2013

Last year, Justin and I celebrated the new year by going to Walmart and buying all our favorite snack food and setting it up on a table in the living room while we watched the NYE celebration on tv. We were by ourselves, and it was like a fun sleepover party where we watched Fergie and her hip dancing thing that we ended up imitating all year.

This year, we're doing the same thing. I'm looking forward to Fergie, and hopefully she won't disappoint. We have the best mashup of snacks and chips and salsa and stuff that will probably be way too much to eat in one night.

Right now, it's already 2014 on the east coast. We have less than an hour left in this year. This may be our last year to spend New Year's Eve at home alone, and we are making the most of it.

I hope 2014 is as promising for you as I feel it is for me. I hope it brings you magic and blessings and laughter and good even if it's sad or imperfect sometimes.

Happy 2014!

December

I love the holidays. At first, you'd think it's for the food. (It's totally for the food.) But really, when I think about it, I absolutely love the atmosphere. The energy. The ambiance. It's probably the only time of year when you can experience a windless Oklahoma night. If you're lucky, there will be snow on the ground, glistening in the mixture of moonlight and colorful Christmas lights.

There are few things I love more than sitting in my living room on a December night, under a blanket, basking in the glow of the Christmas tree. (Pinterest is probably part of this experience.) And, if I have my way, some sweet Christmas music would be softly playing in the background, and the Scentsy would be filling the room with Christmas Cottage.

This is the precious time of my life when Justin and I can spend hours together under glowing Christmas lights in the calm of midnight, interrupted only by our dog's snores. Playing loud and hilarious card games, drinking chocolate milk, and maybe indulging in the occasional midnight snack. Laughing at how much of a difference a year can make, how far we've come, and where we want to go in the future.

This time of year is significant for many reasons. I celebrate the birth of Jesus. I celebrate family. I celebrate the peace I find during this holiday in quiet moments, however long they last. But I also celebrate the beauty in an ending. The end of a year. The end of a season. We need it. We need this time to say goodbye. To celebrate a year of good and bad, of difficulty and of blessings.

The time I have now with everyone I love is invaluable. Throw in some holiday food and... Well, it's not heaven, but it just might be the next best thing.

23 Years

I've lived on this planet for 23 years and a day. More, if you count gestational time, but I won't. I've learned a ton of stuff, most of which amounts to the fact that I know basically nothing. Some of it, though, might actually be useful in the future. Might have been useful in the past, too, but here I am, mostly better for it.

When I was 5 years old, my sister, Peyton, was born. I remember, like it was yesterday, being fascinated with age, asking my parents all kinds of questions. "How old will Peyton be when I'm 6?" Still 0. "How old will I be when Peyton is 6?" 11 years old. I freaked out. ELEVEN?! I'll practically be an adult!

This cycle continued for years, until I turned 17. Then, I didn't care. I felt perfectly content as a 17-year-old, and when I turned 18, I welcomed it with open arms. It was time.

Now, 23 seems simultaneously perfect and premature. It's certainly not old, but aren't I supposed to have life figured out by now? Aren't I supposed to know what I want?

I know myself better. I'm more myself and still not quite myself yet.

I had a list of things I've learned lately that I was going to share. I decided not to use it. Seems silly, at this point, because one of the main things I've learned is that I still have so much left to learn.

But I made it this far. And I know where I'm going.

And that is enough.

Music Monday ON A WEDNESDAY! "Say Something"

I present to you the FIRST EVER Music Monday on Reghanland... ON A WEDNESDAY! Because why not? I make the rules.

This week's focus is "Say Something" by A Great Big World feat. Christina Aguilera. The song is beautiful, vulnerable, simple. The music video made me cry, but it seems everything does these days. I truly hope you feel the song and enjoy it.

Picking Up Chicks, Lesson 1: Get your own card

(Kora, the star of the show.)

Let's say you're at Tres Cantina on a Thursday night. You're there because someone you know - your cousin, perhaps - is playing there. It's a beautiful night in the late summer, so they've opened up the back patio, which is a perfect setting. You've got your best friend (who is also your cousin, extended, by marriage, who will share credit with you forever on making that marriage happen so you could be cousins) with you.

