Tired of Calling My Mommy

Ok, so I admit it I am a Mommy's girl but then again so are my two sisters. My Dad don't get me wrong is great but is generally sort of quiet and seems to just want to stay out of the way. So, here I am in the post huge project blah's with a summer cold and a billion things to do.

So, instead of working on packing, prepping for my new job, making a list of the things I need to do pre-graduation celebration I called my Mom since I wasn't feeling well and went to bed early. Mom as always was a huge comfort . . .But as with all life' little hickups it would have been nice to have someone who was just there for me. So as much as I complain about everyone all the sudden pushing on me to find someone. OK not just "someone." I want to find the right someone.

Until then I guess I will just have to keep calling my Mom on the happy and tough days to have someone to share them with.

I'm Everyone's Favorite Project

So now that both of my sisters have gotten married and are now either mommy or mommy to be, all the attention seems to be on me. I have in the last several years gotten off pretty easy with my Mom protecting me from my relatives prying question, "So when are you going to get married?" Granted, her protection of me was all brought on by the seemingly endless onslaught of "So when are you going to get married?" questions at my sisters wedding. At one of the two events I actually counted and was asked 87 times. . .Really. But apparently now that I am finally finishing up school the gloves are off.

In the past couple of weeks I have had a new round of intrusions from family members including an unexpected intrusion by one of my sisters. Who not so politely explained to me. . ."Well no one is perfect J. . .you aren't perfect. So what if "insert guy's name here" wasn't perfect. You can't be single for ever." Really? Is there a law against it? I am not saying that is what I want but I also don't want to marry the first person who wants to marry me. If I did I am sure I could find some nice illegal immigrant to marry.

My "cool" grandmother also out of the blue sent me an email asking if she could give me email address to some random guy who came into her work who mentioned he would be moving to Las Vegas in December. Then when I saw her during my visit to see "Peanut", she spent the whole time giving me the hard sell on this guy! Really I don't have a hard time getting a date. . .I am just picky about who I let stick around.

Oh well . . . I guess my day of reckoning with my family's obsession with getting me happily married off has been coming for a while at least I was able to put it off while I got my degree.

OK, so I have been a bad blogger. . .

I know the whole point of a blog is to write on it and keep it up. . .and I have not done that lately. I swear if you knew what all I have been doing lately to try to ensure my move to Vegas was smooth and successful you would understand and forgive me. Also so many great and monumental things have happened to me out in the real world it is amazing I have even managed to focus on my move and graduation.

OK. . .life developments. . .

1) I am now an aunt of an 8lb 10 oz. bouncing baby boy affectionately nicknamed "Peanut." I know a cruel thing to do to a kid but I swear that: 1) I didn't start it, 2) it was started innocently enough when "Peanut" was still peanut sized and now it has stuck 3) As his aunt I will try not to call him by his embarrassing nickname in front of his friends . . .when he is old enough to actually have friends. However, until then Peanut will probably mostly remain Peanut to me. . .Especially since his Mommy and Daddy picked a name that specifically could not be shortened and his real name doesn't exactly trip off the tongue and seems a bit big for such a little guy.

(This also somewhat explains the reason the blog has been soooooo . . . quiet. Being a new aunt and my oohhhh so cute nephew necessitated two trips to Orlando in the last month and a few shortly before he came to see my cute round little sister and help her prepare her nursery for Peanut's big arrival.)

2) My other sister (no the same sister isn't pulling a Britney Spears) is going to make me an aunt again in February. First they got married within six months of each other, despite being 6 years apart in age, and now they are having babies within 7 months of each other. Really, they need to be more considerate in planning their life events. . .I know these are great joyous occasions and all but come on give a girl's budget time to recover from one round of present buying before you start the next round. My younger sister in revenge for the aforementioned nickname has already nicknamed Peanut's new cousin "Bean." My guess is that both cousins will eventually need therapy once the are actually old enough to know what angst is and for that (and a myriad of other reasons which may appear in a later blog) I am happy to be their Auntie and not their Mommy.

3) After years. . . .Yes, I really mean years of college (10+ to be exact). I am officially graduating for the last time with my PhD. Yikes! Like I wasn't scary enough to men as a normal single girl now I have to tote around the title. So now I am a little torn do I go by Dr. Singleton or just continue to hide my super identity as a blogger? I think so that my students don't have too much fun at my expense I will just continue to go by "J" or Dr. "insert real last name here." Yes, I will now be responsible for warping the minds of numerous graduate students for years to come. . .

Well, the countdown to Vegas Begins! The graduation announcements will soon be sent. I guess this will be the biggest experiment yet for me. . .Move smallish town East Coast girl to big Southwestern city and see what happens.