Since we last talked, I have gone on nary an adventure. I drove over Mink Creek, and got lost somewhere in the grasslands only to find out that when I panicked and turned around I was almost to the highway that would have taken me home. Oh, I drove. I bought a car, actually an SUV, so I can no longer get the thrill that comes with saying “oh, I don’t drive”. This potentially makes me more boring, but it certainly makes me less of a pedant.
I got accepted into the Master’s program at ISU, and I start in the spring. I am a little over a week away from graduation, which is weird as hell. It’s funny meeting a goal at 28 that most people realistically achieve at 21. M.A. by Thirty, here I come!
I am the fattest I have ever been. I am on Weight Watchers, which I suck at. Every day it’s a battle between “get thinner” and “stop giving a shit” and not giving a shit wins about 75% of the time. It’s a work in progress. I think not giving a shit would win out entirely if I could still fit into my clothes in the medium fat range, which happen to be my favorites.
I realized recently that the slide into middle age has begun. It might have been when I realized that drinking more than three beers will give me a hangover for two days. Or when I met a dude who was out with his daughter and I realized that I have a thing for men who are good dads. (that last one came out of nowhere, but now it’s like top five on my list). My fate as an old lady in training was well and truly sealed, though, when I took up quilting.
Pictures to follow! You can look at pumpkin heads, snowy mountains, and poorly-crafted quilts and scarves!
