Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Introduction

Heyyyy!

I am Mary. You may know me as Farmer What What, Community Service Mary, Waitress Mary, Aunt Mary, Mayhem Mary, or that Horrible Bitch (ok, only one person knows me as that Horrible Bitch), but my close friends call me Batman.

I'm planning this blog to be a veritable resource of seat-gripping, nerve-wracking, hair-tingling non-stop action. Also known as the day-to-day turmoil of a late twenty-something over-educated under-achiever.

And now I will stop using hyphenated words.

Currently, I'm living three blocks from the beach. Close to my parents and friends. I love it here. I don't have a job. Not having a job is really annoying. I'm getting married in 6 weeks and 4 days. I'm marrying a commercial diver. He works off shore for 4-6 weeks at a time. This is presenting all sorts of difficulties and opportunities. The one I'm working on now is moving 14 hours away from all this to be close to his job.

I am also trying to learn the ancient art of bansai, how to grow my own vegetables, and organize a household with more than just me.

So, now you know that. I'll try to include diagrams and pictures with my next entry.

Pitfalls of Location

So presently my fiance lives with me, about 14 hours away from his work.

That is a serious commute. We've rationalized it in the past that if one drives a total of 1.5 hours to and from work in a day, in a 5-day workweek one is driving7.5 hours, so by the two week mark, they've already surpassed us in gas mileage, and he's usually gone for 4-6 weeks.

In the present, his gas mileage sucks. When he works in the shop for the week or so before he goes offshore, we shell out almost more money than he's making, not to mention - I have to sleep alone. And although I have that Very Pleasant Stuffed Monkey, it really isn't the same.

So we're moving. AAARGH. I hate moving. We just moved! I've lived in six different places in the last TWO years, and although, yes, I pretty much have it down to a science, I really just want to unpack my books! And now I'm moving 14 hours away from all my friends and family and THE BEACH.

You ever feel like you're stepping off the end of the earth? The point of no return? Event horizon? That part in the Last Crusade with the leap of faith? Yeah, welcome to it.

Maybe I should start over.

Monday, October 5, 2009

The First Blog

Offshore diving sucks. Especially if you're not the one offshore diving. I'm getting married in less than two months to some guy who won't even be around for half the first year of our marriage. As if somehow money is going to make up for the loss of my youth.

Anyhow. Here I am. He asked and I agreed, so I'm going to make the best of it. Find out how!