I know it's been ages since I posted on this site but I have been way too busy, I barely have time to call home to let them know I am still breathing (cough, cough, Mom I think I still have the black lung). Since I became employed in January (Hallelujah) I have been swamped with real life problems. One of those being going to work for 12 hour shifts. I am not a morning person, so to get up at 4:30am to go to work and be functioning by 6:30am was an accomplishment in itself. Then after running around like a chicken with her head cut off all day (All that crap they talked about in nursing school about learning time management was true, but to accomplish everything in a day you need super hero powers as well. Where was the course on that? Did I miss it while studying for NCLEX?) Then I give report, hop in the car and drive 75 minutes home, go straight to bed and do it all over again the next day. Did I forget to mention that I was crashing with Heather and Anthony in Chapel Hill which is 75 minutes away from work. The only reason I was staying with them was because they were nice enough to let me, I was broke beyond belief and my only other option was to sleep in the car. THANKS HEATHER AND ANTONIO YOU'RE THE BEST! Even though I was beyond grateful to have a place to sleep and food to eat but the commute was killing me. That's when I started looking on Craigslist. I found a nice gal who was my age living in an old farm house out in the country with a room for rent that was only 25 minutes from work. I"ll take it! Luckily I found something that worked out but I discovered a variety of CREEPY roommate ads on Craigslist. One was looking for a potential sister wife who liked to swing both ways, another was an old man looking for a roommate but was willing to pay her room and board if the "right situation/agreement" could be arranged and then there were a few ads with weird selfies of old guys and no pics of the rooms for rent, NO THANKS! I have been living in my new casa for about a week and my roomie has yet to make me into her new skin suit so I think I'm safe here. That doesn't mean that I don't create boobie traps around my room just in case she were to bust through the lock and I sleep with my cell and kitty claws within reach. I've included a few shots of my new pad for those who are curious.
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AuthorI am an aquarius who likes long walks on the beach and the flicker of candle light. If you haven't noticed yet, Just kidding! I'm a Vermonter who has left my beautiful home state in search of adventure. This blog contains all of my favorite things, mostly food so that my family back home can keep tabs on me. Mom & Dad I'm still alive!!!! Side note: I am terrible at spelling and grammar. There are bound to be typos all over this blog. It's like Where's Waldo. If you look hard enough you will find an error. Archives
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