Let's also say that there are three guys hanging around near your table. They are going on and on about something, which turns out to be the "well water" they ordered. They find it extremely disgusting, and they offer you and your friend some. "Heck no," you say, rightly so, since, HELLO, that's gross. Plus, the guys in this hypothetical situation are harmless, but in other situations, you could totally get roofied that way. Duh.

One of them sees your iPhone. It's clearly a 3GS, so he asks when you're due for an upgrade. Let's be honest, it doesn't matter when you're available for an upgrade. He would've responded in the same way. He pulls out a Best Buy business card. Turns out, he's an employee there. He writes his name on the card, since it's actually someone else's card, and tells you to stop by and he can hook you up with an upgrade.

Do you go?

...Your answer should be no. No, you don't go. It's certainly not the worst pickup ever, but it was absolutely not successful, and homegirl (yours truly) next to you was trying not to die laughing right there, and you don't even live here, and he looked like he could easily have been 15 years older than you, and a bar & grill on a Thursday night in a city you don't live in is certainly not where you pick up guys who look 15 years older than you and give you someone else's business card so you can drive to see him at his work on the premise of getting an upgrade.

It's weird.

Cruise Post 2 of 2: Belize & Cozumel

Read part one to get caught up.

Belize City, Belize

Belize City was the second of the three ports of call we visited. The coral reef is protected, so our ship couldn't dock on the port. We had to anchor out and take a 15-minute tender boat ride to the port. The water where we were dropped of was very brown and had a lot of trash floating in it.

There are huge gates that separate the port shops from the city itself. From what I've heard, this is for the best. You can go into town, but nobody recommends it. The prices are dirt cheap (I hear) but it's extremely dangerous. Even being in the shops outside the gates, there were people with flyers crawling on the huge gate and laying on the ground, sticking their hands through, trying to lure you into town to take their $10 tour.

Don't know who that man is, by the way.

Drink stand.

It rained for a solid 5 minutes, and the rest of the time was perfectly warm and sunny. The prices were decent, but they weren't cheap enough to make me return for the shopping. They have a restaurant/bar called the Wet Lizard, which seems like a fun place, but we didn't eat there. We got back on the boat and headed to the ship much earlier than we planned, which ended up being for the best, because many people nearly got left behind! (We believe this was because of the people running the tender boats. The last boat ran at 4:15pm ship time so the ship could leave at 5 - which it did. However, when the ship stopped, we were on our balcony, watching 4 loads of people get dropped off from the boats. They had no idea. They were all taking pictures and waving at us, having a grand ol' time. Ignorance is bliss, I guess, until you watch your ship leave without you.

Catch a fish, drop a fish, catch a fish, drop a fish...

Cozumel, Mexico

Cozumel is a more popular port. That's nice for them, but not for us Americans. From the port where we docked, there all kinds of shops and a couple of restaurants to see. It's all very pretty, and just strolling around is nice. It's extremely commercialized, though, and the prices are astronomical. You can take a 10-minute taxi ride into town, but we have yet to do this in the two times we've been there.

Our prepaid excursion was for snorkeling and a beach party. However, because it was so cloudy and rainy, we had the option to get a refund instead. I will not deny that, at the time of the offer, I was very much in love with the idea of getting back on the ship and taking a hot shower & a long nap. But, since we had so many people in our party, we decided it was all or nothing - either we all went on the excursion or we all got back on the ship. The majority, myself included, voted we ignore the crappy weather and do the excursion as planned. I am SO glad we did, too, because snorkeling was amazing!

We boarded the catamaran, which holds 130 people and is usually full for this excursion, ended up having around 20. When we got to where we were snorkeling, we got our gear on and jumped in the water. Between the cloudy sky and the rain, you couldn't see below the water's surface. When I jumped in, I was not prepared for the beautiful sight. I jumped directly into a school of fish! I'm sure the water was not a clear as in the daytime, but you could see all kinds of coral and other fish in the distance. The salty water was disgusting, and eventually the waves made me seasick for the first time in my life, but I can't wait to see the photos we took. I'm excited to snorkel again someday.

The only sun we got all day.

We got back on the boat and went to the beach, where we played on the huge inflatables in the water and ate an $11 meal. (Yes, $11 per person: big burger with potato salad and pasta salad.)

Overall, the whole trip was amazing. Honestly, I could go on a cruise and never get off the ship and be perfectly satisfied, but now I know I can never pass up another opportunity to explore Roatan or go snorkeling. I can't wait until our next cruise.

