|Current mood:||1950's Female College Grad|
|Current music:||The songs stuck in my head|
Wanted: A Bachelor in Science
About that job thing....I might have a gig in Matoon, IL. It's south, but not south-south, like "Ooohh, I'm on the Atlantic Coast of Florida in the sun" south. It's a cute little down WAY the ____ out there......but I don't know.....
I liken it to dating. So, you meet this guy. Eh, kinda interested.....just friends.....seeing where it'll all go. You go on the big date. Things look good. There is mutal interest in both parties. Still friends. Then, he's like, "I want you to meet my parents." Whoa. There might be a commitment here. Not sure. And then he asks you out. You definatlly like him in the friend realm, but the question remains: Do you go out with him because he's the only one really pursuing you or are you going to go out with him because you want to? I understand this idea of a relationship is a bit at the high school level, but that's the way I feel. Do I take the Matoon job just because I can get in? Do I even really want it? I'd like to have a flexible summer schedule so I can travel and wreak havoc.......I don't know.
After sitting through another long and semi-boring lecture in American Diversity, I've decided that if all else fails I'm moving to this plan:
I'm gonna move back in with my parents and get a nice receptionist position or work as a CNA for X amount of time. I'll find a nice guy (they are actually out there, ladies!!), get married. He can support me and I'll pump out babies every 2-3 years, cook, clean, take care of the kids -- I'll be an awesome housewife. And better yet, I'm hoping I can get Laura and Bridget to jump on this bandwagon - we'll all get houses on the same street in Suburbia, USA and raise our kids. If we're lucky, our kids will intermarry and we'll be family. Volia! Problem solved.
(or I'll move to Florida with a Logan County, Illinois farmer to start an Orange orchard.....inside joke)
Can you see me as a dutiful housewife? At the very least, I can give my kids throat cultures.
But until I can master baking a caserole, it's mac 'n cheese for everyone. C'mon over. I'll just tidy up a bit.
"Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun"