Boyfriend and I have been having some intense discussions lately about *gasp* the future. I have found myself often wanting to tear my own hair out whenever this topic is brought up between the two of us because it was always met with a commitment-phobia that would give even Mr. Big a run for his money. This would spark a lot of anger and annoyance with occasional tears, all on my part of course, because I never shut up and go a little crazy saying things I knew I’d be apologizing for in the morning. But ultimately we’d end up right back where we started- having fun and just enjoying each other’s company- which we do and it’s great. Sometimes I can get a little ahead of myself. I’m 23, he’s 25. We’re young, plenty of time, no rush, we have the rest of our lives, blah blah blah. But I want it now!! (haha). 

Then finally the unthinkable happened… boyfriend says without a shred of sarcasm, but instead with total sincerity.

Boyfriend: Meg, I want to buy a house. I want to sell my motorcycle, buy a house, and start the future.
Me: (loud noise as jaw hits the floor… followed by stunned silence.) 
Boyfriend: What? 
Me: Seriously? Umm… ok…. (still shocked) No wait!! Don’t sell the motorcycle!!
Boyfriend: (loud noise as jaw hits the floor… followed by stunned silence.) 
Me: I seriously just said that, didn’t I? (slaps myself) 

So anyway… we’re doing it!! No more apartment hunting!! We’re buying a house! Well boyfriend is… I’m not really in a position where I can help out other than say, yes pick this one! (Which is perfect if you ask me!) I was very nervous at first, but now I’m just excited. A real place to call our own. Decorate and paint and start the next step.

Just when I’ve written him off as a commitment-phobic butthead that will never come around… he completely surprises me with something so wonderful that it makes me roll my eyes at just how stupid I can be… and then I smile at how lucky I am. 

*Pardon my sappiness. I don’t use it often so just this once you can all say, awwwww, and then go vomit all over your computer screen.*

Do you love the Wedding Crashers quote? I know it’s one of my favorites and always makes me laugh. 

I’m trying my best lately to smile and laugh when I get frustrated. I think of funny British Humor or great movies or go to any of my favorite blogs. But lately, laughing at frustration has been damn near impossible for me. I’m trying hard to show restraint and maturity because as I’ve mentioned many times- my mouth gets me into a lot trouble. But as I (slowly) learn to shut my mouth- I still can’t shut down my mind. I let things get to me. A lot of things. I’m a sensitive person, I get upset, and I let it show. I seem to constantly be fighting for causes I believe in. However the problem is- I have a lot of causes. 

Another problem: I don’t like lectures. So when I’m on a rant about said cause, the person who’s listening to me is normally a person trying to help. But at that moment, I don’t want help and I’m not hearing the sound advice-I’m hearing lecture. At that moment, I am angry and only get angrier because I can’t stand to be lectured. I hated them in college and I hate them now. I try hard… I care. I try to say I don’t care, but I do… otherwise I wouldn’t fight. 

Apologies for vagueness once again, but basically I need your help. Based on the very small bit I described, how would you handle this? Learn to control your head and feel like you lose some heart? Or where do you find your balance?

I’m going to be vague today. Somedays it’s just necessary. 

I own a pug. Her name is Daisy and she’s is very sweet. She’s cute, she’s fun, she’s a cuddle bug and shemakes me laugh everyday at the stupid stuff she does. However, Daisy gets territorial. But only at specific times. When our cat George goes near the food, Daisy will back off and let him have a nibble and wait patiently until he’s done. But when my neighbor’s pug, Libby, comes over to play it’s a different story. Daisy won’t let the poor thing near her bowl- not even the water- until she is plenty done herself. If Libby is over and Daisy finds a bone and you take it away- she’ll find Libby and attack her! 

This is all bad… but not even close to Daisy’s worse habit. If Daisy finds her way into my bedroom… she PEES on my clothes! It’s disgusting. She usually rings a cowbell when she needs to go out and we take her every time. But no matter what- she will without a doubt, pee on any clothing she finds on the floor. I know what you’re saying- pick up your clothes dummy!- BUT personally I believe I should be able to leave any damn thing I want on the floor without her peeing on it! 

All of this comes down to one thing. Territory. She’s trying to establish her territory and I’m trying to establish mine. If I put something on the floor- Daisy responds with, “No, bitch that’s MY floor.” 

And so goes life. Now if only I could smack life on the ass and put it in a crate for the night. Who’s the bitch now? 

I had a bad day. I have a lot of projects going on with no end in sight and simply not enough time in the day to accomplish them! I want to complain, but in the recent past, that only made things worse. And since my big mouth always seems to get me in trouble- I feel like I need to learn to shut my trap! But that’s also really difficult for an admitted, slightly untactful, perpetual over-sharer. (Might I add, I can dish it out but can’t always take it… probably should work on that too.) Anyway, I came home feeling like a pop can that was just shaken by the best bartender in the world- who, might I add, seriously needs to fix me a martini. 

In an attempt to show that I am growing in my attempt to find “restraint,” I will let YouTube talk for me. I would like to preface this by saying- I actually really like all of my bosses- so this in no way reflects how I feel about them- however this video made me laugh so hard that I couldn’t resist posting it. I just LOVE British humor and it helped to brighten my frustrating day. I love #7. We’ve all felt this way before so please enjoy. And then tell me how you deal with your frustrating days… because I could use some advice! 

As I mentioned yesterday, my office recently moved. We were operating out of 2 separate offices in the same city and now we are all under one roof. The office is beautiful and HUGE. Things are still being moved in and everyone is trying to unpack and get organized so that we can get back to business as usual. Things are hectic. 

Along with an entirely new office- there are new faces everywhere! Everywhere I turn there’s someone I haven’t met. It’s like moving into your college dorm all over again! All of the sudden everything is different and so many new people are wandering around. Being the outgoing, straightforward, go getter that I am, I decided to introduce myself to as many people as possible. Why not say hello, right? Be friendly, put my face out there. I walk past the desk of a young-looking man I’d never met, he was dressed casually in a UCLA polo and jeans probably in his mid 30′s…

Catalysta: I don’t know you yet. Hi, I’m Meg. I’m in the Interactive group. (sticks hand out to show off my assertive handshaking skills that I practiced with Boyfriend- yes I’m pathetic- whatever.)
Man: (genuinely nice) Hello. I’m John… (pauses briefly) Fahlgren. (wow that just so happens to be the name of our company)
Catalysta: (overcompensating) OH! Hello! Nice to meet you!!
(Inner monologue: *slaps myself in the face* oohhhhh… shit.)

Note to self: When trying to be more professional… try not to shove your hand in the face of the owner’s son. But hey- I was friendly and I certainly made a first impression. 

Made any interesting first impressions lately?