And so it begins...

This is my first blog ever… I think I may need to set some things straight and start this off right.

1.       Even though I live in Texas… I will never, EVER become a cowboys fan.  I am a diehard New York Giants fan and I bleed blue. The end.

2.       This will not be a blog trashing the south and saying how awesome NY is (We all know it’s pretty freaking awesome anyways).  Instead, I’m just going to post about my experiences and how something’s in the south are better and some things, um not so much.

3.       If you are part of my life, chances are at some point there will be a character reference on here that.  Let’s just say I’m a fairly ridiculous person, and my family and friends are no different.

Ok, ground rules are set. I’m sure more will come up the more I get into this.  I made a list of all the topics I wanted to blog about and I think of new one’s every day.  I’m still a little hesitant to write and blog (although I abuse the privileges of twitter).   I wanted to start this off well. But the more I sat and thought about it, I started to chicken out.  Part of me wants to tell everyone I know about how I am doing this, but the other part likes it being a secret.  I guess this will be my little secret for now.

My list.  I am a list person. I make to-do list every day; I have my own notepad and iPhone app for them.  But I’m not going to talk about my to-do or my organization skills.  I am going to talk about my 30 List.  I have this friend (Yes! A Friend… not me).  Who has recently broken up with her boyfriend.  I personally think it has been an amazing experience for her.  I’m so glad that she did it, but being in that relationship was not the best thing for her.  He was a tool. But her leaving him, has also turned into an amazing experience for me.  She is on this path to making herself better and quite frankly, so should I?  She has been the nagging voice telling me to start this blog!  Well, Miss Thang… this blog is for you.

We decided to make our 30-before-30 list.  As our birthday approaches (Yes, OUR Birthday!), I felt the pressure to complete this list.  I am proud to say that my list is complete.  And you want to know what I learned about myself after completing this list?  Apparently, I don’t take my life serious until after the age of 30.  Everything on my list was subconsciously geared around adventurous things I want to do.  Things I want to be able to tell my kids I did, and see the expression on their face that says “Holy Crap, MOM! You did that?!”  That’s what I want.  I have those moments with my parents and I want that same experience with my kids.

If I’m correct, I believe there are 3-5 “serious” things on my list.  I think part of this is because I still see myself, as a young kid, out of college still trying to grow and figure out my life.  This got me thinking… it’s the Northerner in me.  When I was younger, I truly thought I would be married by the age of 25.  And you guessed it! That did not happen.  I’m happy it didn’t happy.  I want to be the best person I can be, before I get married.  We northerners do that.  We graduate from college, live the single life, start our careers, and then settle down before we “expire”.  However, after being in the South, I feel like a black plague sometimes.  The norm down here, as I interpret it, is to graduate, find your soul mate, get married, and pop out those babies.  Don’t get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with that, but I just learned that it’s not the right path for me.  I don’t want to have a child when I am still one myself.  At least I know that about myself.  I wish others realized that too.  I’m too young to get married, and I would be miserable. I have no desire to come home from work and cook dinner for my husband, clean up after him… I can barely cook and clean up after myself or my kitten.

I’m going to end this before I go on a rant.  I’m happy for all the people in my life and those people who I don’t know who get married at a young age and make it work.  My parents did.  And I’m so prud of them for it.  But I’ve already seen people my age who are divorced because they rushed into marriage or got married for the wrong reasons. 

So if you are before the age of 30 and are married and or are getting married… well, CHEERS to you! I hope you prove me wrong.  I hope you have the marriage that my parents have!  I hope you still love each other after many, many years of marriage.

Signing Off....