Shame on Me!

I’m afraid I am woefully bad at blogging. I don’t really feel that the events in my life are blog-worthy. My days are pretty much the same—work, yoga class, dinner, and reading a book or watching a movie before bed. The weekends are full of parties and social engagements either with friends or family. I live in a cute little apartment which I am constantly trying to redecorate and improve. I have a wonderful neighbor who’s always there if I’m feeling lonely. I have more friends than I can count (Good thing Facebook does that for me…) I guess, all in all, I lead a somewhat boring life.

My plans for Washington D.C. aren’t going to happen…which is probably for the best. I can’t afford to travel to Washington, Iowa, much less our nation’s capitol right now. I keep hoping and hoping things will come through with my job, but week after week the answer is the same “I don’t know. Soon, Molly. It should be done soon.” I’ve been hearing that for seven months now. This whole delay in reclassifying and job title (not to mention pay increase) has really put a damper on my work ethic. I still show up for work, but I’m not as energetic as I used to be. It’s becoming harder and harder to be cordial to the individuals involved in this delay. I sometimes feel like Milton on Office Space—“Yeah, we’re going to have you go ahead and move to the basement to make room for some new personnel…” And then they take my stapler.

As far as writing about a love life goes…there’s nothing really to write. (Unless you count my ever-growing crush on Stephen Colbert) I’m comfortable being single. I’ve been doing it most of my life. I’m not sure if I really liked being in a relationship anyways. It was a lot of work. With little reward.

Sometimes I feel like I’m sitting still while everyone else is moving at warp speed. I know that’s a normal feeling and I’m comfortable with it now. But I am constantly questioning my decision to stay in Iowa City and work at the hospital. I know I’m capable of more than what I’m doing, and that I should really go back to grad school and get a master’s degree, but I don’t want to go out and spend a lot of money on something that I’m not sure about. I think I’ll keep biding my time for a while longer. Maybe something will change. I guess I’m about due for something to shake me up.

In family news, my nephew, Nick, turned four two weeks ago. I arrived at my brother’s house to find him sporting a self-designed Mohawk and a t-shirt which said “I do my own stunts”. Somehow, over the course of a couple of months, my nephew has become the coolest little punk kid ever. The birthday (as always) had the underlying theme of Star Wars, which included a Darth Vader cake. Later that day, my brother and sister-in-law had their marriage blessed by the Catholic Church. Nick still had his Mohawk. I love my family.

This weekend is Easter, which means Rachel will be baptized on Saturday evening. We are in for a long night, since that service starts at sun-down. Oh well. Rachel’s worth it. Easter also means I’ll be able to eat cookies again. I decided to give up cookies for lent. I immediately regretted this decision when, the day after Ash Wednesday, four boxes of Girl Scout cookies arrived at my office. They’ve been locked away in a cupboard for 40 days. You may want to avoid my office on Monday, because it will be a massacre. A cookie massacre. Think of Cookie Monster and then give him blond hair and boobs. That will be me.

Peace and Love