The Other Path

Yesterday a thought struck me. I try to live my life not obsessing over the other path. You know, “the road not taken”. Everyone has one. There are constantly little trails that parallel the path we are currently on. So many decisions create these trails. But every once in a while, there are paths that branch off. Those are the moments where we made life-changing decisions. Those are the moments that we sometimes wonder about.

Some people like to play the “What if?” game. They like to try and think about what their life would be like if they had chosen the other path. I’ve come to dislike that game. I’ve seen many people get hung up on speculating about that other path. Maybe it’s because of loving Doctor Who, but you would not be the same person you are right now. And that’s why I don’t play.

I like who I am right now. Granted, my brain starts to wander toward the edge of my path every once in a while, trying to get a glimpse of that other path through the trees. But I gently steer myself away from it and focus on where I am right now. It’s the only thing that I can be certain about. I can speculate all I want about what life on the other path looks like, but I will never know. And I am fine with that.

I am happy with who I am and where I am right now. I have an amazing husband, a wonderful assortment of friends with whom I can talk with just about anything, and I am enjoying what I am studying and BGSU. I like to think that the theory of parallel universes is on to something, and there is a parallel me who decided to go ahead and go to Gallaudet who is wondering what life would have been like if she had decided to go to BGSU. But we’ll never know.

Unless the TARDIS comes along and we accidentally go to that universe…

Yule Greetings!

Happy Yule to all of you who celebrate this amazing day in the year!

I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned this before, but my husband and some of our closest friends are Wiccan/Pagan and celebrate Yule. Something about this year is making me wish we did something special for Yule. We celebrate Christmas with my family and his, but Yule is a separate time that we could really make our own.

This year we exchanged gifts. But it feels like it’s not enough. I think I’m going to have to do some more looking at the meaning of this day and the way others celebrate it and talk with the hubby. I’d love to have something to do to celebrate next year. Something that we can turn into a wonderful tradition for the two of us.

I just felt like sharing that. Happy Yule!


This one word rarely has as much meaning behind it as it does now. On Saturday, the last of my responsibilities for the semester. It was the end of my first semester of graduate school, and I survived!

I got everything I would need for the next three weeks packed up and drove back home. After a semester of coming back on weekends and living out of my suitcase for those weekends, it felt so good to really come home. To put my things away in the bathroom. To put my things away in the bedroom. To not have a paper to write, a class to prepare to teach, readings to do for class, anything to grade. Freedom.

I still have some work to prepare to teach next semester. But I have time to do it. I can relax and take my time and it get done well. I can look over all my notes and incorporate what I’ve been wanting to. I can take the time to remember what I wanted to explain better. I can think about what was used this semester and figure out what I felt worked really well and what I felt didn’t work with me.

I am so glad to be home where I have a hubby who is happy to have me here, a bed that is off the floor, a kitchen that is mine, and space. My space. Our space. Space where I can just chill and recharge my introverted self. I am so glad to be home.


Adjusting to life in as a graduate student has been a challenge at times. I’ll probably have it figured out the day before I graduate. 🙂

Being a graduate student is very different than being an undergraduate student.There are times where you have to read an entire book for class. Sometimes you have so many chapters and articles to read that it feels like you’re reading a book. Sometimes you have a week to do it. Sometimes you only have a few days. Many times you have to write something about what you’ve read for the week. Every class you need to be prepared to talk about it.

And then there’s all the added responsibilities of being a Teaching Assistant. You have to go to the lectures with the rest of the undergrads, take really thorough notes on the lecture, and read what they’re reading. You have extra class times where you meet with the professor, talk about readings for that class, and get things ready for the recitation that you’re teaching. You’re doing all of this so you can teach the class yourself next semester.

On top of all of that you have to keep your thesis in the back of your mind. The big papers you write for class can become part of your thesis, so you think about how it can fulfill the requirements set down by the professor while still working toward your personal goal.

That’s just at school. There’s also life off of campus. You need to keep these two thing in balance, which is hard to do. Even harder for me with my hubby and friends two hours away. Also going from having a space that only my hubby and I share to having a space of my own and space I share with three other ladies who have been living there longer than me.

It can be overwhelming at times. Especially for an introvert. But I wouldn’t give it up for the world. I’m finally continuing my education and doing it in a field where I feel at home. I can talk with other students and staff and rarely have to explain things. This past Wednesday, after chatting about various things, one of my professors handed me three of his Daredevil trade paperbacks so I could read them. It’s not just for enjoyment either; it’s research! As I’m reading them I’m putting sticky notes on pages I want to scan so I can refer back to them later.

