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This is how I've been feeling lately: blah.

Job hunting is going very slowly and unsuccessfully. Kind of frustrating. Right now I feel like my college degree is pretty useless. Companies want to hire someone with experience, not someone fresh out of college. Okay then, how am I supposed to get experience if no wants to hire me?

We are still waiting on Josh's company car, so I'm temporarily stuck at home during the day. I've been going a little stir-crazy. Between job applications, I spend my days cooking, watching 30 Rock (thank you, Netflix), and making Young Women handouts. And that is my exciting life.

Hopefully things will progress soon. Until then, life is a little blah.

Right Turn Ahead

I have a bad sense of direction. You'd think that having a GPS would solve the problem, but in my case it doesn't. Our GPS (aka Tom Tom, or as we like to call it, Tomas) and I are not very good friends. We have somewhat of a hate-hate relationship. Let me explain:

When Josh and I spent a week in Minneapolis for his work training, I had to rely on Tomas to get around. This proved to be more difficult than it sounds. I wanted to go to the Galleria about 10 miles away from our hotel. I'm not familiar with the city and Tomas started taking me through confusing little side streets. He would say "Right turn ahead." Ok, no problem. Then all of a sudden he would be screaming "Turn right! Turn right!" So I turned right, but it would either be a street too soon or too late. Then I would hear the all too familiar words: "Turn around when possible." With this happening at least five more times and construction on the highway leading me on a detour, I arrived frustrated at the Galleria an hour later.

Earlier this week, I decided to do a little job hunting with the help of none other than Tomas. Besides the fact that Tomas is getting too old to locate some of the streets I was trying to find, things were going fine. Then I had to take the highway. Tomas told me what exit I needed, so I took the exit. Then he suddenly decided to switch the exit from 63A to 63B, but it was too late for me to get in the other lane. So then I found myself going in the opposite direction of where I wanted to go and Tomas telling me to "Turn around" like it was my fault for taking the wrong exit. I hate that thing.

Besides the fact that we have a GPS, I'm somehow constantly getting lost and turned around. I don't know how it happens, but it does. Josh thinks it's a user problem, but I blame Tomas.

This Old House

I often prefer older homes to newer homes. They just have so much more character and charm. And I'm not talking about houses built in the 80s- they're too old to be considered cool, but not old enough to be charming. Although the vintage charm is a huge plus, living in an older home does present its own set of challenges.

We love living in a house. It's so nice to have our own space and room to breathe! But after living here for a month, we have discovered a few quirks about our old home:

1. Small scale- People used to be a lot smaller back in the day, which we have realized firsthand. Our 3 bedrooms are tiny and don't account for any extra room. Once we get our master bedroom completely set up, we figure there will be about a foot of space at the end of the bed for maneuvering around the room.

2. Funky floor plans- You have to sit a little sideways in order to use the toilet in the main bathroom. Whoever came up with the idea to install the toilet so close to the vanity clearly wasn't thinking. It's not the most functional bathroom.

3. Missing amenities- There are some modern amenities that just come standard. Our house was built before garbage disposals were considered necessary. I absolutely hate doing dishes in the first place and not having a garbage disposal makes it that much worse. Luckily, Josh usually volunteers for dish duty- I have the best husband!

4. Outdated finishes- Most of the finishes in our house really aren't bad, but some could definitely use an update. Our kitchen floor is far from attractive and you can tell that it's been there awhile. I'm sure it used to be in style, but I will be the first to point out that it's not anymore.













Cramped bathroom and oh-so-lovely kitchen floor.

Even though I've only mentioned the not-so-nice features of our home, we're really happy here. And there are some great features that we love: wood floors throughout, all of the original windows and moldings, a finished basement. It's not flawless, but with a little paint and elbow grease it will be perfect for us.

Goodbye Summer

It changed from summer to fall overnight. And I don't like it. As soon as September 1 hit, the weather decided it was no longer summer and the temperature should instantly drop twenty degrees. Now it's chilly during the day and COLD at night. No more warm sunny days, which means no more shorts and flip flops. Welcome to Fargo.

The end of summer also means the end of my summer break. It's been nice taking some time off from school and work and just relaxing. Now I need to find a job. I hate job hunting, but at the same time I'm tired of being at home all day with nothing to do. I've applied for a few jobs here and there, but now it's time to get down to business.

Labor Day is another sign that summer is over. For the long weekend we made a trip out to the West's lake house. It was a weekend full of boating, surfing, off-roading, sauna-sitting, eating, talking, and more. We had a blast. There were five families altogether, so there was never a dull moment. Josh got to try out his surfing skills and we discovered that I'm a surprisingly good off-road driver for a city girl. Besides spending time with friends, one of the nicest things about the weekend was waking up to this view in the morning:


So it's time to say goodbye to summer. I already miss you...