Fiasco

It wouldn't make any sense for me to continue with this without sharing Fia with you. If I'm going to try and make this stick, her presence is vital. I'm not the type of person to call my dog my "baby".. i wince a little at the thought. However, her and I are attached at the hip ( I have to bend down). When Greg first started medical school, and while I had my own things going on (graduate school, job etc.) I knew I would get lonely. Hence, Fia's entrance. These picture posts will include a lot of her. and they will be damn cute I tell you but this isn't a blog for her, or a million pictures of her, this is for me to keep track of me.
She eats poop, doesn't chew bones but instead throws them haphazardly in the air and is the best thing.

Boom. Blogging.

I graduated with my Masters.

Pictures or it didn’t happen?

The strapping young man in the photo is my fiancee, Greg and that attractive setting behind us is the concession stand. We keep it classy. it's Coors. Light..

It feels weird to look at that first sentence and let it work its way into my mind it but I’m not entirely sure it has yet.  I’m at a point where I’m not sure what to do with this Master’s of Education. So, I have it it…wooo…look at this paper…in my hand…with a random building from campus on it.

 I decided not to get my teaching license, am getting married in the fall, remarried in the spring and a move (possibly across country) in the summer. I’m in limbo and not the super-fun limbo (or the supposed to be super-fun limbo but really it ends up hurting your back because you’ve gotten for too old to limbo) but the kind where you’re like “Huh, What?”

I’m at the point where I’m looking for a creative direction. And thus...I decided to have a blog-baby. Yes, a blog-baby (I sure as heck-fire ain’t having a baby-baby right now).  My intentions are unclear (and with a baby-baby that seems irresponsible) but I would like for this to be where my life is laid out there- creative spasms and all. As time goes on, more and more things will get shed, with the hopes that my inability to make clear sentences, fear of technology and worry of public exposure become irrelevant (or ignorable…).

Here is my run-down! Bullet (I definitely just typed “Butt”) point style because that is the way that most information provided in paragraphs should be done!

1.       I’m engaged to an amazing guy, Greg, who is in his 4^th year of Medical School (hence the moving possibility in a year)

2.       I have a pretty stinking adorable dog, Fiasco, who we call Fia because it’s shorter to yell and sounds prettier than calling a cute puppy a Webster defined “humiliating failure: a total failure, especially a humiliating or ludicrous one” of which she is everything BUT. I just like Lupe Fiasco and the word itself is fun to say…

3.       I bake often. Oh, do I ever.  Magpie. Pie is delicious.

4.       I am a personal trainer and work the 5am shift…I will tell you right now that many of these blogs may just be written between the hours of 5 and 9 am.. oh, this is happening.

5.       Greg, Fia and I live with his parents while we exist in our limbo. His parents can be summed up in this word-crazy awesome- okay, “these” words because they are crazy and awesome. And loving and supportive. Yeah, stuff can get weird- it’s an adjustment for everyone on a daily basis but they’re amazing people and we’re lucky. Point blank. Grosse Point Blank (hit-man movie reference? I don’t remember how that plot goes...)

I’d appreciate you sticking around so I don’t feel entirely ridiculous typing to myself.  Thank you for taking part in something I feel will help me in so many ways.

My name is Margaret.