I'm glad to be away from the cold and snowy spring season that New England is experiencing right now and lavishing in the semi warmth of North Carolina. But with that warmth comes my greatest fear. Let me tell and tale of my youth. 

Growing up in VT eventually the weather got warmer and the snow melted away and everything started to thaw. That's when trees got buds, the ground was soft again and Ladybug awoke from wherever they were sleeping. They were delicate creatures that couldn't bear to slumber outside so they would gather along ceilings, window sills and corners of all rooms. They would gather in masses. TONS OF LITTLE LADYBUGS, Ewwwwww! I don't mind seeing one or two hanging around but to see a million little ANYTHING gives me the creeps. To terrorize me when we were younger my sister Melissa would take a pen and mark up the palm of her hand with what looked like a million little ball point pen marks. She would proceed to chase me around the house threatening to touch me with the hand as I screamed in terror. I just hate the sight of masses of little things. GROSS MAKE MY SKIN CRAWL HEEBY JEEBIES (sp?) I took the same point of view with the ladybug infestation. I went so far as to draw a few comic strips in High School where the ladybugs had acquired fangs and were hungry for brains. 

Luckily in previous apartments and living in PA I didn't have to encounter these vile creatures during the spring thaw. Now that I'm dwelling in an old farmhouse in the middle of nowhere and spring is upon us I have become reacquainted with my enemy. There are ladybugs EVERYWHERE! All over the windows, ceilings, dead ones crunched in the carpet (Did I forget to mention the bathroom is carpeted?) I was standing at the kitchen sink washing dishes and all of the sudden I felt a slight plop on my head... LADY BUG DROPPED FROM THE CEILING! I was shaking my whole body like the harlem shake dance. I woke up this morning to find a couple of sleepy ladybug crawling at the foot of the bed. EWEWEWEWEEEWEWWEE. 

I think the ladybugs must be on the verge of a nervous breakdown (much like myself) because I find them committing Hari Kari, essentially finding creative ways to end their tiny little lives. Maybe they can hear my inner thoughts....

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.