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    I'm a nice southern girl born and raised in southeastern Alabama. I moved to Maryland fall 2010 with the husband and our 19 month old son. Currently a SAHM until my dream job comes along, whatever that may be. I love to cook, write recipes, read, scrapbook, and clip coupons. I live such a wild life.
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Would you like fries with that?

I’ve held quite an array of jobs in my short 7 years of working. I’ve been a barista, hostess, waitress, legal secretary, and a receptionist.

And, I am about to embark on a new experience…saleswoman.

Moving to Maryland has proven to be difficult, especially finding a decent job. After a short stint in a defense attorney’s office, I accepted a position with Aflac.

Y’all..I just don’t know.

I’ve never sold anything except cups of coffee and food in my life. Yes, I feel like I have the personality to sell insurance..maybe. I don’t know. This is going to be a new experience. I keep muttering I don’t know to myself and I do believe I am starting to lose it.

I can’t even go into all of the details but, from what I have read..starting out is very difficult and I know this is going to put a strain on Kyle and I. I just need to hope for success and the best outcome in this new endeavor. We’ll have to budget down to every penny until I start receiving commission checks (hello ramen noodles!) ugh – I feel like I am about to throw up.

All I want for Christmas is a day that I don’t have to worry about anything (but that isn’t how adulthood works, right?). I am tired of worrying about money, my lack of “professional” clothes, my weight and if I am forgetting stuff? You know that panicky feeling of omfgiamsupposedtodosomethingwhatwasit? Yea, I live with that everyday. Every minute of the day. Do they make a pill for that? Surely to God it ain’t normal. And, I am sure that diving into a commission based position ain’t gonna help matters. I just don’t know. I’ve applied for jobs out the ying yang up here. And, like driving here, finding a job is darn tough.

Driving is a nightmare for me. I dread even going to the mothereffing grocery store.

This has turned into more of an I hate Maryland and I want to go home post. OMG, when will it get easier?

Insurance saleswoman? Everyone loves a southern girl – right?


I am drained

I don’t know why I feel so rough after being here for nearly 2 weeks.

Oh wait – I do.

My car was towed, we’ve been sick, Dillon isn’t handling daycare well, I started a new job, and Kyle brought more stuff for the house from Indiana (not that I am complaining, the IL’s gave us GREAT stuff!)

I’ll share it all this weekend.

My biggest fear in life.

It’s not driving off a bridge into a body of water (which is pretty damn scary).

It’s not heights.

It’s not losing a loved one.

It’s something being “wrong” with Dillon.

From the beginning of my pregnancy, this new fear has planted itself deep within my heart. Thankfully, we’ve been blessed with a healthy baby. Unfortunately, when your child is born, the fear of something happening is greater.

In my eyes, Dillon is a very intelligent child. As an infant, he reached most milestones early (rolling over, holding head up). When he started solid foods, he took it like a champ. When we took him off of the bottle? He took it like a champ. We just quit using them one day. He started walking right before turning 13 months and his first word was “dada” around 11 months.

Since beginning to talk, Dillon has built quite the little vocabulary. Everything was “this” and he’d point to it when he wanted something. All drinks were “juice”. I am “mama” and Kyle is “dada”. The “dog” is “Major (or jer)” and they like to play “ball”.

He was a jabber box up until a few weeks ago. Now? He’s stopped talking.

And, it’s freaking me out pretty badly.

He does still say “mama” clear as a bell. He will say “dada” when he wants. The rest? History.

It’s finally dawned on me within the past several days that he’s only jabbering now. We’re in between pediatricians and not sure of what we’re going through is normal, I started asking other moms. I got varying answers but, another mom friend of mine says her son is going through something similar and it started with him when he started getting his 4 molars. Well, Dillon’s 4 molars are in the process of coming in, too. So, maybe there is a link?

