So, you know how I was just saying that I don’t like to move my roommate’s stuff cause it makes me feel like I’m doing something wrong? I’m something of a walking contradiction. I set him up with a girl even though he didn’t ask me to.  I feel funny putting his storage containers on a higher shelf, but somehow don’t feel that weird looking through dating ads online and secretly emailing a girl on his behalf. The good news is, he didn’t hate me when he found out. The better news is that they actually hit it off!

Maybe it’s because I actually met my husband online, but I’m a big fan of meeting people that way. It’s like shopping for friends/dates! For dating, there’s a selection to browse, and you only have to contact the people you’re curious about. Then, you get to ask some ‘product” questions before deciding to test someone out on a date! If, say, love of fantasy/scifi/gaming is a make or break issue, you can find out their opinion before you ever see the person face to face. It’s an introvert’s dream come true! It worked for me, for my youngest brother, for my roommate’s sister, for one of my college roommates, gosh, lots of people I know. I also met my friend Mara online by reading each other’s blogs and eventually deciding to meet in person! *grin*

Teh Intar Webs Is Awesome!

I’ll be 30 years old in 6 weeks. I’ve been looking forward to it for a while. Now that it’s getting closer though, I realize it won’t be as exciting as I’d hoped.  The various people that I’d love to see/spend time with will be in different places, making a get-together on the actual ‘big day’ pretty much impossible. I don’t want to be mopey, and I know there are more important things happening than another anniversary of the day I popped into the world. Basically, I could use to learn to control my expectations a bit.

Now, I have to decide if I’d rather hang out in town with my husband and friends and go to an Art Fair (or two), or leave town with my dad and brother and go to a RenFair and a family reunion. It’s a tough call! RenFair might give me belly dancing opportunities, but I haven’t made it to the Art Fair for a couple of years now and that’s fun too! And I’d love to check out a new restaurant or two in Minneapolis, but there’s also nothing quite like the family reunion’s home-made goodies! If my husband could go with, I’d definitely pick the trip out-of-town, but he doesn’t get paid vacations and that’s a lot of work to miss. *sigh*

Maybe I need to see if there are any good bands playing that weekend… that might make it an easier choice. Hmm, Bat for Lashes… There’s an Irish Fair… They’d both be ok, but I’m not dying to go to either. This is so tough!

How do you feel about short blog posts? Like only a sentence or two?

How about long posts? Ones longer than your average news paper column?

I know this is my blog, so I can type whatever I want, I’m just curious how many people I’d annoy if I started writing more frequent but shorter posts. If it’d be terribly annoying, I’ll just use my Tumblr for that. *nod* Also, if you have a Tumblr account, let me know the address/username!

Sometimes, I think think the ideal situation would be for me and my husband to live right next door to one another, each in our own little 1 bedroom apartment. We’d be happily married neighbors! A connecting door between our living rooms would be fine. He could decorate in the “1980’s lawyer look” (black shiny metal and glass, over stuffed seating) he likes, store all his collections of things, and be as messy as he wanted. I could pretend my apartment was a cute little city loft and paint the walls bright colors and shop at cool antique stores for furniture. Maybe someday when we get a house he can just have the basement all to himself and I can set up the upstairs my way. That’d be ok too.

Also, I’m weirdly sensitive to invading other people’s time and space, even my husband’s. Currently, I’m supposed to be unpacking stuff in the kitchen, but I dislike the idea of moving around the things he already unpacked, and I feel especially odd about moving my roommate’s stuff. Like earlier today, I moved some of his food storage containers to a higher shelf to make room for the spices, and it felt weird, like I should ask permission first.

Maybe it’s because I want to treat others how I’d like to be treated, and I really don’t enjoy finding my stuff rearranged without my advanced consent. When I was a kid, my mom used to reorganize my bedroom while I was off at school. It didn’t make me angry or upset really, I just found it chaotic not knowing where my stuff was, and I’ve never liked being surprised like that.

Maybe I just need to take a ‘big girl pill’ and get over myself. I can’t live in a bubble, even if I’d like to some days.

I miss my Grandma’s house.

She had the most fantastic raspberry bush behind her barn. It was crazy – the berries on that bush grew twice as big as any on her regular rows of bushes. Black raspberries on one side of the yard, red on the other. She taught me to put them in milk with sugar, and then squish the heck out of them til the milk was bright red or purple.

She had a great front porch, too. It faced a good sized road and I remember using it as my own personal stage. The passing drivers were my audience. I’d plug my boombox in and dance up a storm. The trees in the front yard were enormous too, so it was always nice and shady on that porch.

She also had the best game closet upstairs. There was an old board game version of Family Feud up there. I remember having a really hard time figuring out the answers to some of the questions since the game was older than any of us kids. There was also a great marble game called Avalanche. I don’t think we ever played by the rules – it was way too entertaining just letting the marbles go through the board.