*All photos in this post were taken with my Samsung ST76.

Cruise Post 1 of 2: Roatan

You guys.

Justin & I went on a cruise with some of his family (and a handful of others) late last month. I am here now to tell you all about it.

We sailed on the Carnival Magic for seven days and visited three ports:

1. Isla Roatan, Honduras
2. Belize City, Belize
3. Cozumel, Mexico

This is our second cruise. Our first was with on the now-retired Carnival Ecstasy (which is currently being transformed into the Carnival Sunshine) a few months after our wedding in 2010. We were completely by ourselves, and it was the first trip we had taken alone. We drove the near-8 hours to Galveston, stopping to sleep in Conroe the night before boarding. We were so excited and anxious, we drove around the Port of Galveston for 10 minutes searching for our parking lot (which ended up being right in front of the terminal). We were so relieved to just get on the ship! It was terrifying and awesome, and it wasn't until this cruise that we realized how special that time was. We look back and just want to pinch our own little cheeks for being so adorable. (And we're sure we'll continue this cycle for the rest of our lives.)

This cruise, we had 10 people in our party. Besides Justin and myself, we had 5 family members, 2 friends, and a neighbor. We drove two cars, and the car I was in ended up being the fun one. (Duh.) The trip down was extremely stressful, but we made it Conroe intact. We all ate at Wolfies for dinner that night, which is a really good seafood restaurant that sits right on the lake, but many of us were disappointed that they were out of crawfish for the season. AND the most upsetting part is that the servers were all wearing awesome Wolfies t-shirts and sweaters that wouldn't be available for customers for another 2 weeks! Lame.

View of Roatan from the ship in port.

We fell in love with Roatan. It was the first of three stops, and that set up the other two for complete failure, honestly. The people are amazing, the landscape is beautiful, and there's just a sense of community there. We met up with our tour guide, Kislin, who has been leading tours for 16 years. We were taken ziplining first, which is way more fun than I imagined. Afterward, we got to play with some monkeys and see their other animals, like toucans, sloths, and deer. (No deer hunting in Honduras, by the way, unless you want to go to jail. They told us the deer only have two babies in their lifetime, so they are very protected.)

Coconut trees and campaign posters.

View of the ship from the zipline cliff.

In Roatan, most everyone speaks both English and Spanish. The official language is Spanish, but the primary language is English. The teacher/student ratio is so unbalanced that they split classes up so some kids go to school in the morning, and the rest go in the afternoon. Most college classes are taught in the evenings.

An old wrecked ship by the other port in Roatan. (That's the Carnival Victory, not ours.)

Our tour guide took us to the pharmacy so we could get some medicine for one in our party with a sinus infection. They went in to buy the medicine, and the pharmacist asked if they had a prescription. When they said no, she immediately went in to tell the doctor. $20 and half an hour later, they had seen the doctor and gotten their prescription. (Talk about health care.)

The pharmacy.

We had lunch in a small restaurant right on the water. The view was awesome on all sides, and the food was great. The tacos were similar to American tamales, and comparing authentic Spanish food to a type of Americanized Mexican food made me laugh.

Walking up to where we'd eat lunch. (That's the owner of the restaurant.)

The view from my seat at lunch.

View of the restaurant from the pier. We're in the top part!

When we finished lunch, we continued our tour and ended up at a private beach called Parrot Bay. I had taken so many pictures all day, my battery died when we got there. Because of that, I wasn't able to capture the tiny hermit crabs Justin and I encountered as we walked around the water, or the dead squid we saw on the bank. This private beach was surrounded by nice townhouses (contact Century21) and also included a beautiful private pool.

After that, we headed back to the ship. Even though I was tired and sunburned, it was truly sad to leave. We intend on going back someday, and maybe if I'm lucky, we can have a vacation home there! I vote yes.

*All photos in this post were taken with my Samsung ST76.

Tyler's Birthday

You know what I love?

Birthdays.

Not just my birthday. And not even for the gifts. I prefer two things: 1) a ton of friends to accompany me to a restaurant (Dave & Buster's is a recent fave.) and 2) some sort of lunch/dinner meal with family and pie.

Angel food cake is also perfectly acceptable.

