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OMG Independence!

Bazinga! Apparently after a few consecutive rages I need to go on hiatus. I might be back. We’ll see. Don’t want to over -commit myself or anything. I can’t even stick with a blog for more than a month of fairly regular posting… what am I going to do if ever faced with marriage?

By the way, I know that “Bazinga” above is totally out of place. Roll with it.

SO… in 6-8 weeks I’ll be relocating to a new city. Yes… in case you haven’t picked up on the not so subtle hinting (maybe hinting is the wrong word), I’m moving.

TO. A. CITY. An actual metropolis (at least when compared to the podunk-back-woodsy place I’m in right now – minus the actual woods).

When I decided to seek out relocation 6 weeks ago, it seemed like an event out “there” in the future somewhere. You know, like obtaining my ideal weight. It was a “someday” kind of thing. Nothing firm, but something I was slowly meandering towards – without a very meaningful plan.

But suddenly it’s very real. My office-space will be set up in 4-5 weeks, waiting for me. Finances probably won’t allow me to get moved that quickly, but I’m starting to realize this is really happening.


The number one thing I’m feeling right now about this is FEAR; gut-wrenching, heart-pounding, anxiety-inducing FEAR. Don’t get me wrong, I’m looking forward to all the extra amenities that will be available to me and all the activities I can get involved in, but I’m realizing this is really, truly my first attempt at independence.

Yeah. Feeling a little pathetic over this realization, but it’s true. This is the first really, truly independent thing I’ve done in my life.

I left home at 18 and went to a small private college with a lot of systems in place to welcome and integrate new students. There was a solid support system so I never felt overwhelmed by that major life change. When I finished college, I came back home and lived with my folks for about a year before getting a good job and my own place. But I was still in the same town as my folks and they were near enough to lean on if needed (as evidenced by my dad keeping me up on oil changes and miscellaneous car maintenance and then my moving back in with them this past winter).

Sidenote: Yeah for dad’s with car maintenance skills!

Relocating is going to take me away from the safety net my folks nearness has provided. I’ll be 1 ½ hours away from my nearest family members, have only a small handful of friends, and my boyfriend. I’m scared. Terrified. What will I do when I have an anxiety attack and start worrying I’m dying? How will I calm those fears without the comfort of my folks just a few miles away?

And then I remember that when I’m visiting my boyfriend, my anxiety is gone. I feel calm and relaxed and RIGHT. When I’m traveling to visit family around the state, I’m having fun, I’m relaxed, and I’m indigestion free. It’s when I’m driving home to this black-hole of a town that I start tensing and fretting. It’s when I’m trapped back in this little piece of oblivion that my panic attacks start and my stomach rolls. No matter what, I need to escape.

So then I remember all the great things I have to look forward too, and despite the fear, I’m stoked. Giddy with excitement. Do you know all the opportunities I’ll have in comparison? Let me list them out:

  • Joining OA group (there’s one in this town but my boss helps lead it and I really don’t want to be sharing such personal stuff with my supervisor)
  • Archery
  • Church hunting (hopefully can find something that is along the lines of the God Journey)
  • Dance Lessons
  • Kettlebell classes/training
  • Normal dating relationship with my boyfriend
  • Tons of shooting ranges
  • Opening a side business doing slideshows
  • Taking some classes at the many schools around
  • Woodworking classes
  • Cooking classes
  • Welding classes
  • Full service health food market (Eeee!)

STOKED! Plus, I don’t have to wait to get all the materials to do a DIY project. I’ll be able to find everything I need between the different craft and home stores available. And coffee. Several coffee houses to choose from. Open mic nights.



Awww, yeah! I’ve inched another year closer to middle-age! Some people are bothered by age but I had my age meltdown when I was 17 and freaking out over almost being an adult. I haven’t freaked since and I’m hoping I won’t be having a meltdown at 40. Because that would totally ruin my superiority complex over not being bothered by aging. I have zero shame in admitting my age… though I won’t admit it on here because it feels like giving away too much personal detail. You already know my birthday is April 29. I’d hate for you to figure out the year and suddenly have the password to a crapload of healthcare and work-related sites that always use that stuff as passwords.

Like you really care. But as a precaution, we’ll just say I haven’t hit 35 yet. And NO, 35 is not middle-aged. Based on the women in my family, 50 is about middle-aged. I’m going to be a centarian! (autocorrect wants me to change that word to centurion… that’s a roman soldier isn’t it… cool).

