Monthly Archives: April 2012

10 Things I Forgot to do After College.


Oh Yahoo, you’ve done it again…:)! I’ve done posts before on stuff from Yahoo but I haven’t done it in a while.

When I work on a grant I will every once in a while take a break from it. Today I was scrolling around and found this story. (Don’t worry, here’s the link! )

Some of these titles on this list are ridiculous, Like “Marry Someone Smarter than you” Which isn’t so ridiculous of an idea when you read the explanation to it but couldn’t they come up with something cooler to relate to recent grads? I mean grads work hard to get where they’re at, but entertain them. Today’s culture is all about the entertainment factor right? Or at 24 am I totally out of the loop?

Okay “Read Obituaries”? I mean I do when I do genealogy stuff at work but for an average person my age to just read the obits is kind of pointless and not always in the agenda.

Don’t model your life after a circus animal……that was a possibility for after college? Why didn’t anyone tell me that? I mean I would have stopped being a tiger a long time ago if I had known that it wouldn’t be profitable. Okay remember what I said about the marriage thing and the title? This is the opposite. That one is dumb.

They did mention Teddy Roosevelt in the article. I love Teddy, I have a stuffed Teddy in my apartment. I want to be great like him. Oh wait, this article tells me not to be great. I’m so confused. So it’s true, don’t confuse a blonde.

Then they go with the cliché and say don’t take your life for granted. And I was supposed to join a fraternity. Here I was so convinced that since I didn’t have guy junk I couldn’t join a fraternity. If I would have known I could have, I would have went to a college with a fraternity and I would probably be married by now.

I don’t have some big great point to this post, just bringing an article to people’s awareness. Tomorrow’s post might about my awesome dreams I’ve been having lately.

Cold Hands, Warm Heart


I grew up in South Western North Dakota. If you’ve never been to the area, you should know that there is hardly any trees, it can get REALLY cold and there’s a lot of wind.

I’m not complaining about this. I am a cold weather person. I kind of wilt in heat where as Fall-Early spring I thrive. My hands are cold most of the year. The wind doesn’t bother me. It actually calms me, as weird as that is. Now don’t thing that just because I’m talking about the cold, that it is cold here all the time. It gets over 100 here during the summer.

The reason I bring this up is that my paternal grandmother always says “Cold Hands, Warm Heart”. Growing up, I would always be like “Grandma, it’s -20 out, of course people will have cold hands”, even though I totally got the meaning. Side note, I have never heard someone my age say “Cold Hands, Warm Heart” other than the kids in my family, it has always been my parents’ age or older.

I am not living in a town that is being impacted by the oil industry. This community is a small, tight-knit community with core values and to see all these other people come in, that don’t necessarily have the same values is tough. I go to board meetings and some of my older board members are upset that they now have to start locking their doors. Yes that is tough, but really it’s nice in the fact that you know your town isn’t going to die out any time soon.

But what the town (the non-business owner/old-timer town) is that, yes, we should be cautious of strangers, but we shouldn’t think that everyone is going to rob us blind and kick the original town to the curb. We need to take the mentality of “Cold Hands, Warm Heart”. Like I said before, I have cold hands most of the year and I’m not the most cold person ever. We have to take in consideration the inside of someone not the outside. I’m still learning that on a daily basis.

I knew that took me a long time to get to the point but I wanted to illustrate that this mentality has been put in my brain since birth and that I understand cold.

It’s Friday, I’m tired, work’s being stupid so if this doesn’t make sense, I apologize.

The Library Post


So I’m on this book kick. Again degree in English…don’t be a hater.

Yesterday after work I went to the library which is kiddy corner from the museum. Which is so convenient for me. I love my library. (Caution: Digression coming up)

Reasons I love my library.
1. It’s open 6 days a week. For a small town library-that rocks. My small town library wasn’t open 6 days a week, it was barely open at all. I think I went in like once.
2. Kids hang out there. Though it is for the computers, kids are at the library. YAY. I’ve always been an advocate of reading and starting at an early age (one day I’ll share my story about this) so even if it’s just for the computer, I’m excited to see kids in the library because it’s a start.
3. The Librarians are excited to see people. It’s so easy to walk into a busy place and the librarians are excited. I get a warm welcome every time. (maybe it’s because I help reshelve their books) And there’s more than one librarian, which is so cool for a small library.

Digression over.

Anyway, I walked over yesterday. After talking to Leah (the sort of children’s librarian) I went into the book sale room. (another reason I love the library). I love going into book sale rooms because the books are dirt cheap. At my library they sell paperbacks for a quarter. That’s right, A QUARTER. The book sale room is always my birthday gift to me.

There was someone in there all ready that had a stack of books in her arms. After seeing her, I was like a woman after my own heart. We got to talking and about this book sale room and how many books were packed in this room. There are hundreds of books in this teeny tiny room and we both wanted to jump for joy every time we walk in. Then we started talking about literature and I was excited because I thought I was pretty much the only avid reader in town that was around my age.

I ended up spending way more time in this room than I really needed. I got 8 books for $2. I love my library. I can’t say that enough.

Anyway. Point of this post. Support your local library. As much as I love personal libraries, public libraries are amazing resources for your community. It doesn’t matter if you live in a small town like me or in a city. No matter how good your personal library is, your public library is so better stacked.

This is a long post for me and if you got to the end, thanks for sticking with it. I’ll start posting about other things other than books soon.

This is HUGE Literary Stuff.


So I love to read. I mean I have a degree in English with a minor in history, so I would have to love to read. So, today I’m going to talk about the books I’ve read recently. I haven’t done this before but I’ll try to start doing it more often.

The Pioneer Woman:From Black Heels to Tractor Wheels By Ree Drummond. I’m a fan of Ree. I really am BUT this book is really on her website. It’s still a pretty good read. But if you’re not a big reader, just go to the website, the majority is there.

If You Ask Me (and of course you won’t) by Betty White. I love Betty more than Ree. It’s okay, again, if you aren’t a big reader. But also it’s good if you are really busy, it has short chapters. There is a lot of humor, a lot of Betty’s voice. Again I’m a fan of Betty (my roommate and I had “Golden Girl” marathons in college) so I loved the book.

The Help by Kathryn Stockett. Loved, loved, loved. I did the audio book of this one and I’m glad I did. There’s three different narrators so hearing the different voices helped me. I haven’t read many books on the subject, so it was good. This book is popular for a reason. Well written, it’s an emotion grabber, I loved it. Well done, Stockett, well done.

March by Geraldine Brooks. Meh. I didn’t like it, I didn’t hate it. For those of you who don’t know, this is a book from the father of Little Women‘s view. Again Meh.

The Tea House on Mulberry Street by Sharon Owens. Again Meh. Not my kind of book. There’s a lot of different people’s stories in the book and I’m not a big fan of having a million stories, several yes, millions no. (I’m being a tad Dramatic).

The Divide by Nicholas Evans. I don’t love it BUT I definitely don’t hate it. I luke-warm like it. After I found out the writer was not from the area he wrote about, I was skeptical. Write what you know is what I always hear. But it was well done. I’m always amused that when someone dies in a book, all the books that I’ve read have been put in like Montana or Idaho. But kudos to Evans, decent book.

These have been a few (not all) of the books since the first of the year. I’ll try to be better at updating on my books.