Adjusting takes time. I’m sure I’ll be adjusted just in time to work on a Ph.D. 😉

Happy Holidays! (part 3)

Because Christmas was on a Wednesday this year, we got to stay home and celebrate all by ourselves. It’s kinda nice to be able to simply sit back and enjoy the holiday. No worrying about traffic. No worrying about when we have to be where. No worrying about forgetting presents at our place. Just sitting back in our pjs and watching Christmas specials and movies all day long.

But for me, Christmas starts on Christmas Eve. Both of us had to work, which really just helped our cause of staying home for Christmas. Once I got home from work I got what food I could ready for munching the next day. Who wants to cook on Christmas day? That night I finally got to do something I had been looking forward to for a few years now: playing at Midnight Mass!

I know I’ve mentioned this before, but I play the trumpet. I’ve been playing since the 5th grade and I don’t want to try to figure out how many years that has been. I am really lucky that I get to play every Sunday at Mass. For a few years we were able to go up to be with family over Christmas because it fell on a Friday-Monday. Last year I was not in the mood for a traditional Christmas Mass, so I sang at the Blue Christmas Mass on Christmas Eve. But this year…hehehe…this year was ready!

Well, as ready as I could be. We played some carols before Mass, which I played for half of them. I played for the last two and then we went right into Mass. I am still amazed that my lip lasted through the whole thing. It was really trying to die on me a couple of times. But it was totally worth it.

When I got home, I was given the option to open a present if I wanted to. Considering my sister had me open my present from them on Sunday when I saw them briefly, I felt I had opened my early present and suggested he could open his from them. Yeah, my sister is getting good at finding presents. They got him a “flight deck”, as he’s calling it. It’s 4 small glasses and a wooden tray for them to create a flight of beers to taste. He’s really happy.

After that I went to bed. It was 1:30am. It was late enough.

The next morning we slept in. It’s so nice to sleep in on a Wednesday. I got up and finished the cooking and got everything out in the living room for easy snacking. Once he got up, we sat by the tree and opened what remained of our presents. The rest of the day was spent munching and watching holiday movies snuggled up on the couch. A wonderful way to spend Christmas.

Happy Holidays! (part 1)

I used to think that that phrase was just another in the growing ranks of pc-isms. But now I’ve come to realized and totally embrace the holiday season.

There are just too many people to see on Christmas Day. Also, not everyone celebrates Christmas, so I’ve learned to expand my holiday to pretty much cover all of December.

This year it started off with family. Back on the 14th my mom’s family got together for our annual Christmas gathering. As many of us that can make it gather in one place, bring a bunch of food, eat too much, exchange gifts, and hang out. This year it was my mom’s turn to host.

Three of my guys: my godfather, my dad, my hubby. They’re part of why I enjoy the holidays.
My mom holding the latest of my cousin’s children. Isn’t she cute?

Once that was done, we packed up and headed to my parents house so the four of us could have Christmas. Exchanging presents, taking naps, watching the dog bounce off things, and giving the poor cat lots of love. It was great. But there was a lot of snow coming down still and we had to get over to my father-in-law’s place. Normally it takes an hour to go from one set of parents to the other. That day it took at least 2.

Once we got there, we hauled everything inside and got settled in. There was exchanging of gifts and watching season 2 of Person of Interest. It was a great night. The next day we made our way back home and started prepping for the next holiday celebration.

I was going to put all of this into one post, but I think I’ll break it up. Tomorrow: celebrating Yule!

Broken roll

I was planning to spend this afternoon cleaning up my room. I am not a neat person, so it gets messy quite quickly. But every once in a while I get the urge to go through stuff and clean it up. I got a good start. Cleaned up two cabinets and moved more stuff into them so I could rearrange things and get more off the floor. I also had a poster I wanted to rehang so it wasn’t crooked. I started to nail in the support when I remembered my hubby was asleep in the next room. Oops. I stopped, hoping I hadn’t woke him up. I had. As “punishment” I was snuggled for half an hour.

I can’t complain about the snuggles. But I am that kind of person whose desire to keep working on something can be derailed easily. It is so frustrating! I came back into the room and got a little more done. But now I just want to hang out and do nothing. I’m hoping it will return because there’s a lot in here and I want it put away!

Facebook takeover

It seems like everywhere you look today you see the option to ‘Sign in with Facebook’. Every time I see that, I become even more glad I have a Google+ account.

Google Plus logo
Yay! ::hugs:: (click for my profile if you want to)

I was on Facebook back in college. It was late in my junior year, back soon after it expanded to all colleges. It was a great way to keep in touch with your friends, see what was going on across campus, and see who you could find from high school. And when you’re at a school as big as Ohio State, that’s a really great thing to have. I had all of my co-workers, most of the RAs (when you work the front desk of your dorm, you come to know and be friends with the RAs), and friends. We had little groups like “North Campus Marketplace All-Stars” for all of us that lived on North Campus that loved the Marketplace on South Campus. The Marketplace had some of the best food on campus.

