Before I Was A Grownup

  • Before I Was A Grownup,  Top Five

    Gillian’s Top Five

    I’m stealing a leaf from Bob’s book (see Bob’s Top Five here) and doing a list.  In honor of this lovely, lazy Saturday morning . . .   Gillian’s Top Five Saturday Morning Cartoons   1. Voltron Ahh, I wanted to be the pink one.  She was blond, she wore her hair in braids, but she still whupped butt.  No one got in the way of these anime ass-kickers, especially when they banded together and became the big scary robot thing.  I forget what they were fighting or where they were supposed to live, but who cares, they were my all time favorite.   2. Thundercats Thunder thunder thunder thunder…

  • Before I Was A Grownup,  Drama Queen,  Everyday Adventures,  Life in Australia,  Nature Loving Hippy,  Stratford-upon-Avon,  Travel

    The Reluctant Grownup

    I feel I should probably explain the title of my blog before I get too far into this.  See, I have just completed my first full year of working in a job I call a "REAL JOB," with big fat quotation marks.  My early twenties were spent earning peanuts in non-profits and loving life, and now I’m trying to be the proverbial ant slaving away for the winter.  I liked being a grasshopper better.    A quick recap of what I’ve done since college:   (1) Went to Australia for a year.  Wore the same 5 outfits over and over, had my boyfriend cut my hair, we slept in the back of an…

  • Before I Was A Grownup,  Life in Australia,  Navel Gazing (and I Don't Mean Oranges)

    An American in . . . America

    Sometimes, I miss being "The American."   I have lived abroad twice, a year in England and a year in Australia, both in my early twenties.  Living abroad is something I highly recommend – it gives you a sense of self, a sense of how deeply and unconsciously your homeland shapes your every thought.  A small example – soda cans in Australia are slightly bigger.  This completely drove me wild for the first 2 weeks I was there.  You walk into a gas (aka petrol) station, and see these stacks of cans behind the glass fridge doors, and they just don’t look right.  You keep looking at them, your eye is…

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