It'll be fun.





Plus I'll get to spend a weekend with him under the stars. What more could a girl ask for?

Caught between a rock and a hard place

Upon looking at today's events, I have come to realize something: My boyfriend is psychic. Or something... I'm not quite sure what yet. Before you walk away, let me explain.

Last night Brian and I were talking about his impending decision about joining the armed forces. My oh-so-practical loverboy suggested again that we elope in the coming months for multiple reasons. I'm not going to lie- it was very, very tempting. Especially when he kept throwing around words like free (not-Obama induced) healthcare, higher pay and stability. I almost had an orgasm thinking about all the possibilities. I would be able to actually go to a doctor. I could get my teeth cleaned (!!) and I could get new glasses that I've been needing for several months now.


But then, like always, the voice of reason woke up and slammed on the brakes. What was I thinking?! I'm not even 22 yet and Brian, well, I love him to death but I definitely robbed the cradle* He's not even 21. Neither of us are financially responsible enough** to run a functioning household. I've always promised my mom that I would wait a reasonable amount of time before marrying someone to avoid the mistakes she made. I also promised her multiple times that I would never get married without her there. Plus the allure of a big, fancy wedding is just too appealing to turn down. Selfish, yes, but I never said that I wasn't.

So what do I do? I do have plenty of time to decide, which is helpful because I am in no state to make life altering decisions right now. I'd rather pull a tapeworm out through my ear (*shudder*). I love Brian to death and I can very honestly see myself with him for the rest of my life, but there are so many other things going on nowadays that I can't imagine hiding such a huge thing from my family. Not to mention I wouldn't survive if my mom found out.

The adventurous side of me just screamed "DO IT!" at the top of its imaginary lungs. Maybe it's time to sedate that more...


What would you do in my situation? Would you listen to your practical, reasonable side or would you take the plunge and give in to spontaneity? What would you do if your (un-supportive) parents found out? Would you tell your family?



*Does that make me a cougar?
**Though Brian's better at it than I am, by far.

Who's that pretty girl in the mirror there?

Me, apparently. I don't mean to brag or anything, but my mom's Facebook friends saw a picture of the two of us together and began flirting. She had to break the unfortunate news to them that the person with whom they were flirting was, in fact, not me. Looks like Brian has some competition.

Who's Brian, you might ask? Well let me explain.

This is Brian and me after a long day of "graduating" from college

Brian and I met many, many moons ago. We dated on and off for a while. A few months ago (January?) we decided to give it another go. So far life has been splendid. The scary thing is that his parents want us to get married. Yikes. I think we're both a little young/immature/broke for that. Neither of us knows where we'll be in a month, let alone 5 years. I vote we hold off a little...though I don't mind looking at lovely things like this (hint: I do not want lab created sapphires):

We'll see where things go. And, of course, I'll keep you posted along the way. In the mean time, I'm gonna go eat dinner. Yum.


Salud, dinero y amor para siempre.
Kaitlin





Editor's note: I cannot figure out how to get the link to the ring to post. I found the image on www.kay.com, under the Color Gemstone/Sapphire section. Leave a comment if you're interested and I'll post the exact link right here.