YAAAASSSSSS

I did it. 

With this post, I have successfully reached my goal of writing at least one more blog post per month more than last year. 

I can’t believe I’ve survived another year.

 

I can’t believe I’m going to turn 30 next year.  THIRTY.

 

This past year has been amazing; I’ve made some amazing new friends, I’ve seen amazing things, went on vacation, started working out more (though, “more” isn’t a lot since I never did anything before).

 

I’ve watched a handful of my friends score their dream jobs and move away to do what they love.  I have a job that I love. I wouldn’t consider it my dream job yet, but I think it definitely has the potential to move in that direction. 

I met a boy (gasp!). And I haven’t even gotten sick of him yet (even bigger gasp!).

So what does that mean for 2015?

I’m not making any lofty goals this year.  This year I just want to enjoy it.  That may mean that the blog will be on hiatus.  (Which, is probably a good thing, because the better my life is, the less time I have to write.) Who knows.  Maybe I’ll write even more.

It’s been real.  And it’s been fun.  And I can’t wait to see what the next adventure brings.

KC

Barney Brief

I talked to Barney last night for the first time in months. 

 

Ok, slight lie- I talked to him briefly on the phone a couple weeks ago, but that was only because I answered the phone to tell him I was at a Christmas party and couldn’t talk; I’m not counting it. 

 

Lenny and I have been hanging out, dating, whatever you want to call it for five months now.  It’s the first time I’ve actually talked to Barney in over five months.  And somehow, nothing has changed between us. 

We still make jokes about my brother, talk about how things between us just worked (really well) except for the whole distance thing

 

 I made fun of how dumb he is… “so I hear you’re not coming home for Thanksgiving anymore?”…”Barney, it’s the end of December.” And just got off the phone feeling a little better about life. 

I miss him; but I couldn’t be happier with where I am.

Today, it’s the simple things in life.

A Public Service Announcement

I'm not good with serious.  I've never been good with serious.  But this is serious. 

 

I found out recently (yesterday) that my brother has been hitting his girlfriend.  His pregnant girlfriend.  In the face. 

 

And my parents know that this has happened and haven't done anything about it. 

 

To say I'm disgusted with the situation would be an understatement. 

 

My mom brought it up yesterday in the most infuriating nonchalant manner that I almost thought she was exaggerating.  And then explained that when my brother drinks he uses his girlfriend as a (and this is a direct quote) "punching bag" ...and then shamed his girlfriend for encouraging him to take shots with her friends on her 21st birthday. 

 

NO. 

 

This is absolutely not ok.  And the worst part about it- is my mom is just sitting back and letting this happen.  IN.  HER.  HOUSE. 

 

 

Growing up, the ONE THING my mother taught me was to never let a man treat me like that.  And here she is, letting HER SON treat the mother of HER GRANDCHILD like that in HER HOUSE.

 

I am so disgusted.

 

And taking the money I would have spent on them for Christmas and donating to their local women's refuge for abused and sexually assaulted women. 

 

Seriously though, if you're in an abusive relationship, GET THE FUCK OUT. It's not worth it and you're worth so much more.

 

The national domestic violence hotline number is: 1-800-799-7233

There are people out there willing to help you; you're not alone.