Monday, August 31, 2009

Sincerely, Puzzled Roommate

Maybe some of you could help me out with this. I mentioned in the last post that my mom and I recently rented out a bedroom. We love our new roommate, she is sweet, friendly and seemingly normal. Since I am the adult child that won’t move out, this is my first roommate experience and I am realizing there may be some roomie dynamics I have yet to learn. Take the latest episode for example:

Our roommate has been gone all weekend, I'm not sure where she went or when she is coming back. It is Monday morning and I am getting ready for work. The minutes remaining for me to drive to work and arrive on time are quickly dwindling and the last thing left to do is brush my teeth. Right as I put on my second shoe, about to head into the bathroom, I hear my roommate walk through the front door, into the bathroom, lock the door and start the shower. Hmm. I definitely don’t have time to wait for her to get out of the shower, but the garlicky pizza I had last night, I fear, is still with me. I remember I have a toothbrush and toothpaste at work, phew! But what if I didn’t…? I ponder this for a minute sitting on the edge of my bed. How does that work exactly? Should there be a rule that you check in with the household before occupying the bathroom for long periods of time? If it had been my mom that snuck in the shower I would simply pound on the door and demand that my teeth have priority, but I don’t want to scare my new roommate away. So tell me, is this something, as a housemate, I just have to deal with? Maybe everyday there are people like me, walking around unshowered, unbrushed or unshaven because their co-resident claimed the bathroom first. What are we to do?

Saturday, August 29, 2009

My life not moving meets 20 Things

My hands are sticky and citrus smelling from eating an orange. I bought a pomegranate for the first time yesterday but I'm afraid to open it. I'm not sure how to tell if it's ripe. It looks so strange and foreign on my kitchen counter next to the oranges and peaches, like an alien pod. The temperature outside is creeping towards about a gazillion degrees Fahrenheit and the difference in temperature inside my house is negligible. I am sitting underneath the fan, moving as little as possible, trying to stay cool. I have struggled with feeling as though my life is not moving lately. A couple factors have attributed to this: I still live with my mother and I don't really know what to do with my career. These have been my boulders to jump for the past five years or so. I have gone back and forth, sideways and straight about initiating change and have yet to follow through. Of course, there are ways I justify my life choices, or maybe lack there of. It is definitely cheaper living with my mom, although at times emotionally draining. We've gotten a roommate recently who is balancing out our mother/daughter madhouse. And, who really knows what they're doing at 24... and 8 months??? But I feel I am drastically behind and picture myself a crumpled old woman sharing a bed with my slightly more crumpled mother. My foresight is telling. It's time to try something more than... this.

Since I am notoriously indecisive, especially in regards to bigger things like moving out or a career change I am starting with baby steps. I have compiled a list of goals that are accomplishable at this time in my life to enrich my experiences and open new doors. I tried to come up with 25 goals but I am a bit short so 20 will do. I will add to it as I come up with more.
1. Sew - eventually a wearable article of clothing
2. Learn to play Tennis
3. Take a Salsa/Ballroom dance class
4. Run a marathon or 1/2 marathon
5. Cook at least one meal a month
6. Read all the books I own
7. Join/start a book club
8. Start a blog - yeayah! Check!
9. Start a happy hour club
10. Pick up guitar again
11. Take an acting class
12. Teach myself the piano
13. Make music mixes for friends
14. Paint something I like enough to hang in my room
15. Enter an essay contest
16. Become better at small talk
17. Finish my photo albums
18. Take a self defense class
19. Edit some of my home movies
20. Take a writing class
I am going to ask that you please refrain from mocking my list. I know many of you may have lists that include items such as living with a bush tribe for three years or going sky diving. This is not that type of list. This is my attempt to better myself at things I enjoy, things I want to try and things I know I will actually do. I don't want to feel burdened by a list of extremes. The purpose of my list is to encourage every day inspiration. I have already started on several items on the list and will update my progress regularly. I feel good about it. I feel inspired already. I realize this may not get me out of my moms house, but at least it could distract me.

Monday, August 24, 2009

Is It Steamy in Here???

It is late. I worked out. I am tired! I tried to write an interesting post but I didn't like the end result. Par for the course.

Instead I will inform you that on Saturday I had dinner just two tables away from THE McSteamy of Grey's Anatomy!!! Lemme tell you, he is every bit as steamy, maybe even more so, in person. Not only that, but he looked right at me! I looked pretty good too.

I was at San Ysidro Ranch's Plow & Angel restaurant for a friends birthday. One of my favorite spots and a celeb hot spot. "Dr. Sloan" was there with his wife, probably trying to find some privacy from his threesome tape scandal. Our table of six girls nearly peed our pants when we saw him, but we were able to play it cool.

To the left is his infamous McSteamy moment. As you can see it is difficult to determine if the steam is from the bathroom he's just stepped out of or if it is radiating off his body...

On another note, the Plow & Angel restaurant is incredibly beautiful and the baked Macaroni & Cheese and Blood Orange Margeritas are delish!

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Bedroom Ponderings...

I am sitting in my room. It looks like a closet. There is almost no path from one side of the room to the other. My suitcase from a family trip last weekend is overflowing with crumpled clothing. Some of the oddities among the rubble would be a shoe box full of flower hair clips from Fiesta, a lone flip flop sitting atop my dresser that I used to kill bugs, and- ooh! I just spotted a bag of dark chocolate kisses!
I intended to clean my room last weekend, and again on Monday; I considered it again on Tuesday and by Wednesday I just embraced it. I trasitioned from being stressed about the clutter to being comforted by the clutter. I am surrounded by my stuff. It's kinda cozy. Should I hang up that top? Nah, just throw it onto one of the piles! So easy! I figure I will have to tidy up this weekend. But in the meantime I'm loving the life of a slob.

This probably doesn't look so good being the only follow up to the previous post...