Dilemmas

I have a roommate problem. We haven't been getting long at all the past two months or so, and really things haven't been good for the better part of a year. I need to move, but I've got some dilemmas.

Right now, I live basically rent free with the parents. I've done that so I could get my masters to get my pay raise and pay off the tuition for the degree at the same time. On top of working on paying off the undergrad loans which will be there for the next 17 years. Since I'm one of those people who get a 3 month paid vacation every summer, I get paid somewhat accordingly. In other words, I get paid in cardboard peanuts.

I was just recently preapproved for a loan for a house. Good, problem solved, right? Problem with that is, unless I want to live in a total dump with gunshots going off all around me, I can't afford to live in a nice, safe, small, starter house. Well, I could, but then I'd have exactly $3.69 each month left over, and that's only if the price of gas stays below $4. If not, I'm screwed. I don't really want to rent an apartment because I just know I'm flushing my money/cardboard peanuts into someone else's investment pocket. I also can't find a roommate to save my life. I've tried for the better part of 3 years now. No one wants to live with me.

Dear boyfriend keeps changing his tune on the advice he is giving me. He owns his own house. I'm not moving in that house because a)he bought it with his ex-wife, and b) he's refusing to sell it until he's married again so he doesn't end up screwed and homeless. I can't argue with him on that point. One moment dear boyfriend says for me to stay with my parents and keep living with him half the time like I do now. That way I could save an additional good chunk of money for us to put down on a house once we're married. I could deal with this if the whole wedding wasn't far off, but seeing as how we're not anywhere close to being engaged, I can't. Even the half time now in my current residence drives me to tears at least once a week. Then dear boyfriend switches to "buy a house, get out, and I'll move in there with you when we're married." Again, not anywhere close to a wedding.

My parents don't want me to move. If they had it their way, I'd live here forever doing everything they said. They also seem to be imposing a deadline on when dear boyfriend and I should start moving things along. They don't seem to get that we're not ready for the next step. We will be someday, but not right now.

So, thoughts, advice, opinions?

Give Me the Bedazzler

So I'm currently in the process of getting my master's degree. I know, huge amounts of lameness. However, it comes with a nice pay raise at work and since I technically should practice what I preach about education being a life long experience blah, blah, blah, so I'm working on it.

Anyway. I'm in one of those cohort things where I meet with the same group of people once a week for a minimum of 4 hours at a time. There's this one 50ish lady in my classes that is just flippin obnxious. She is one of those know-it-all-better-than-you-ass-kissing types that I cannot stand. She never shuts up and always thinks she is right. In fact, she thinks she is better than me because she is older than me. Now, I have nothing wrong with people in their fifties or people who are older than me. Let's be clear on that. In fact, I could and do ignore her most of the time.

The biggest problem with her is she apparently owns a bedazzler. I'm not talking like she's got the back pants pockets somewhat bedazzled. She's got hearts on shirts, flowers up and down the legs of her pants, etc. Every. Single. Article. of clothing that she owns has at least some part of it bedezzled. Trust me, I've only seen her once a week for the past year and a half, so I've seen repeat outfits in every season.


But really I'm supposed to take her seriously? Aren't super bedazzled clothes only cute on little girls that change their name to Princess? Or is that just me? Because they're NOT attractive on bitter annoying bitches. I really just want to buy my own bedazzler to bedazzle her mouth shut.

Now back to laying around in my paint covered, ancient, holey, workout pants from high school with mis-matching Muck Fichigan t-shirt that I wore all day today. Gotta love the annual 3 months of paid unemployment in the summer.

Here I go....

So I've been reading blogs for several years now. Like I knew what a blog was before 95% of the population had even heard of the term blog. However, I am the world's largest chicken when it comes to throwing myself out there. Seriously, I'm always the dork who hates going places where I know no one. I don't even like making general chit-chat with phone customer-service representatives while they are making whatever changes I need. (Shudder)

So, why did I decide to start my very own blog? Because I saw how much fun the rest of the blog world was having getting to know one another. And I got tired of lurking. Or being the anonymous commenting freak who didn't have a website of her own. I feel like I know about 15 people in the blogging world better than I know my own boyfriend, yet they don't know who I am. I'm tired of that. And it's time for a new hobby.

The hilarious part of all of this is that I mostly read what people consider to be mommy-bloggers and I don't have any children of my own. Not even close to popping out a lil' darling. Yet, these women crack me up on a daily basis with their humor. I know I can turn to them for a laugh.

It'll be interesting to see if anyone comes to my lil corner of the internets to read the rambling comments on my day or responses to other people's posts. Seeing as how my picture is next to the term wallflower in the dictionary, I'm guessing probably not.