lonely days

Well, it's official...I no longer have a roommate and have my house to myself!

Was this planned? Absolutely not.
Am I going to be ok? Absolutely...I think.

I was given about 2 weeks notice, which kind of sucked because an extra month to get my finances in order would have been ideal. But what can you do? At first my heart celebrated when I heard the news. Not that there was anything wrong with my roommate, I was just getting to the point where I was ready to have my space and my stuff to myself again. And now that I am almost to the "kicked out of the singles ward" age, I wasn't sure that I wanted another roommate from the singles ward. However, reality sunk in quick. I freaked out when I realized that my bills and my monthly income are almost the same. However, I have a plan and a budget, and so far things have worked out. I truly believe that there are blessings that come from paying tithing. I have already witnessed it this month. Yay!

So what am I doing with my extra room? Turning it into a craft room, of course! I got some cheap tables from IKEA, have another desk and shelves that I am gonna spray paint, got a white bookcase and will decorate the walls/shelves with owls and birds. I am so thrilled! My head is swimming with ideas, but I just don't exactly know how to implement them. It is a fun project, but very much a work in progress. It is already a disastrous mess, but here is a quick shot I took of my tables to give you a small idea. I will definitely post more when I am done (or closer to being done).Yes, those ARE power tools on the floor. Be amazed.

And now for my favorite experience I have had since living alone. It was the day after my roomie moved out. I was just staring at the blank walls and empty room, thinking of all the things I could do in the room. I have this small window above the regular window in the room that my roomie had covered with cardboard to keep the light out. The cardboard was still in the window so I decided to take it out and put it in the recycle bin in the garage. Mind you, I wasn't wearing many clothes (it's hot in AZ) and I was barefoot. I turn on the light in the garage, put the cardboard in the recycle bin and then walk back toward the door into my house. I have a rug in between the garage and step up into the kitchen, and I saw what looked like some sort of rubber backing coming up from between the rug and the wall. I thought it was strange, so I touched it with my toe to try and push the rubber back under the rug. Then all of the sudden, the rubbery stuff started moving, in a wave like motion. It was then that I realized that what I just touched with my toe was not rubber, it was a freaking snake! I shouted some naughty words and jumped into my kitchen. I immediately called my mother and cried that there was a snake in my garage. Her words, "Well, get it out!" Gee, thanks. How am I supposed to do that? So, I decide it would be best to put clothes on since I will be opening the garage, I grab a broom and get ready to wrestle with a snake. But first, I took a picture. Gotta document this.Blogging friends, meet my unwelcomed new roommate, Elvis. Isn't he fantastic? Well, I wasn't so fond of him that day. He was promptly evicted, via broom. I swept that not-so-little guy out of my garage. He was not aggressive, but freaky nonetheless. When I would sweep/fling him out of the garage toward the street, he would immediately begin a journey back toward my garage. It was not that he was trying to fight back or attack me, I think he was just trying to find safety and/or get oriented. Once outside my garage he played in my rocks and started toward the garage again. I couldn't have that. So I decided it would be best to sweep him into the street, so maybe a car would run him over. Yes, that really was my thinking. So I continue sweeping him until he is in the gutter between my driveway and the street. Mind you, several of my rocks are in the street with him (that's how ferociously I was sweeping). He slithers around for bit between the street and the gutter, maneuvering around the rocks. Also, it was like 120 degrees that day, so I can only imagine that the road was scorching hot. I begin to feel bad and get nervous about other neighbors happening upon a snake, let alone children or a dog! I call my mother again, this time with a shovel in my hand asking her if I should kill it via decapitation so that it can't harm anyone. Her reply, "Just push it farther down the street, away from other houses." Brilliant. I grab the broom again and head toward the snake to sweep him. As a side note, I hadn't seen him moving for a bit. I figured he was just taking a rest. Afterall, I had just traumatized him. So out comes the broom again. I sweep, his stiff body moves. Uh oh. Stiff body?? Yes, that's right. He had croaked! I killed him! My heart hurt a little bit. Did he fry to death on the street, or did I literally cause his death by traumatizing him? Who knows. So, I pushed his lifeless body down the street and into the rocks at the end of the road.

But wait, it doesn't end there. My brain starts thinking again and I worry once more that some child or small animal is going to happen upon this snake corpse and have a heart attack. So later that night I take my shovel in hand and pick up the poor, lifeless creature. He was then tossed into my garbage can where he was wisked away by the garbage truck the following morning. Poor Elvis.

Upon later investigation, I found out that he was a King Snake. Completely harmless, eats other snakes, and most people keep them as pets. Great. He wasn't a threat. And I killed him. Figures.

Great story, right? Definitely one I won't forget anytime soon. So NOW I officially have no roommate. The next person who moves in will be a man. I hope.

Speaking of men, I have already lost excitement with LDSSingles.com because nothing ever happens. No dates, not many flirts and/or messages. I think I need to change things up to get men to notice me. Do you think I should make this my profile picture?

{Yes, yes I should}