I'm taking the plunge. . .

And getting a roommate. What’d you all think??

Also on a side note for the people that do know my family (and our part of it), I do have to share this little hilarious quip from Gramps.

I was telling him on Saturday morning how I was dog sitting and how Max always likes to sleep between my legs and Gramps says (without missing a beat) “well I’m glad to hear at least something is between your legs.”

I. Almost. Died. This was at 8am.

So I said “I know it’s been awhile Gramps, but sheesh!!” First of all, I don’t ever discuss my private life with my Gramps. Unless maybe it’s slightly serious. He knew about Dean. But I never would be like “Oh hey, Gramps, as soon as I leave Dean’s I’ll be over” or “Dean shut the alarm off and didn’t wake me up!” Wine Rep really wanted to come and meet Gramps too, but I never really made an effort to bring him up. He wasn’t worth my Gramps meeting him. Secondly, I’m pretty sure my Gramps may think I am the most clean cut person he knows. Oooh how I have him fooled. If I'm hungover when I see him, I never let on. . . I just tend to nap a little longer than normal at nap time. And yes, I get nap time when I go visit my Gramps because he always naps when he reads the paper.

If my blog wasn’t read by some family members I would totally write what happened to me a few weeks ago. I can’t even make it up. And I actually wish I had a video recorder so I could have physical proof of what happened because me retelling it doesn’t even do it justice. I also feel like I should tell Gramps that story just so he doesn’t worry about me.

Back to my new roommate though.

I’ve known Cookie since I first moved here. We worked at Starbuck’s together. I know that she’s a clean person and a hard worker. She was really one of the few high school girls I worked with at Starbucks that actually was a good worker. And I'll admit it here. . . when she was 18, I'd buy her beer. . . WITH the stipulation that she drank it at my house around me and my roommates, and I never let her drive. She always had stories about going out and driving and I always told her to call me first.

When she graduated high school and went to college, she always complained about her messy college roommates, and how she was always having to clean up after them. This is perfect for me considering I lived with the messiest person alive for about 5 months.

So, she's been living with her parents since she graduated college because she couldn’t find a job. She’s had a constant job now for about 3 months and was applying for a steady job. She is about ready to pull her hair out living with her parents though. She was telling me how expensive it is to live by yourself and everything. And then made the comment about too bad I don’t want a roommate. And then I thought about it and said “Well, why not??” I mean, it’s extra money and well. . .I might get lonely in the winter since I moved away from my friends who were literally right next door. It will be nice to have someone else there.

Also, we both agree, that if for some reason it’s not working out, we let each other know and don’t let it get to the point it affects our friendship. I agree. Plus, we won’t be sharing a bathroom, so that definitely works. She’ll have the downstairs, and I’ll have the upstairs.

But this is why I know we’ll get along great. Besides the fact, we already get along great and have had many zany adventures. She had an interview last week and when I asked what had happened she said “Well the interview was good. However, I made an ass out of myself. I got stuck in the revolving door!”

After I quit laughing, I asked how it happened and if it was before or after.

Apparently she was walking with the person interviewing her to the interview room.

The interviewer called her name and they started heading back to the interview area. When you walk into the door you have to scan your visitor’s pass to go through the revolving door.

Now in her own words:

C: So I scan it and the door started going. And then it stops and this announcement comes on that says "you have not scanned your pass. The door will now begin to reverse" sooo not only have the doors trapped me in it, but now it begins to reverse. There are people waiting to get through on both sides of the door. The lady interviewing me had already gone through and is watching my dumbass. I attempt two more times before she has to come back out to help me. It was a grrrrrrrrrrreat way to start! Haha!! Yeah I mean I have to laugh about it because seriously like yeah I was already a little nervous and trying to make a good first impression and then that happened! Ahhhh oh well!

Me: Did the interviewer laugh??

C: Yeah. I was like please just lie to me and tell me this happens all of the time!

Then I asked if the interview went well and she tells me that half way through, she noticed the lady interviewing her, had one of her buttons on her blouse come undone and her boob was popping out! And she didn’t tell her, but the rest of the interview, she was thinking that she should probably tell her. But never did. Then she went to her car to leave and spilled an entire cup of coffee on herself.

Then later on in the day I get another IM from her telling me that while at her job, a lady came up to her and said that she apologized but she had an anal task for her and Cookie says “That’s ok, I like anal.” Then realized how that sounded and lucky for her, the lady started laughing hysterically so that she could too.

And this my dear readers, is why she and I will be perfect living together. . . and will probably get into trouble a lot. . . but mostly just have fun.

Oh and she got the job! :)