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There has been a lot of upheaval in the world and in my life. Right now we are facing the hunt for a new place to live and THAT is just a thrill a minute. It also means the ever enjoyable job of searching for a job or getting a transfer to a new office. While I am not the biggest fan of the job hunt, it always opens my eyes to what I feel I CAN do and what I WANT to do. I’ve recently debated on being an Environmental Planner or maybe get in to Environmental Engineering.  When I was an undergraduate I debated on going to the Engineering school, but I would have been in college for about 6-7 years and that wasn’t very appealing at the time. There are some unique circumstances there that I won’t go into now.

Sometimes I sit back and wonder if the Engineering Genetics didn’t have the right idea. But I really like Conservation Biology. I believe quite strongly in it and have continually tried to pursue a job that at least touches on that field.

Environmental Planning = I can learn a lot of it on the job and don’t necessarily need more school.

Environmental Engineering = the only way is more school from what I can see.

I have actually started watching the MIT Online course for Differential Calculus. Can you guess what it starts with?  DERIVATIVES!! Okay, so I might miss math a bit. I haven’t had to actually remember any of my maths or statistics for quite some time because the jobs I have taken didn’t need those skills.


Time to go watch some Calculus classes and see if I still want to keep going down the road of a career change.

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Razor Unwanted

While I was in the shower today I had a thought — I only shaved my legs for 7 years. I started in July when I was 15 and stopped by the time I was 22. It wasn’t worth the cuts, porcupine spine hairs and skin irritations. I don’t have the world’s darkest or robust leg hair so it isn’t like I can compete in a Wookie Fur competition.

I had a Mani/Pedi before my brother-in-law’s wedding and the salon guy gave me all kinds of grief over how I don’t shave my legs. Not shaving your legs isn’t unclean or filthy or even lazy. Hats off to the millions of ladies that do this every other day with whatever method they prefer, but it isn’t something I care to deal with. If I were a competitive swimmer I’d feel different. It’s like having short nails.  I have short nails because I played the piano for about a decade as a kid and cutting them was trained into me. You can’t play the piano with nails — I tried.

We all make our life choices and do what feels right for ourselves. Some of us live for denim and a t-shirt, others want monthly Mani/Pedis. I enjoy wandering past the makeup section of Macy’s and no one gives me a second glance. Now I will admit to enjoying wandering the shops and looking at all the dresses, shoes, purses and jewelry. . . I’ve spent hours doing just that, but my wardrobe certainly shows the less girl side of things.

Now excuse me while I go put on my ball cap and flannel shirt to go enjoy the evening air.

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Late on the Band Wagon

Like many movies, I just never saw My Girl. I knew about it, I remember the previews, I remember everyone going to see it and saying it was sad. I remember My Girl 2 coming out and still not seeing it. I just didn’t want to. Well, I’ve now seen My Girl and promptly burst into tears during the scene when she just wants him to wear his glasses. I am really pleased with how well they did the whole ‘confronting death’ for her. It wasn’t easy to watch, I burst into tears and sniffled my way through the rest of the movie. It covers a lot of what someone could really go through when facing death.

I haven’t lost a best friend that way, but if I had I’m sure I’d have felt like running to the doctor and asking for the pain to stop too. Thankfully I still have my best friends and the pain of losing them is something I have yet to deal with. We all face it at some point in some way. By the time I was 11 I probably felt overwhelmed by death — pets, Farfar, a classmate in 1st Grade, church members, possibly even a neighbor too.

I am really glad that there are movies out there that deal with real experiences and real emotions without making them a huge deal. It’s a refreshing take from how a lot of movies are done today — everything is over the top and angst-filled. We don’t need to have that kind of sensationalism. Real life is full of pains and joys, why make it something so over the top that you can’t imagine it’s real or that reality is somehow lessened because the musical score and EPIC moment didn’t happen. Imagination is a powerful thing and we shouldn’t discount it, but we also don’t need to feed it to the point of gluttony.

Does imagination have a glutton-setting? I don’t know, sometimes it feels like it. When your brain can’t handle any more of it and you can’t make it stop and it just keeps going and going and going and you want to scream but you can’t because it’s just your brain and no one else can see what’s going on in the movie screen behind your eyes.

To come back to the point, I am very glad to have my friends and to have seen this movie.

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