I have the added benefit of my birthday being on or almost on Thanksgiving, and if you know me at all, you know this is pretty much my own personal heaven. Because FOOD.

Anyway, I love birthdays in general. They're like their own holiday. The sprinkles, the sparkles, the mood, CAKE. Can I get a woop woop for some neatly or not so neatly wrapped gifts? Y A Y !

Maybe you think birthdays are childish. To you, I say stop harshing my mellow. If your heart doesn't sing at a chance to celebrate life, maybe you should find your inner child and realize that birthdays are for everybody!

So, my good friend Tyler turned 21 on Monday. Woo! *fist pump* His ID was expired, so we spent most of the day trying to renew it. Such a long story. We ended up not getting it renewed, but AS IT TURNS OUT, only 1 of the 3 places we went even looked at the expiration date. (They wouldn't accept his birth certificate. I asked.)

The grainiest photo in all the land.

We went to Cheesecake Factory, his restaurant of choice. Others may hold different opinions, but I think this place is the bomb. (It should be noted that I exclusively order pasta here.) We get the oh-so-delicious guacamole and some surprisingly stellar mojitos for which they didn't even ID us. I'll forgive them for it, though, because first of all, I don't want to look like a minor. Second, our server was the best server probably ever.

My blueberry mojito. *swoon*

He also had an Asian pear martini which he says is awesome but I'm just going to take his word for it. And OF COURSE we got cheesecake, which is arguably the best part of the whole thing.

We met one of his sisters at Edna's, which we learned is totally in a weird and awkward place. The walls and ceiling and basically the whole inside is covered in dollar bills. Some new, many very old and gross, but apparently the fun is to find your last dollar each time you go. Tyler and I decided we prefer to spend our dollars instead of staple them to the walls, but in honor of his birthday and experiencing something new, he put a dollar on the wall.

We didn't stay here long. We followed up with a visit to Henry Hudson's for the free t-shirt, but this dude was definitely doing his job and saw that Tyler's ID was expired, so that was a short-lived experience. The guy was "killing our vibes" anyway, as Tyler put it, and we only went there for the free t-shirt, so we couldn't be mad, really.

Watch out, World, this crazy is totally legal and now has access to all your favorite hang-outs. Unless your favorite hang-outs are places like Dave & Buster's, in which case, all of us have always been allowed in there and we've probably had a blast together already.

I am Susie Homemaker

When I'm laying -- lying... whatever -- in bed at night, I just shut my eyes and think. I'm not that tired, but then I get a text. Suddenly, I'm the most exhausted I've ever been, and simply opening my eyes would use up the very last fumes of energy I have. It's not about the time, it's not about who. It's the fact that my brain decided to sleep already. Sorry, I don't call the shots. Brain does. So I lie, eyes closed, havin' a good ol' back 'n' forth with my brain to decide of it would be worth it to just wait and open the text in the morning, when my eyes don't weigh a zillion pounds and my arms aren't so perfectly snuggled under the warm covers. Last night, that happens. I answered the text, except then I had to get up and pee, and my scalp was throbbing because my hair has been in a bun all week, and I could taste toothpaste in my mouth, which was surprisingly unpleasant.

And really, I'm not lying in bed, I'm lying on the couch. Because that's where we've been sleeping lately. We have a mission today to go to my parents' house and retrieve our bed and dresser. The bed we have been using was left by the previous homeowners (we're tenants here, not owners) and let me tell you about this bed. IT'S HORRIBLE. The box spring is broken and the mattress has to be the first mattress ever made. It finally got to the point where I couldn't move my neck even to drive, and the couch looked preeeeetty comfortable. So here we are, today, finally getting our big, awesome bed from my parents' garage.

To make room for this, though, I've spent the last three days fighting in the cleaning war I waged on this house. It was overdue for a good cleaning anyway.

I won't go into all the gruesome details, but just know that I am amazing and I should have been a stay-at-home wife much sooner. My brilliant plan is to make myself invaluable as Susie Homemaker so Justin will see I am much better off here than at any 9 to 5.

That probably means it's time I got on the cooking train.

