Category — Friends

This weekend my roommate, Heather, myself and another girlfriend are going up to Grand Marais.  It will be a five hour drive of girl clucking, coffee and loud music.  We will be staying with Heather’s family, which will be a riot. We will be visitng various wedding venues for Heather and Justin’s 2010 wedding.  We will be surrounded by the crazy beauty that is very- northen MN.  Follow the adventure on Twitter (right side bar of this page)…

I turned 26 yesterday.  I could write a big, lengthy post about feeling old and how I feel like life is getting in my way, and about being unemployed. But, guess what? I won’t do that to you.

Instead, I will say, this year will be better.  There are good things to come and I’m trying my darndest to be optimistic. My birthday weekend was good.  I got some cash as gifts and after months and months of being so careful with our funds, I went shopping for myself.  I found a purse and some boots that I just adore.  The rest of it goes into the bank.

I’m Adopted
Since I can remember, I have known I was adopted. My biological mother was 17 was I was born and “wasn’t ready to be a parent.”  My 24 year old sister is also adopted.  She has fetal alcohol syndrome and without knowing the extent of her special needs, my parents brought her into the family. I believe they are saints for this.  My mom affectionately calls my sister, her “ticket into heaven”.   I have no intentions of meeting my biological parents (whom I can only assume are not together now), although I have just started the trying process of getting updated medical information from them.  This, apparently, is like pulling teeth, so stay tuned for more of the struggle.

I’m a Perfectionist

I hate germs, I wipe and disinfect counters, dog kennels, floors and any other surface often.  I thrive on clean, simple spaces and I spend much of my time day dreaming about having a house with enough room to spread out and only have the required number of things around me.  I write lists, I can’t stand extra icons on my desktop, clothes on the floor, and things on the kitchen counter.  In grade school, high school and college I always had to clean my room before studying or going out for the night.  Living with people is a challenge for me.  All that being said; I still own dogs, and I share a space with my Husband (and currently two, sometimes three, wonderful roommates).  So, not everything is “perfect”.  I am happy, though, that Eric and I both share an appreciation for open, clean, simple spaces.  

I am a Catholic School Girl

I went to catholic school from kindergarten though 12^th grade.  Did I love it? Usually.  Did we have a bunch of nun’s teaching classes? No, I only had one nun named Sister Claire. She was awesome.  Will I send my kids to private school? Depends.  On that note…

My Mom Was My First Grade Teacher

My Mom has taught in the Catholic school for over 30 years.  She still teaches first grade.  I was supposed to call her “Mrs. Olmschenk”.  I did not.  Multiple times a day, I would ask, “Mom, when is lunch?” 

My Dream Job

…would be to have enough room, either a huge garage or an extra building, to have a home photography studio with a small-ish dog daycare attached.  Home business utopia.

I Am Allergic to A Lot of Medicines

By the time I was seven, I had had 4 different allergic reactions to common “kid” meds.  One time, I missed 3 weeks of school, thankfully in 1^st grade where I knew the teacher, because I lost all feeling and use of my legs.  There are only a few things I can take when I am sick.  I could probably be re-tested for these things as an adult…stay tuned.

I’m Going to Copy Eric on the Tattoo Thing

I love my tattoos. I have specific plans in mind for the future. I want more.  I don’t care what you think.  The end. 

I had to come back to my site after a little vacation to post this photo of Eric and Everette.  I’ve mentioned Heather’s nephews before.  We spent yesterday with them, with the highlight of the day being a trip to the park.  I’ve also have a picture of Eric going down the slide and Everette “catching” him, but alas, it’s blurry.