Dillon knows how to snap buckles, including his carseat chest clip (which drives me insane). He tries to put on his shoes. He can feed himself with a fork and points to things he wants. I know in my heart he’s a very bright baby but, I just don’t know why he’s stopped talking. I’m sick to my stomach thinking about it.

We see our new pediatrician next month and this is the first thing I am going to address with her. In the meantime, I will continue working with Dillon and pray for the best. My goal in life is for Dillon to grow up to be a successful, intelligent person. And, if something is wrong with him – something that I could have prevented, I don’t know what I will do with myself.

Does anyone have an input? Has anyone gone through a similar situation?

Greetings from Maryland, y’all.

Pardon the cell phone picture.

We’re here!

After what seemed like years, (actually about 17-18 hours) we finally arrived Saturday afternoon. We’re almost unpacked and settling into our new home. I am in love with our new house and simply can not wait to begin the REAL decorating.

Maryland is nice for what I have seen so far. I already know how to get to Target and back without my GPS =)

We are next to the bay so, there will be lots of sitting on the deck to be had. With a wine spritzer, of course.

I did have a job interview this morning. While I am looking forward to returning to work, the firm I interviewed with was not for me. I will have to continue searching for a job.

I do believe I am going to write a book for small town people moving to a big city. About interstate driving. See, I’ve never driven on an interstate except when traveling long distances. This whole exit lane only, left exit lane, 3 & 4 lanes thing is new to me and I about got run over this morning. I know the speed limit says 55 but, I thought I was right smack dab in Talladega.

I went to tour a daycare and was leaving. Their parking lot was big (and full) so I didn’t see the “exit”. The “entrance” was wide enough for two cars and their were no signs so, I went out the way I thought I was supposed to. Big mistake. This woman coming into the daycare flipped the frick out on me and was yelling…and gave me the bird. WTF?

Since I arrived so early for my interview, I went to Chik-fil-a for breakfast (my all time favorite). They did NOT have my chicken biscuit n gravy! I was given nasty chunks of “sausage” and watery mess these people think is gravy. But, their sweet tea was good. So, God bless you Chik-fil-a.

And, to top it all off I went to a liquor store Saturday afternoon. They don’t sell beer & wine in their grocery stores. I get in there, grab my items and stand in line. When I get to the cashier, they swipe my ID through a machine and it was DECLINED! My ID was delcined! Uhh – wtf? How does an ID get declined!? The gentleman behind the register said that “they had gotten into trouble” and had to swipe everyone’s ID. I still have no clue why my ID was declined, he couldn’t give me a reason. It’s not expired. They wouldn’t let me buy the beer so, I had to leave it at the counter and leave. Talk about freakin’ embarassing.

We still lack a proper internet connection so, it may be a few days before I am back. But, when I do return, I’ll have tons of pictures.

Goodbye for now

We’re going to turn off our internet and cable today.

I will see y’all in Maryland!

I wouldn’t want to hear me whine either.

I haven’t been up for much blogging. I’m just in a baaaad mood as of late. It wouldn’t be any fun to read anything from me right now.

The house is a complete and utter disaster. We can barely navigate through the halls without stepping over things. I understand this is all a process of moving but, I can not make the OCD wench in me understand.

DH has been working really late and has turned our living room into his home office.

I keep telling myself that if I can keep myself busy, things will be okay. I’ve been doing laundry, picking things up, and window shopping during the day.

Leaving our friends and family is slowly becoming a reality, too.

And, this will be the very first year in the history of my life that I have missed the awesome-ness that is the National Peanut Festival. Oh yes.

Oh my goodness – I am feeling stabby.

Happy Anniversary

Exactly one year ago from today, Kyle and I tied the knot. It doesn’t feel like it’s been an entire year, just as everything else – it’s going by too fast.

Happy Anniversary to the man who has stood by my side and held my hand through good times and bad. He’s stood by me when no one else would. I will spend the rest of my life making up to him what he’s given to me in one year.