Ineligible!

Since my current roommate is getting married in Sept. and our lease is up in August, I either have to find a new roommate or a new place to live. One of my friends is the housing coordinator for our ward and I was hanging out at her place last night (Kevin had Scouts), with her roommate, another friend of mine. So, as we were hanging out, I mentioned that I would need to list my apt. or myself (or both) as needing a new occupant or place to reside. The conversation goes as follows:

Friend 1: We've been talking, and while we would love to live with you...
Friend 2: The fact that you are dating someone worries us. We don't want to have you move in, only to move out a little while later due to a new "roommate" situation.
Me: So what you are saying is, my relationship status makes me ineligible for roommate-ship.
Friend 2: Basically, yes.
Friend 1: But we love having you around, and it would have been great. We're just sick of moving.

So, apparently, being in a relationship makes others wary of sharing a house/apt. That is a side of things I never knew came with a boyfriend.

Snarky...with a purpose!

Today I was snarky again...but for a good reason. I had some righteous anger that needed to be manifested at some people, and I let it fly. Suffice it to say, there was an incident at work that got me worked up a bit, and I was firm with the people I needed to be firm with. Then another incident occured that had my blood pressure spiking, with a helping hand from the previous incident. And then I laid into the young man that started it all. He deserved it. Even my manager agreed. But I was snarky again, and didn't feel bad, worried or confused about it. It had a purpose. I was justifiablly "harsh," if you will, and let those idiots know what they did wrong, and to not do it again.

If I have a good reason for it, I find that I like having an attitude. As long as it is reasonably justified.

Snarky

I am being incredibly snarky. I've been in such a bad, "I hate people" mood, that I almost can't stand myself. I don't even know what is wrong with me! Things are moving along fairly swimmingly, but still, I was biting people's heads off at work today. Not one of my finer moments. Hopefully, tomorrow will be a better day.

I Remember...

I remember when blogging was new, fun, and exciting. When the Hexbergs set up their blog and typed away, fast and furious, every day. Then Patty joined in the excitement and set up blog for "Bostonian Manor" and made on for Carrie, since she left us for the East Coast and the fun and excitement of DC. Then Julie joined in the game, and I could count on her for daily posts, sometimes hourly, and they were interesting to read and gain some introspection on her life. I realize I am as guilty as the rest when it comes to the rarity of posting. Usually because I am embarassed to admit there is so little excitement going on in my life...and sometimes because I am just plain lazy. I miss the regular blog updates of the peeps around the country. Does this mean I acutally have to call people...email them? Stalk them on Facebook in order to keep up. What kind of a friend am I that I cannot acheive the basic level of contact required for updates in a normal fashion, but instead check a blog every day or so.

But I miss you girls, and want to know what is happening. And I'll try to do better with my own blogging.