I think I'm a little nervous

I moved into my new place two days ago. I was doing so well--I got groceries, I went to the gym, I walked around the neighborhood, I unpacked and set up my new lovely room. I drove around and saw where I was in relation to other things. I got a library card and checked out some books, and got stamps from the post office. I figured out how to use the new dishwasher and washing machine. I preset new radio stations in my truck. I figured out which light switches turn on which lights.

Then this morning I woke up dreaming that I didn't graduate because I didn't have enough hours of clinical practice. I turned on the TV and watched the Bare Minerals commercial and felt mesmerized by the transformations and insecure about my un-mineral-covered skin and BOUGHT $98 WORTH OF FACE POWDER. (Luckily it's returnable within 30 days.) This is not like me. I finally got my ass out of the house in the afternoon to check out my schools. The drive there is a stressful 35 minutes on 295, where I have 3/4 a mile to cut across 4 lanes of traffic. But once I was in Ashland, I saw the farms and fields and trees and felt better, but wished I lived there instead of in the suburbs. I started getting teary-eyed and was going to see Benjamin Button by myself, but I walked in the theater and walked out and drove home and got lost in my Mcmansion neighborhood on the way to my house. My stomach feels nervous. I guess this is what they call "adjusting."

It's New Year's Eve, my least favorite holiday, and I am trying to think of a resolution, but the only one I know I can keep is "to not explode in 2009."

Nerdiest Thing of the Day

When I was working at the University Press, my boss, without context, said, "I wonder what the molecular structure of silly putty looks like." Thus, the inspiration for the Nerdiest Thing of the Day was born. But here I will only keep track of remarkably nerdy utterances, rather than regular daily posts. I will be on the lookout for nerdiness that I say or hear, and let you kids in on the scoop.

Conversations with my Imaginary Boyfriend

One of the semi-regular things I want to post on here are conversations with my imaginary boyfriend, that masculine figure of my imagination who is wonderfully kind and nerdy. Today my imagination took us here:

Me: Want to take a walk in empty buildings and look for change in vending machines?

Imaginary Boyfriend: Sure!

Nice and Squishy

I am a speech pathologist working with an awesome 7-year-old kid who has moderately severe autism. He has given me some of the best compliments I've ever received, including: "You have good hair," "You have dimples just like me," and a recent favorite, "You look nice and squishy." Umm, thanks? This compliment challenged me because it was so sincere, but being "squishy" just hasn't been one of my goals in life. I fight the squish! But he said "nice and squishy," not fat and squishy or gross and squishy. An honest compliment, and after some thought, I happily accept it.

This kid is great. I'm not supposed to say it or admit it even to myself, but he's kind of my favorite.

Intro-Smintro

Welcome! First post, and a reminder to myself of the purpose of this blog:

*Share internety things (frugal living, health, boingboing.net, craftiness)
*Semi-regular posts (imaginary boyfriend conversations, nerdiest thing of the day, speech path tips and tricks)