Whiskey gingers: My beloved

The only thing that makes the feeling of getting off of a week-long duty stint full of students who should know better but just can’t help themselves feel more like euphoria is the stiff drink I get to have when I go home after passing off the duty phone.

Tonight’s poison: A tall, dark, and handsome whiskey ginger.

In the words of Hannah, this is the drink that makes my world go ’round.

Sure, sure, I talk about the beauty of a good IPA with good friends, and at some point in the past five years I’ve gotten over my (well-deserved) fear of tequila, and, though it’s been years and years since I’ve had one, there’s still a special place in my heart for vodka/crans.

But the drink that I continue to put on a whiskypedestal time and time again starts with a strong pour of Jameson followed by a splash of Canada Dry (because anything else is inferior, and you all know it (even though I’m upset with Canada Dry right now for their support of the Salvation Army (but that’s another issue for another blog post))).

And maybe had I not gone to Ireland and drank the elixir straight from the fountainhead, I wouldn’t have the appreciation and love for Irish whiskey that I do right now.

And maybe I’d always feel like my life was missing something.

But I guess we’ll never know.

So tonight, I’m working on my second whiskey ginger and loving the way the world feels as it turns.

Until tomorrow,

slánte! xx

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It’s Sunday and I don’t feel ready for the week

How did it become Sunday night so quickly?

Like most weekends, I feel like I blinked and suddenly my entire weekend was over. But this weekend feels especially daunting knowing the amount of things that are coming my way in the next few days.

I should be excited, right? This week is two and a half days long for me, I don’t have to be on duty anymore, and I get to fly back to Minnesota for a much-needed vacation!

Instead, all I can think about is the ridiculous amout of things that I need to accomplish between right now and the moment I leave campus for the airport on Wednesday.

And I wish I could say that all of the things I needed to accomplish were the fun parts of my job. Instead, they’re things like making sure that all of my students left for break and that they know how to follow directions (spoiler: They don’t). And the other parts of my week are the not-fun parts about travelling, like packing (really, this is just because I put it off until the last possible moment. (Ah, yes, procrastination: My old friend)).

Anyway, the point is that while I’m excited for the good things that will come at the end of my week, I am in no way prepared for the first few days ahead of me. Because honestly, I just don’t wanna do them.

So if you see me hitting my head against my desk prior to my departure to Minnesota, do me a favor and put a pillow down for me in between smacks.

Until tomorrow,

cheers. xx

The art of maintaining an untidy apartment

I frequently find myself asking Elliott why our apartment is so messy considering that I rather enjoy having things neat and tidy in my life.

He usually just gives me a judgmental look then goes back to licking himself (unrelated: I’m always so amazed by the flexibility of cats).

But then I look around and decide that it’s more exciting to watch another episode of Grey’s than it is to get up and put all of the clothes on my floor back into the closet where they belong.

You know, this would all be solved if I would just put things away after I’ve used them (duh), but honestly, what’s the fun in that?

Because if I just put everything away, then I wouldn’t be able to hone my skills of dish stacking or shoe pile navigating! And who would I be if I didn’t have any of those skills?!

A very boring person. That’s who.

But I digress; I do sometimes wish that I could go back to a time when I had roommates and usually made sure to keep things cleaner so they wouldn’t want to throw me out on the street. Maybe that’s the key: Live with someone who makes you want to keep your space clean on the regular.

Apparently that person for me isn’t Elliott the cat.

I guess that just means that I’ll have to find a roommate who doesn’t spend his entire day sleeping or licking his butt and can run the vacuum every once in a while.

Until tomorrow,

cheers. xx

Obligatory year-end recap

First of all, what? I actually am writing another post that has nothing to do with NaBloPoMo?? What is this sorcery? Boredom. That’s what.

Anyhoooo….

As I start writing this, there’s about an hour left before we reach 2016 over here on the east coast, and I figured that there was no better time to recap 2015 than in my usual fashion: Last minute.

“I mean, have I even accomplished anything this year?” I wonder to myself as I realize that I’ve been sitting in the same chair, wearing the same shorts and shirt all day while I binged Making a Murderer on Netflix. And as I look around my apartment, I have no shame in knowing that I just finished off a whole bottle of wine and microwaved a hot dog to eat.

This, my friends, is the image of an adult.

So, in the fashion of my dear Hannah’s post In With The New, here is a quick recap of my entire year highlighting the coolest thing(s) I did each month of 2015:

January: My sister and I drove in the dark to some random city in the woods for my dad’s best friend’s step son’s wedding. Worth it.IMG_3102

February: This was a shit month. I lost one of the most important kids in my entire life and watched my future unfold in a weird way.

March: I traveled to New Jersey to see JJ and Gettysburg, PA to see Lauren over spring break and re-ignited my love for the east coast.

April: I defended my final thesis project of grad school and had all of my paperwork signed for graduation!

May: I graduated with my master’s in Counseling and Student Affairs from Minnesota State University Moorhead. Yay! Also, DSC_0138English Ben came to visit!

June: I started my job as the director of Evan’s Support and I moved into an apartment off campus and lived by myself and paid rent for the first time in what felt like forever. Woo adulting!

July: I went camping in Elbow Lake for the 4th of July. Just like I have every year for 25 years.DSC_0142

August: I went on a hell of a road trip with Chad. 10 states in 8 days with a whole mess of breweries along the way.

September: I tried the Thrive challenge and noticed no difference in my body’s reaction to life. Not for me, folks.

IMG_6411October: I went to Itasca State Park for the first time and had quite the hike with miss Hannah. I climbed to the top of that damn fire watch tower like a damn champion!

November: I turned 25 and accepted a job at Curry College!

December: I (i.e. my father) packed up my car and my sister and I drove all the way from Minnesota for me to move to Milton, Massachusetts!IMG_6795

So, yeah! I DID accomplish stuff this year! But I can honestly say that 2015 was one of the toughest years of my life and I’m welcoming 2016 with open arms.

My life is a rollercoaster that only goes up, my friends.

Stay tuned for more shenanigans in the future. 🙂

So until next time,

cheers.