...Hahahahahahahaha I'm not getting on the cooking train. I'm Susie Homemaker, not Betty Crocker. Let's just be honest with ourselves. If I get on the cooking train, all my loved ones need to host an intervention, because I'll either like cooking suddenly and the real Reghan has been abducted by aliens, OR I'll weigh 400 pounds and everyone else will starve because I have a habit of eating all the food as it cooks.

So... what's the best way to clean a mattress?

On Food: Panera Pickup

I am not a spokeswoman for Applebees or anything, so I don't know this for sure, but I'm pretty positive that their secret ingredient in everything is jalapenos. I'm pretty sure it's a fact. I don't mind a little bit of heat every now and then, but I hate jalapenos. They're hot, sure, but they don't even taste good.

Justin (husband) thinks that Cracker Barrel's secret ingredient is brown sugar. I have no idea why this thought would be repulsive in any way. I love the Barrel. Used to work there, even! If their secret ingredient is brown sugar, then I must love brown sugar even more than I thought I did.

Justin is super sick right now, and for lunch I went to Chick-fil-A to get him some chicken noodle soup. Their chicken noodle soup is second to none. I love soup, so I got myself a bowl as well. It was amazing and delicious, so when he wanted more for dinner, I was all about it. Turns out, they were out of soup. WORST DAY EVER. It was probably a couple of jerks who ate it all for lunch! So, instead, I decided to go to Panera for soup. Problem was, I had my dog with me. He loves car rides, whatever. He was there. I didn't want to leave him in the car, so I called in the order on my way to drop him off at home so I could just run back and pick up the food. The timing would be about perfect. Problem is, I didn't want to search for the number while I drove, so I did the ol' 411. She mentioned a few locations, and I thought I recognized all but one, and I knew they weren't right, so I went with the one I didn't recognize, assuming it was the one I wanted. I put in my order, all was good.

They close at 9pm, so I made it back to Panera in time to pick up my order. They didn't have an order keyed in for me. Some guy from the back came over and was all "GAHH!" and threw a "Sorry about that, ma'am," over his shoulder as he went back to work. LUCKILY I was making my order all over again, because this time I got the very last apple crunch muffin which is straight from Heaven. They didn't have sweet tea, but NO BIG DEAL because I recently made the difficult decision to drink unsweetened tea if I'm going to drink tea, and they have unsweetened açaí berry tea that I'm sure is also straight from Heaven. Even more so than Texadelphia's raspberry hibiscus tea with lime.

SO. As I waited, I sat down next to a poster that advertised their autumn squash soup, and I kicked myself for not having seen it sooner. I watched a chick mop the floor, which turned out not to be a total waste, because the mop itself actually broke off the handle mid-sweep, which is probably the most exciting thing to happen there since that one time when a chick walked in to pick up a to-go order that hadn't even been keyed in. Crazy day! I got my food and was able to walk out of there pretty much right at 9pm. I don't even get out of the parking lot before I get a call from... you guessed it, Panera!

"You placed a to-go order with us. We close in two minutes. Will you be picking up your order?" When she asks this, I wonder if this girl was hidden behind all the baked goods somewhere and just missed the whole thing. I explained that the order wasn't keyed in, they made me a new one, I just left with it. She starts to ask me another question, and it hits me: I called the wrong location.

"I am so sorry. It's totally my fault, I called the wrong location, which explains why they didn't have it keyed in," I said.
She replies, "No, I think you called the right location, you just picked it up at the wrong place."

...What? No. Hold up. First of all, this is absolutely a 6's scenario. I'm all, "It's 6!" And she's all, "Actually, it's a half dozen." Second of all, screw the 6's scenario! I'm totally right! I knew exactly where I'd pick it up, I just called the wrong place!

Then she says, "Did you pick it up at the one off of 40?" Yes. "By the steakhouse and the Petsmart?" Yes, that's where I went. "Strange," she says, and we end the call.

I then realize that both of the locations in question are off of 40 and are by a steakhouse and a Petsmart. Freeeeaky. She probably thinks I'm the dumbest customer alive. Maybe I am, but at least I got my apple crunch muffin and at least I got to see a chick lose half her mop and at least I got to discover the wonders of new exotic teas - however short-lived, because I drank half of it and spilled the rest as I pulled it out of the fridge for a "midnight snack" of sorts. No caffeine this late, I suppose.

