Hi. I'm Mrs. Chaney. The only time I've been called Mrs. Chaney was when I had to drop $121 at Goodyear to rotate, balance, and align my tires...only to realize that I have to get all new ones in 6 measly months. My favorite part about being a Chaney? It's the shock factor I get when I drop my last name. You see, I don't look like a Chaney. I look like a Lee, Shin, or Chang.
My life in the OC technically started about 2 years ago, but I don't count that first year since it was in north OC (come on, you don't really believe that it's really Orange County until you hit at least 3 Targets within a 5 mile radius). Immediately, I became spoiled with the green parks with perfectly manicured grass and chain restaurants just minutes away. It got so bad that I would beg my husband to "take me back to Orange County" whenever we would drive through Los Angeles to visit my sister in Pasadena.
I pretty much have it made. My husband has a job doing what most parents would beam about and I have a beautiful red footlong dog illegally living in my apartment (seriously, what's the deal with pet rent?). But there are many things that set me apart from the typical OC housewife: I don't carry a Coach purse for one (as I grin at soon-to-be Mrs. Burke). In fact, I used to be very successful at what I did--until corporate America decided to take a turn for the worse. When I realized what most recent graduates do after their first failed career, I found myself registering for classes for what seemed to be a quick 2-year A.S. program in the field of Allied Health. The 2-year program is slowly starting to become a 3+ year program since it seems as though a million other ex-careerites have had the same idea.
So what does a newlywed who takes a few courses here and there at the local community college actually do? Stay tuned...
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