Micro, Miles, and Mercy

Are you a country girl?  Did you grow up in a place that makes other people's idea of middle of nowhere look practically urban?  Then this is the list for you! 1)       Your constant need for fresh air, and how people look at you when you say, “I NEED oxygen!” 2)       That moment when you are in traffic and all of a sudden you feel like this: 3)       The fact that gas is extra expensive for you because of your constant need to drive until you are in the middle of nowhere. 4)       How you feel when a “new country” singer starts rapping on the radio… 5)  The fact that you can't help the fact that you have a soft spot for Coors Light. 6)    The fact that even though you’re not a huge fan of the song you often think, “Oh, how I need myself a fishing in the dark Nitty Gritty boy.” 7)  That moment wh...

Can I tell you a secret?   I feel like a fraud 99.999999% of the time.   Yep, I spend a lot of time wondering why anyone would give me a PhD.   When I look at myself, a majority of the time I don’t see a great scientist, or a revolutionary thinker, or a promising researcher.   I tend to see someone in a lab coat fumbling her way through the lab just praying she doesn’t burn the place down.  Recently I have been receiving e-mails for job postings…like real big kid jobs.   These positions use words like: conceptualizing, revolutionizing, direct, apply critical thinking, professor, lead scientist, etc., and it sort of makes me want to puke…or shrink back into my safe place.   Can I be that?   What if I can’t?   I have spent 6 years doing what I am doing and I honestly don’t feel like I know anything about it.   What if I am a bad scientist?   What if I end up disappointing everyone? Why is it that human beings can’t see th...

Now, I know that I can make the single life look suuuuuuuuuper glamorous *sarcasm*, but don't be deceived, there's plenty of #singlegirlprobs to go around.  From wondering if you love your dog a little too much, to praying no one ever finds out that you... this is a list of my single girl probs. 1)  The fact that when you forget to pay the electric bill...YOU forgot to pay the electric bill.*this goes for all manner of bill paying and adult responsibilities.* 2)  How the movies portray single twenty something girl's lives.  Oh yes, my problem is that I am going on all of these dates with all of these wrong guys...yes, sooooooooooooo many dates! 3)  That moment when you realize that if you were ever actually asked on a date that you would have to meet him outside...or figure out how to do 10 loads of laundry really quickly! 4)  Continuation of #3:  Or the fact that the only thing you know how to talk about is *insert occupation here* and th...

I have entered into a sweet phase of my life with my friends, the baby phase.   Yes, it fills my heart with such immense joy to say that my friends are becoming mothers.   I am so enjoying watching them step into this new role in their lives, and to be honest, half the time I feel like my heart is TOO full…like it just may burst open at any given moment.   Yesterday a song took me back though, back to a place in time that will always mean the most to me.   It took me back to a little town in Kansas, where my path converged with the paths of a group of very special women (and you know who you are).   Even though my love and appreciation for them grows every day, I will always have a special place in my heart for those young girls running around the streets of Manhattan.   No matter how far life takes us I will forever and always remember them as those girls. This got me thinking a little bit about mothers.   It is strange for me to think of my ...

**This blog is best read while listening the song Crooked Halo by Annie Bosko** This blog is going to be pretty personal, if that doesn’t interest you then I would stop reading… Someone said something to me today that really irritated me.  Actually it really pissed me off.     Now I know this may not shock most of you, but this statement in particular really got me thinking brewing.   The statement was: “Do you ever worry that you are going to be too much for a man to be attracted to you?   Like, do you ever think that most men wouldn’t be interested in marrying a PhD?” …First, can anyone please tell me how you respond to a statement like that politely?   Seriously, I am super interested in suggestions, because I think it would shock you the types of comments I have received on this particular topic.   So, please, any advice on keeping your composure in this situation would be appreciated. Secondly, it truly shocks me how bold peop...

Skinny is something I will never be.   It’s true!   I don’t mean for this to come off as defeated, it is realistic.   I am a curvy woman who was a skinny child.   The moment I got into my twenties I lost my girlish figure and became a woman.   It took me a lot of years, and a lot of tears, to realize that THAT was an ok thing.   It took me even longer to find a place where I preferred my curves to being skinny.   So, like I said I will never be thin again.   I walk a very fine line between having “dat ass” and “ DAT ass.”   Alas, these are the trials of being a curvy woman. 1)    Ridding boots are my personal hell.   Oh Yay!   It is ridding boot season again!   Look at all of you lovely ladies with your feminine small calves.   Can I get an applause…you go Glen Cocoa!   I am super pumped the entire country has decided to embrace the ridding boot, because there already weren’t enough clothing option...