Cats & Interviews

Imma give you a little insight into the psyche of a cat. "Hey, I'm a cat. I'm gonna pee on this plant here until it's dead, then I'm gonna wait until 11:30 at night and start loudly eating one of the dead leaves of the pee pee plant. I'm going to also climb on you while you're trying to sleep and take my shank-like paw and step right on your boob with all my weight. I'll be standing just like that for at least five minutes, kneading you and rubbing my fang into your face and tickling your nose with my whiskers while you try to sleep."

Honestly, cats are freakin' weirdos, man.

You know what else is weird? The job interview I went to yesterday. I found the opening through a post on Craigslist. In my experience, if they don't include their company name (first red flag) or any contact information other than the jumbled email address they were assigned by Craigslist (second red flag), then they probably aren't a real company and I honestly have no idea why they waste people's time with bogus ads for entry-level admin positions. Anyway, this particular ad actually had a company AND a street name (Bonus!), so I sent my resume.

After Googling them to make sure they actually existed, of course. You can never be too sure with that Craigslist.

So, I get an email back the next morning from the manager requesting that I come in for an interview. I am not getting awesome vibes (though not bad ones, either) but I think of all the unemployed people out there wishing they could even get an interview some place, and I decide it's better for me not to make decisions before I even meet these people.

I drive my fancy little booty up there. It was much farther than I thought. In non-rush hour, it took me 35 minutes to get there. This, my people, is a long time to drive to work. Still a good 10-12 minutes away, all I could think of was WHY AM I STILL DRIVING seriouslyIcannotdothiseveryday. It would take me a solid hour to make that drive in 5 o'clock traffic! And I don't have AC or a heater, people! These are things I must consider!

Aaaaaaanyway, I pull in, relieved I'm there early so I can use the restroom before my interview. It did take me nearly all day to get there, after all. I notice the hours on the door are 8:30am to 5:30pm. You should be caught up with me by this point, so it won't surprise you that I'm a TAD concerned about how many minutes I'll have each day between getting home and going to bed. I brush it off for now, and walk in. There are a few people in the waiting room, and the TV is way too loud for the setting. I walk up to the window. The woman there looked a little older than middle-aged. She was on the phone, so I waited. Without looking up, she scooted the clipboard with the patient sign-in sheet on it over to me. I put my name down and wrote INTERVIEW where the doctor's name would have gone if I were here as a patient. I took a seat. She soon hung up the phone, so I approached her and asked her where the bathroom was, and followed her instructions. When I came back out, she handed me paperwork to fill out. An Application for Employment. Naturally. The only part about this that made me angry is that it took me 20 minutes to fill out this sheet OF INFORMATION THEY KNOW THEY ALREADY HAVE. I don't care if this is normal, it's stupid. Can you just attach the resume to the back of this instead of have me fill out my employment history AGAIN? Because, you know, I've already taken the time to do this beforehand and send it to you all nice and pretty. No. No, they can't, and it was a huge waste of time, because the manager took me back and had my resume sitting on her desk, not my application. She seemed friendly. She had me sit in the seat across from her desk, and as she took her seat behind her desk, she asked me what made me want a job in this industry.

...I need a job. That's what. I didn't seek them out and high five all my friends when I scored an interview. It goes something like this: Need job. Search for job. Apply for job. Interview for job. Get hired. Let's skip the part where I tell you how awesome your chosen industry is and how I want what the company wants, blah blah blah. Instead, I'll tell you how I will be the best administrative assistant you have ever had, and that does not make me feel like I'm being phony or sucking up.

Of course, I didn't say any of this.

During the course of the interview, I am relaxed, personable, professional... probably the best I'll ever interview in my life, and I don't even want the job. It's not a good fit for me at all. At one point, the girl who would be training me, a student who was about to leave for some school opportunity, came in. She couldn't have been more than a year or so older than me, but her voice is really what gave away her youth. She asked if I had any experience doing admin work. Ha! She obviously hasn't seen my resume, and when I tell her of the near decade of experience I have in administrative work, she assures me that every place is different and all but says how hard administrative work is. What? If it's as hard as she's making it sound, I want to know two things: 1) what in the heck they aren't telling me about this position, and 2) why they aren't offering a higher wage to do it.

My mom told me not to sell myself short.
"Anyone with a personality at all can be taught to do admin work," I said.
"You have to remember you started at a very young age doing this," she told me.

