The Official House Hunt 2011 has begun.

I'm going to look at a house this afternoon which could potentially be my new home for the next year! I'm super excited and nervous. Why? Because I am thinking about living with two boys.

My (desperate) Craigslist Ad: Single female seeks old college roommates to share house and life.

I am on the quest for a cheap place to live. Really, seriously, does this exist?

The cheapest way, I have found to reduce apartment payments is through roommates. Unfortunately, when I graduated from college I got it stuck in my head that I would never, ever, have roommates again. Oh how I was wrong.

After living for 8 months, in a single bedroom apartment, I am taking the leap back into roommates, not just one, but two. I have explored many options, trust me. Craigslist has been my top url for the past 3 months. My dreams are filled with nightmares of houses and apartments covered in rats or cockroaches or worse, silverfish. I have sorted through requests for roommates, my favorite of which was this: “Seeking female student to share downtown apartment with male grad student; 1 bed/bath; share rent, util., food, bed; dress code is au naturale; email and tell me about yourself and what kind of housing needs you have; no pics (yet)”. Maybe a random roommate is not the greatest idea.

Why can't one of my old college girlfriends live in the same city as me? Just one?

Skeleton Creatures

Normally I do not post more twice in one day, but I just had to share this, you know since I love skeletons and all. Check this out,you won't be disappointed. http://www.strandbeest.com/.

Free Almonds

I went to target last night in search of lunch food. It has been about 3 weeks of constant PB&Js and I'm sick. My Target experience was a good one (as always), despite the lack of choices when it comes to wrapping paper. You would think with a population as large as ours and the percentage of women running around with babies in their bellies, there would be more choices. I mean is it too much to ask for something with little animals?? ANYWAYS, that’s another story.

I had a coupon and headed straight for the nut aisle for Emerald Almonds, yumm and healthy! Turns out they were on sale. Double savings! But they only had one kind, Dry Roasted Almonds, perfect. That was all I wanted anyways, just plain roasted almonds. I threw two in my cart (the requirements of the coupon).

So of course when I packed my lunch today, these went with it. Well, I couldn’t wait for lunch to break into them. They seemed to be calling my name from inside of my bag across my cubicle where I was hiding them. Around 10:30 I wanted to shut them up, so I peeled off the plastic seal and dug in. Immediately I thought, What’s wrong with these almonds? They look like they had spent too long in the tanning bed like some of the girls I went to high school with .I popped a few in my mouth and began to gag. What the. . . They taste like a mix between the worst ranch dressing in the world and those garlic cheesy scalloped potatoes you make from a box. Yuck. Of-course I go straight to the ingredients (something I normally always check before buying anything, but they are almonds, what other ingredients could there be?). Salt, modified potato starch, sugar, monosodium glutamate, paprika, onion powder, autolyzed yeast extract, garlic powder, natural flavor, modified corn starch, corn syrup solids. Dammit, tricked once again. Apparently dry roasted does not mean what I thought. I guess that's what I get for trying to be frugal.

Who wants to go out for lunch?

"If you got a heart. . ."

Today I am pulling my eyelashes out. Some sit on the ends of my fingers, I blow those off, in big poofs of breath like smoke rings or in light tickling streams of hot air. I make wishes, knowing that most of them will never come true. Which makes me wonder about the state of our being. We naturally set ourselves up for failure, why?

It has been night all day. I think the sun forgot to wake up. I tried calling to remind her, but I was put on hold. "Sun is in a very important meeting and can not be disturbed." "Who with?" I ask. "The devil."

Yoga makes me feel like Gumby, but my eyes don't bug out of my head and I don't turn green like spinach, and I don't have a best friend called Pokey. And I definitely do not become a comedian. I do have a pair of nemeses who wreak mischief and havoc at all times, only they aren't called Blockheads, they are called Night and Day.

When I was a kid, ideas use to go off like fireworks in my head. In high school, light bulbs burned so bright above my head I was afraid everyone could see them. In college, candles used to flicker steady and strong. Today, I put on a pair of socks, when I got into the office someone said, "Your socks are different colors." I looked down, one was black and the other was purple.

Does anyone remember Gumby's friend, Goo, the flying blue mermaid who spits goo balls and can change her shape? Do you think she was made fun of in middle school?