Friday I am going to San Francisco for 10 days to visit my sisters and my two darling nieces, pictured here in the snow with me (profile pic). They are so amazing. That photo was taken two years ago in Ohio during their first (and only) snowfall. What fun! Even better-- my visit will include 4 days in Napa for my company's annual meeting, so they are paying for everything! Yay! 
I can't wait. Right now I just feel blah.
I want to live alone again but I can't bring myself to tell my roommate he has to move out. Not yet. Money is too tight right now. But soon. Every day I get closer to telling him. Every day that goes by, with him lurking upstairs using the 3rd bedroom as his office, when he promised to get a real job many, many months ago... Every day that he drips his pee on the toilet seats and sheds his hair all over the bathroom floors, yet never EVER cleans up, not even one little bit. Every night that he sleeps on the previously-almost-brand-new futon mattress that I had in my loft, when he promised he would only borrow it for a couple of months, and it's been 15 months. Every time he watches stupid sports analysis programs on my wide/flat screen TV while I am trying to work/sleep/relax. Every time he uses my washer and dryer to do his laundry, without paying extra for it. Every night that he runs his room A/C, without paying a dime towards electricity. Every month (or longer) that he is late with the rent (he went 5 months w/o paying recently!) I am tired of being understanding. If he didn't eat out EVERY meal, and he would go out and get a REAL job (he has a Master's degree for Pete's sake!), he could certainly afford to pay his share around here! As it is, I know I am being taken advantage of and I know it has to stop.
If he had followed through on all the promises he made when he moved in, all would be fine. But alas. He blew it. I am almost at the point where the crap outweighs the extra money coming in. I think it won't be long now...
--l*P
I can't wait. Right now I just feel blah.
I want to live alone again but I can't bring myself to tell my roommate he has to move out. Not yet. Money is too tight right now. But soon. Every day I get closer to telling him. Every day that goes by, with him lurking upstairs using the 3rd bedroom as his office, when he promised to get a real job many, many months ago... Every day that he drips his pee on the toilet seats and sheds his hair all over the bathroom floors, yet never EVER cleans up, not even one little bit. Every night that he sleeps on the previously-almost-brand-new futon mattress that I had in my loft, when he promised he would only borrow it for a couple of months, and it's been 15 months. Every time he watches stupid sports analysis programs on my wide/flat screen TV while I am trying to work/sleep/relax. Every time he uses my washer and dryer to do his laundry, without paying extra for it. Every night that he runs his room A/C, without paying a dime towards electricity. Every month (or longer) that he is late with the rent (he went 5 months w/o paying recently!) I am tired of being understanding. If he didn't eat out EVERY meal, and he would go out and get a REAL job (he has a Master's degree for Pete's sake!), he could certainly afford to pay his share around here! As it is, I know I am being taken advantage of and I know it has to stop.
If he had followed through on all the promises he made when he moved in, all would be fine. But alas. He blew it. I am almost at the point where the crap outweighs the extra money coming in. I think it won't be long now...
--l*P
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Enjoy your trip. I'm envious because it's one place I'd love to visit.
hope you're enjoying NorCal