The manager comes back in and asks if the other girl answered all my questions. I am so confused by this, I can't even tell you. Are none of you people listening to me? I'm actually over-qualified for this job! I don't have questions about how to be an admin assistant. I know what the job entails, and, in fact, I'd be doing so little there, I could do it in my sleep. I asked the other girl questions for which I wouldn't need answers until after I started work, only because she seemed concerned by the fact that I didn't have any questions!

Bottom line, I have no idea what to think. I mean, between the stone lady up at the front desk, the manager who asked me questions and cut me off mid-answer to justify why she asked them, the college chick who apparently landed herself in the hardest admin role known to man, and the sheer distance... A job is a job, I know. But at what point do you have to admit that it's just not a good fit? If I were supposed to have this job, I would at least feel peace about it.

I don't feel peace about it. Instead, I feel like I'd rather be home, getting stepped on by my cat and replacing the live dead plants with fake ones.

Keepin' It Light

I had a slammin' time today. No stress! Yay! Okay, maybe a little stress. But only for a second. Also, as it turns out, I'm unemployed. But in the best of ways. (No hard feelings. It was just time.) And I cannot even tell you how light my heart is. If it could only stay this way forever, it would be nearly impossible for you to live without me.

I had a coffee date with the babe-iest of babes, Miss Eclectic Darling. We talked about coffee and people on Instagram and tattoos, and made spur-of-the-moment plans to murder adorable chicks in Starbucks and steal their clothes. (We didn't, mostly because we didn't have time.)

Then, hubby and I had dinner with his mom and her man. I was trying to hold back the insane me, all high on the mocha latte I had on an empty stomach. I over-analyze, so I spent a good chunk of the way home wondering if I sounded and looked as crazy as I felt. "I'm all jacked up on Mountain Dew!" You just roll with it, I guess. Would I have traded my coffee date to not seem like a squirrel on Red Bull? No. No, I wouldn't. And that, my friends, is the mark of a good time.

As far as good times go, I'm wondering when Fall is going to decide to show up. It's late. It's pulling a Spring, let's be real, and Spring really ticks me off. It's late EVERY YEAR! I mean, come on! You'd think it'd be used to it by now! And here we are, waiting on Fall to show up, and what do we get? We get nothing but Tumblr photos of fall and Pinterest recipes for pumpkin-flavored everything, RUDE. Well, I, for one, am fed up. I'm standing my ground. I refuse to participate in one more summer day. Time is up!

Phew. Now that that's off my chest, we can get back to happy things, like how much I'm into metallics right now or where I'll live next.

Because life is changing, people! EMBRACE.

A not-so-introduction.

Hi! It's Reghan. Welcome to Reghanland! Listen, I hate web design. It's just not my thing. Someday, someone will pull this shabby site together and make me look like a pro. Today is not that day, and tomorrow definitely isn't either. Can't really justify paying someone to fancy up my blog if the longest I've ever consistently posted was for less than a year. Then again, I'd surely use it forever if it looked great, right? Right. Awesome! Maybe tomorrow is that day!

I did a horrible thing. I went through all my Facebook photos. ALL. Don't do this. I don't recommend it at all. I actually posted a ton of horrible photos of myself over the years! What was I thinking? Are all the photos I post now going to look equally gross later on? Probably! I can't post photos under these conditions! I'm just setting myself up!

I have to tell you this, and please don't think less of me. (Luckily, you haven't seen my old Facebook photos.) ...I love fall. Ugh! It sounds cliche just coming out of my mind's mouth! In my favor, I can't get on the pumpkin spice latte bandwagon with everyone else, but I can totally wave and wish them well, because it symbolizes so much more than a pumpkin-y cup o' joe. I can appreciate that.

So, it's fall, I've got this blog now, I'll never post another selfie on Facebook (lie). I wasn't being random on purpose. (Random is another cliche term. *eye roll*) It works, though, because it brings me to my final point. I don't need a purpose. I don't need direction. Totally overrated. What I need is to be like the river, but in the Pocahontas way, because even though her dad was right, she was more right. I'm sure she's a Sagittarius. Bottom line, I'm gon' do me. This blog gon' do me. Always moving, always changing. It is whatever I want it to be. I'll keep it real. I'll change it up. Because you know what? You never step in the same river twice.