I'm too good for expectations

I had an interesting conversation with my sister today that brought up a lot of interesting topics about getting married and expectations. She, my sister, who is 6 years older than me, is getting married in the summer. She's been with the guy for maybe 3 or so years, but has known him longer. He's real nice and stuff. I just realized that has nothing to do with anything I'm about to write... Anyways it was not about her and her marriage, it was about me and mine (future).

I've been with the same person for 8 years. We were high school sweethearts, college sweethearts- yes roll your eyes cuz your jealous but he is the love of my life. But... and there is always a but... sometimes I get a bit freaked that I'm expected to be a housewife. I know HE does not expect this from me, he knows me- I'm known for my brain, I have a guy like humor, I don't do dishes, I'm lazy, I'm one of the most low maintenance girls I know, I cook on occasion, I plan to make more money than him... he knows- and more importantly gets- this package. However, convincing his parents that this package is acceptable is a completely different story.

We were born in another country, with customs much more stricter than what is the american culture. We both grew up here, so mind you we are americanized. But our parents lived their life elsewhere, and they think with those types of ideologies. So I think to myself- in my country, women are wives first, get married starting at 16, are prized for their beauty and obedience... you get the drift. Not all women are like that. My mom is the boss in my house, and all the women in my family are educated. But I feel like it's a bit different with me...

See in my culture, men feed the family. Boys are prized for their genitals (ok- not exactly, what I meant was biology) and somehow they are superhuman and their careers are important enough for them to slack in other things like fairness to wife and stuff. Again, not in my family. My father is pretty liberal, he's raised 3 girls and empowered us to become all we can be. Hence the reason why my education is really important to me. I worked hard for it, and paid for it, and in one way or another, have always been a nerd. I'm the brain in my family, have a pretty high profile job, and among most people have accomplished a lot for someone in my age.

My BF is one of these steller people too. He's successful, on the right path, smart as hell (smarter than me, can you believe it?), and has an awesome personality. However, he's the oldest and only son, and everytime I've been near his parents, I can't help but think they expect that once we get married, that I will be at home while he works and cookin' dinner by the time he gets home... This ain't gonna happen, see. I live alone now and don't even make dinner for myself. I don't clean unless I want to. I'm the boss of me and that's that. Put someone else's expectations in there and who knows what will happen.

My BF loves his family, and eventually wants to live with them. I wonder, what will they think of me when they find out I'm not the stay at home and be quiet kinda girl? Will they think less of me? Or think that I'm a bad wife or daughter-in-law because to me career is just as important for progression as his is? Sometimes I wonder if they know what they're getting into...

Does anyone actually like their job?

Back in the day when life was simpler and I was in college (ok, life wasn't that much simpler, but simpler none the less), my best friend would tell me he hated his job. My response, which is always somewhat satirical, logical, and concise, was "So quit". A year or so later, I got my first (career worthy) job and I realize that I hate my job as well.

Now don't get me wrong, it's a good job. It pays decent, great benefits, good first job, making some great connections, and I'll have no problems staying nor leaving, but the truth is, I rather be somewhere else. And by somewhere else I mean home, in bed, sleeping.

This was not the job I wanted, and though by no means is it a bad job, it isn't my dream job. My dream job was to write- and here I am blogging in the evening... so it goes to show you that went nowhere. I just don't think I've found a person who LOVES their job. How many people go after their real dream jobs? Isn't there always something standing in the way? How many people even know what they want as a dream job? Seems like everyone is on a "stepping stone" to get to the next level- some are just stupid enough to settle for their stepping stone. Or am I completely wrong? Is there some brilliant way of achieving that dream job through hard work and dedication and I'm just young and stupid and don't see this. I know it's possible for me, sometime in my future, but how many of these hateful jobs must I go through to actually like what I do?

Do you like your job?

Name That Blog!

First off, naming this blog was a bitch. Why are all the good names taken by idiots who choose not to blog, but just take up webspace? Shouldn't there be an agreement where your blog gets cancelled, and your name revoked and put back into the "Name your blog" bin where others can bask in the success of your blog when it was popular? Like AIMs screen name policy, blog names unused for some time should be recycled after 6-12 months, which AIM figures that was enough for people to forget who that bastard was since they haven't IMed anyone recently. I came upon naming my blog, stumbling upon blogs with the names that I wanted, and went ahead to check out their sites to make sure my concept wasn't already out there. I found a bunch of public diaries, and people who took some damn good blog names and have posted nothing in about 2 years. Thanks losers.

That ain't me. I won't be writing about my life, friends or how I broke my ankle or how lonely I am. I'll be writing about my observations and my somewhat half serious half comedic view on the daily grind of life. Yes, it's been done before. But the question is, can I do it? And with success?

I want to make others think, there is no way I am the only one who thinks this way. No darn way. I want conversations about what I write. I want to be read. I want to be googled. I will be candid, because the truth is you can't be in real life. The internet is the only place to (somewhat) safely express your real thoughts. I need to make sense of the things I see everyday, and if I gain one fan- one person who says "hmmm..." after reading my words, I'll be just fine.