Jesus loves the beer drinker, among other things.

Well, a little lapse in my posting has happened, for sure. The funny thing is that I have thought about making a new post multiple times, yet never have gotten around to it because I am just so busy doing nothing.

Have I talked about being married and poor yet? Of course I have. Along with the married (wonderful) and the poor (sad) comes no cable TV. Now, my husband is sick of hearing me whine about my inability to live without What Not to Wear, but it really is a serious issue. What is even more sad is the fact that my parents felt bad for me not having TV, so they offered to pay the cable bill. Now, since I just had this huge wedding and reception, and left them paying for that on top of my wonderful four years of college, I had to turn them down. My parents are wonderful and persistent, though, so they sent me a converter box in the mail. Not only does the name "converter box" sound sketchy, but also, THEY ARE SKETCHY. Apparently, here in Texas, all a converter box will get you is NBC. Now, thank God that NBC has Law and Order and Jay Leno to pass some time, but WHAT ABOUT ALL THE OTHER FREE CHANNELS?! Oh, wait, I don't want to lie - I also have the Asian channel and the Spanish channel... Which might be great, IF I SPOKE ANOTHER LANGUAGE. Dear NBC, stop playing so much golf. It sucks. You have to be truly boring to watch golf.

So, I moved to Texas, as I have mentioned before, and have no friends, and therefore no social life. On top of this, my husband works for two weeks at a time, so I feel like it is completely necessary to highlight the fact that I actually did something with real, live people this weekend. I took a tour of the wonderful Saint Arnold's Brewery with my dear friend Catherine and another one of her friends. There are a few important things to note about this: 1. I love beer. That may be tacky, or impressive, or both... But I really do enjoy beer a lot. 2. I have a super liver. It takes a very strong combination of liquor and beer to make me drunk. I owe this to some impressive partying my sophomore year of college, which I may get into sometime. Therefore, after those four delicious beers, I was not at all phased by the alcohol. Thanks, liver friend. However, the real highlight of this, that has just made me smile all day is the thought of how they stamped my hand with a stamp that said "Mmmmmmmmm Beer........." which has chosen not to wash off no matter how much scrubbing I do. So, therefore when I went to church today, I had to proudly own that beer stamp while I worshipped and passed the offering basket. Jesus still loves me.

If I say the rest, like the part of this college graduate being desperate enough to work as a part time nanny or the dream I had about one of my ex-roommates being possessed by the devil, I would undoubtedly have nothing to say later this week........ That's not true. Ridiculous happenings are part of my life and I will blog about them, because in the absence of friends, family, a husband, and a state that I know and love, I don't have too many people to bore with my thoughts.

I am woefully unemployed and sadly broke.

I am a college graduate. I worked hard in college. I took twenty one hours my last semester just to get done in time to get married on August 1. I was successful... Hence why I am a college graduate. Here is the thing I am figuring out: So is everyone else... and they are probably more qualified because they have a masters degree, or they have some weird volunteer experience, or their grandpa knows the CEO. It's unreal.

I moved to Texas jobless. I turned down an interview for a supervisor position at The Marriott because I knew that I would get something else quickly. A few weeks later, I find a good-looking job. The University of Phoenix is looking for enrollment counselors. Perfect. I send in my resume and get a call the next day. Two interviews later, I have a pretty good feeling about this one. I mean, they told me that they just had to do a background check and all was well. Alright, employment, right?! Nope. Why? My background check failed. Once again, why? It is not because I am creepy or have been arrested three times, which I most certainly have not. (If so, I would have much more devious and entertaining stories for this blog.) I failed it because there was miscommunication between two universities. One, being The University of Phoenix and the other being my dear Alma Mater, The University of Oklahoma. U of P (too much typing) thought I was already a graduate, which I was not at this point, since my graduation was not until August 2009, as my resume CLEARLY stated. The people at OU did their job of saying that in fact, no I have not graduated. Well, U of P never quite understood this little detail (and never called me back. Thanks, I am trying not to be bitter.) and apparently I turn out to be a liar who can't pass a background check. NOT MY FAULT. So, there went that opportunity.

Fast forward to almost a month and a half later and here I am still unemployed. I have applied for countless jobs, been to a temp agency, made all the right phone calls, gone to unemployment ministries, and I AM STILL UNEMPLOYED. Another thing to add to this is that being married is expensive. I have news for all you unmarried folk: When you get married, you also marry another set of bills. Not that marriage isn't the greatest and most fun thing I have encountered thus far in my life, but it sure does eat up the money. Not only to you get those other bills, but you also have to save for the unexpected. For example: What if my husband's leg falls off tomorrow. I mean, expect it all. You need savings for it. Then there are the other little things, like wanting a house in a few years, or the thought that one day we will have a family. IT ALL HAS TO BE THOUGHT ABOUT.

Bottom line: I went to school for four years, worked really hard, and will probably end up working at the mall. It's the sad reality of life. Second, growing up sucks. That's all. The End.

I seem to have a lot of time on my hands these days. This could be due to my unemployement, the fact that I got married and moved away, or me knowing hardly anyone in my new home of Houston. It could also be because my husband lives on a boat for two weeks at a time. It could also be because of the fact that since I am unemployed, my husband and I cannot afford cable, thus leaving me alone with the converter box my wonderful parents got us... that also only gets one English channel. It could be due to the fact that I have already way over-used facebook and twitter in my boredom, or because I get lost when I try to go anywhere... I could say that my over-abundance of time these days is because of a lot or all of these things. And it is. This is my life now. This is me. And this is me trying to take it all in, adjust, accept, and start a life with another person, who just so happens to be my favorite person in this world.

I am assuming that if you are reading this, you know me, but just in case, I will back up a little bit. I am Lindsey. I am typing this on my trusty Mac that has survived the biggest downpour of all time and sports water stains on the screen a big empty space in the back where the battery used to be, before the water shorted all that out. I grew up in Oklahoma, always vowing to move away one day because I could never be happy there. I am a graduate of The University of Oklahoma, with a degree in sociology. One day, out of the blue, I got a call from a boy I knew from my very first day of my very first college, Oklahoma Baptist University (more bad thoughts to follow on this one (the school, not the boy) in future posts, I am sure.) just saying hello, and since nothing in my life happens normally, I fell in love with this boy who then lived in California. Eventually, he moved to Texas, and since I married the wonderful man, I now live here too. I miss Oklahoma dearly. I miss my parents and my dog and all the small things I always wanted to get away from. I am completely out of my comfort zone right now, and just trying to make enough sense of things to start a life... and slowly, it is working.

My life now consists of searching frantically for a job that I pray has something to do with my degree, carrying my phone around in hopes of being able to talk to my husband, and watching CSI into the late hours of the night, then staying up even later, searching my apartment for killers. So, like I said, this is life. It's new and scary and I it defeats me a lot, but I am slowly adjusting. This is me learning how to make two lives into one. This is me trying to figure things out, and it is going to be an adventure... So why not write about it!