Observation Tuesday: Volume 5

Observation 1: It is Wednesday. but I worked yesterday. so you all are getting Tuesday's dose on Wednesday.

#2: Working a full-time job takes a lot of time. I know. Obviously. But to someone who has never done it before it can be a real mind-blowing fact.

#3: I tried a thai restaurant here in Lubbock. Pretty delicious. And it's owned by a Thai family so it's actually legit food.

#4: Getting to know/be comfortable with your neighbors is challenging. I've brought cookies to some of them and said hi multiple times but it's still kind of awkward when we see each other randomly. It was easier when you were little - you could just ask them if they wanted to ride bikes and you'd be friends for life. Guess it takes more time when you reach adulthood.

#5: Finally for this installation, I realized that I really do enjoy getting to plan things to do with new friends. I think it's a blast to invite people to dinner and knit while watching the Office and get to know them at the same time.

Texas.

I stole this picture from my friend who also just recently moved to Texas. It's a little perspective for you :)

Observation Tuesday: Volume 4

After a 2 week hiatus due to moving and general busy-ness, Observation Tuesday is back!
~I'm getting ready for my knitting class I go to at the library. It's me, another girl my age, and several, ahem, older women, and one older man. This made me realize when I'm actually old I'm going to have to find a hobby that is generally reserved for young people. Just to be ironic. Maybe roller derby?
~After 6 hours of orientation class today I came to the conclusion that orientation is always boring, unless a man in English accent is doing it. One of the speakers was from the UK and I decided he should have just done the whole thing. He would have kept my attention more.
~Texas drivers officially do not "drive friendly." Now, I'm admittedly not the best driver, but in AZ I rarely got honked or glared at. Here, it's happened several times. I'm going to have to get more defensive!

[Photo cred: http://www.augengallery.com/Artists/Miyazaki/spy_glass.htm ]

Who needs garage sales?

Especially when you have fantastic future-grandparents-in-law that have super cool stuff like this laying around?
This happens to be something Nana bought when she started school nursing in the early 80s and she really used it for the kids! That means it's vintage and nursing-related. Which means I LOVE it. It's home is currently on my kitchen counter (because that is the only surface that is long enough to fit it right now) but I would like to move it into the living room at some point.

Reasons I am like a 3rd Grader

#1: I have no will-power when it comes to chocolate chip cookies. I will eat them before dinner even though it spoils my appetite.
#2: I love Christmas and my birthday. So much. I still try and look for presents sometimes...
#3: I got a new lunch box and am super excited about it. My dad bought it for me (along with a vacuum. I have the best dad in the world!). It even has a secret compartment (or not secret, seeing as its just on the bottom) with a tupperware that fits perfectly inside. I already packed it in preparation for work tomorrow. Just like I used to do in 3rd grade, except then it was school, not work.

Home Sweet Home

This is where I live now. I've done job paperwork, hung up pictures and bought new furniture (thanks dad!). I even have a Texas license plate. This must be real life...

Moving Day

First of all, HOW DID I GET SO MUCH STUFF?? I've never even lived totally on my own and have very minimal furniture, yet there are a ridiculous amount of boxes in my living room...
If you haven't guessed, tomorrow I move to Texas! My dad and I are loading up my car and a friend's truck and heading east. Thus I will not be posting an observation Tuesday. Not totally devastating for most of you, but just thought I'd at least record why I'm being a delinquent blogger. BUT next time I do post a blog I'll be a resident of the biggest state in the continental US and an employed nurse. Holler!