Then it all started downhill. First they allowed high school students. Then anyone over 13 with an e-mail could join. Then the games and the apps. Now you have to put people into lists if you want to see what they’ve posted and not a bunch of game progress and posts by things you like but don’t need updates on. It’s just so frustrating!

Google+ is much closer to what Facebook used to be, but with all the useful upgrades they’ve done. It’s like Google sat back, watched Facebook figure things out, and implemented the best of the ideas. It’s like a cross between Facebook, Twitter, and a blog. I love it!

So, Facebook, no. I would not like to sign in using you. I want to have my websites and my Goodreads and other aspects of my internet life separate from you. As it is, I need to go though and do some housekeeping on you. The only reason I still have a Facebook account is because a lot of my Dad’s family is on it and they’re all across the US and in Canada. It’s nice to be able to keep in touch. Now, if I can just convert them over to Google+, I would be very happy!

I’m thankful for… 1/29

I guess things really do come in threes. It wasn’t until I started reading a new, to me, blog that it sunk in that I should be focusing on the positives in my life and not the negatives. So I have decided to, in my private journal, every day only write about the good and the positive from the day instead of griping about the negatives. I’m hoping to weekly recap some of the less personal ones each week.

Cosplay has been on my mind a lot this week. But instead of seeing it as an obsession, or letting it become one, I’ve realized it’s simply one of many things that I enjoy. It takes a lot of planning to be able to do a very detailed cosplay, which is every cosplay I do. It’s been my main creative outlet lately.
I’m thankful for having the ability to be creative through cosplay.

On Thursday I finally got around to redoing my hair with the henna I had bought. I think it look much better with red hair, and my hubby agrees. For a long time I used chemical dyes. I even used a more natural hair dye after deciding to live more naturally with less chemicals in my life. Then I found out about henna. It stains my hair rather than coating it, which means it doesn’t fade and it actually strengthens my hair. I forgot how good it smells. And my hair even smells like it for a few days afterward. It’s wonderful.
I’m thankful for everything henna does for my hair.

This past weekend we went up to see my in-laws. It was a wonderful time. We went to the Cleveland Museum of Natural History. There is a temporary exhibit there right now called Extreme Mammals. It was really neat, and I got to spend time with my hubby and his wonderful parents. Afterward friends of ours joined us and we all went out to dinner. It was a night of great food and wonderful friends.
I’m thankful for wonderful people and amazing food!

I’m really hoping to make this a weekly thing, posted on Sundays. If my posting these help only one other person, then it’s worth it! Have a great week!

You’re only as old…

Act Your Age by Kevin Spear
(c) Kevin Spear

Everyone knows that saying, “You’re only as old as you feel”, right? I totally agree with it. This weekend we spent some time with my husband’s cousins and their kids. At one point we went swimming and I was called a grown-up and an adult in the same breath. My response was “I am not!”

I am almost 27. It boggles my mind every time I think about it. I don’t feel that old. I couldn’t put an exact number on how old I do feel, but it’s younger than 27. I only believe in acting your age to an extent. I will grant as a grown person, especially one that has been through college, I need to be responsible for my actions and I should be polite and such. But there are certain things that I still enjoy that most people think I shouldn’t because I’m an adult.

For example, I love to stay up late playing games, watching movies, and just hanging out with friends. Granted, because I have to be up so early during the week for work, I don’t stay up like I used to in college. But I’ll stay up until at least 2am on the weekends. One of my favorite things is reading graphic novels and comic books and manga. That usually suprises people, well that and the fact that I’m female.

The Amazing Spider-Man issue 500
The Amazing Spider-Man issue 500 ( (c) Marvel Characters, Inc.)

It seems that if a female likes comic books, it’s strange. I’d like to know why. I understand that when comics started out they were aimed toward boys. But it’s been a long time since then. Why do we still have set things in our society that dictate that because you this gender and/or this age you aren’t allowed to do/like this?

Many people would respond with, “It isn’t normal”. Well, I hate the word “normal”, and I don’t use hate very often. I learned in college while working on a paper for a Disability Studies class that the word “normal” came from carpentry terms for something that is square and solid. I think that “normal” is a horrible word. I prefer to use average instead, because that’s what people usually mean.

So in regards to age and gender I tend to go against the average person. There are plenty of times that I find men’s clothes more comfortable than women’s. Women’s clothes can be way too close fitting and short at times, while men’s are a bit roomier and longer. And length is really important when you’re tall like myself. I learned in college from a roommate to forget about what others think about how you look or what you do and be yourself. I find myself lucky enough to have found someone to spend the rest of my life with who loves that I am like that and friends that agree with that as well.

This has gone in a very different direction than where I thought it was going. But I feel good putting this out there. Physically I am an almost 27-year-old female, but in reality I am me. ::steps off the soapbox::