So based on all the above nonsense… I’m stoked it’s my birthday. I’d like to start the practice of having birthday weeks and celebrating all week (and really that already kind of happens in order to get together with friends). Eventually it’s going to be a birthday month. Oh yeah. Presents and tasty food all month long! What’s not to love?

So I feel compelled to reflect briefly on life since it is the turning of another year. Around the new year I found an inspirational image on Pinterest that said “2011 is the last year I’m going to be fat. Really.” And I thought, yeah, definitely making this happen. And I’m making some gains towards that but it’s been slow going.

So I’m reworking it a little bit:

2011. The last 300+ year of my life. This is a fact and a promise.

I’ve got about 40-45 lbs to drop in the next 8 months. Totally doable. Now to just get my ass in gear.

There was indulgence today this past week since it’s my birthday. Tomorrow? Back on the no sugar kick.

April 30 – May 6

  • No sugar! 2 squares of dark chocolate allowed per day if struggling – consider it a lifeline if REALLY desperate.
  • Ease up significantly on the grain products.
  • 2 kettlebell workouts.
  • 1 walk around the neighborhood (good chance to bond with my mom).

Gonna rule this week!

Hope you rule your week too!

My Pet Peeve: Double-Spacing

About five years ago I became one of the “enlightened” when I learned that the double-spacing rule at the end of a sentence was outdated (my standards are low when it comes to what counts as enlightenment). I quickly challenged myself to relearn my typing skills and within a week had broken the two-space habit that had been pounded into me by every teacher I’d ever encountered.

The problem with my adjustment to single-spacing is that now I too easily recognize double-spacing and it drives me CUCKOO (using the universal crazy gesture… to do it yourself, hold hand up next to the side of your head, make a very lose fist, stick your pointer finger out towards your head, and swirl finger in clockwise/forward circular motion).

What really convinced me to stop the double-spacing was one description I heard… if you turned your paper upside down, it looked like you had rivers running through your document. Want another visual? It looks like your paper was sprayed with buckshot… holes everywhere!

I’d wager all of us over the age of 20 grew up learning to end a sentence with two-spaces. This is an innocent enough mistake when our teachers were taught double-spacing on a typewriter. Somehow the message to single-space never permeated any of my teacher’s consciousness or spilled over into their instruction.

The things is, double-spacing has never been the correct way to space after a paragraph and was only ever implemented because of the typewriter. The correct way to space between sentences (as established in typography) has always been, and still is, one space.

Some of you are probably outraged about now and insisting you won’t change your double-spacing ways. But hear me out. Please? I’ll beg if necessary. I’m on a mission to convert everyone… BE HEALED!

Back in the day, typewriters used this thing called a monospace font which gives equal horizontal space to and between each character. So a “w” would occupy the same amount of space as an “i”. Essentially, the space allotted, was not proportional to the actual characters size so you’d end up with a fairly large spread of characters across the page (Courier is a good example of a monspace font). This spread made it difficult to identify where one sentence ended and the next began and thus entered the two-space “rule.”

Let’s consider why double-spacing is no longer necessary (and dare I say no longer acceptable?).

Short answer: the technological revolution and the more recent (past 35 years or so) graphic capabilities of the computer.

Long Answer: When a wider variety of fonts came into play (some sources say as early as the 1970’s) font design started to account for the spacing around a character – spacing became proportional to the size of the character – and eliminated the typewriter spread. This made it easier to distinguish one sentence from the next and that two-space gap became much more noticeable.

The noticeable gap drove typographers and graphic designers back to the one-space rule because it flat out looks better. The rest of the population has been slow to realize and adjust to the one-space rule, probably because people don’t know better (five years ago, even I was in the dark). And for those of you experiencing outrage, you just don’t care.

So before the hate mail starts rolling in, there are probably a couple areas where it is acceptable to use the double-space rule… mostly when you have to use a monospace font. Or if your college professors demand it and will dock you for not using it, I’d play along with them but also probably write a paper up on why it’s wrong and include links and resources for documentation. God knows I like to be right.

Want to read more? Slate did a great write up on this that is way more detailed and awesome than mine. Or read up on what exactly is a monospace font.

And PLEASE, for the love of God and my sanity, try breaking the two-space habit.

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