Greener grasses

I finally got the call I've been awaiting for months today. I got a job at CompHealth, and I couldn't be more excited! I'll be writing feature stories about employees and helping get the word out about company events, something that's right up my alley. It's been awhile since I've actually been able to use my journalism skills, and I am absolutely thrilled to be writing about PEOPLE again instead of products.

The women I'll be working with were equally excited to talk to me and couldn't wait for me to start! I'd forgotten what it was like to have your boss be happy to have you come to work, too. It has really been a long time, and I hadn't realized how depressed I was until I got a phone call from two ecstatic women who told me how impressed they are with my writing. I am a good writer! I have talent! Yeah! :)

What a wonderful feeling getting a new job is! I'm hoping to have pictures of my happiness soon (with Andrew, of course).

Sharing is caring

I have been thinking about The Parent Trap today -- not the 1998 Lindsay Lohan blunder (OK, parts of that are good), but the 1961 version with Haley Mills and Maureen O'Hara. It was one of my mom's favorite movies, so we watched it a lot growing up.

The reason that movie came to mind was a part at the very end, where the estranged parents are sitting at a table trying to eat dinner and figure out what went wrong with their marriage. The husband mentions something really weird (and totally cute) that he misses about his ex-wife: "I miss the bobby pins being mixed up with the fishing line in my tackle box." This leads to more things he misses about her and, eventually, their decision to try again at their marriage.

I found Andrew's chapstick in my purse the other day and was reminded of that movie and how much we're going to share. I buy movies with Andrew in mind now, making sure he doesn't have the same movie or that it's a sappy chick flick he will NEVER want to watch (it's just not as fun to watch movies alone). I got rid of a bunch of old clothes and shoes since we'll be sharing a closet in a few months. And I've already realized that I WILL have to let Andrew teach me to drive stick since I will probably need to drive his car at times.

I haven't always been so willing to share. My sister and I had a bunkbed and dresser to share for most of my life, and I always wanted a space of my own. I didn't like sharing my clothes with my sister (although it did become flattering after awhile) and it was a drag to share my cute little convertible with my brother when he became old enough to drive.

A lot of things change when you fall completely in love and find the man you're going to spend eternity with -- essentially, you learn how to share. I can't wait to share an apartment with Andrew, share my food and even my books. But most of all, I can't wait to share the one thing that's most important -- my whole heart.