It rains here.

I live in Western Washington, and it rains here. Often. Even in July. My roommate parks her car outside of the garage and almost always leaves her windows open at night (as in, all 4 of them). Not sure why, is there a reason your car should be aired out nightly? Anyway, around here it tends to rain overnight quite often even when it is dry during the day, and her car is often wet inside, yet she doesn't seem to change her habit of leaving her windows down, then she complains about it. This is one of the main reasons that I feel that her largest problems are caused by her own doing, and why I really refuse to listen to a lot of her complaining.

When we went camping last week, she mentioned that her cat pooped on our dog bed, and so she put it outside so it didn't smell before she went out of town, and then she heard that we had terrible rain and thunderstorms and she hoped it wasn't wet. Thankfully, it wasn't, she had put it up close enough to the house that it had avoided the rain and it must not have been windy, but you'd think that since she was born here and has lived here her entire life, she would know about this thing called rain and be a bit more careful.

Bigger things to worry about...

No recent posts, my roommate has been out of town for a week, and prior to that was taking a week-long class. Not that I get along better with her when she's doing something during the day, but she comes home and immediately goes to bed, then doesn't get up until after I've gone to bed, so I just don't see her. While my roommate was gone for a week, I took her nasty crockpot out of the fridge. It had two week old food in it but was only about a centimeter full so it took up all kinds of room. It also had a ladle in it. I washed both. So of course that's the first thing she bitches about when she gets home. She yells at my boyfriend for taking it out of the fridge (we had to, we made a large batch of chili and it didn't fit) because she was keeping her crockpot dish in there so it wouldn't attract bugs and she wasn't ready to wash it. I told her it was okay, because it was now washed, no bugs to worry about. I think she was feeling bad that someone else had to wash it for her, but if she was feeling so bad, maybe she would have done it before she left instead of leaving the entire lower shelf of the fridge occupied, or maybe she could have just been happy that someone else had taken care of it!

Exes are people too!

Today we have a newcomer to the board - my boyfriend's ex!

She calls him up this morning, and the poor man is trying to fry eggs, sausage, butter some toast and hold a phone. He tells her this, as he's having a hard time making breakfast while talking to her. She replies, "Oh, you can multitask, you're fine." Then she hears that I'm standing right next to him, and all of a sudden tells him she'll call him back later.

I think women are really conditioned from an early age to be in competition with each other for men, and I think that is ridiculous. I've learned that no matter who you are, how pretty you are, how smart you are or aren't, there is someone out there who likes you for you. No man ever says in his wedding vows that "I picked you because you were prettier than Jane and smarter than Marcy."

If I call an ex of mine, and I hear that he has a girl there, good for him. (Better her than me!) I'll say hello and find out how her day is going. She's a person too! If you don't, you end up sounding like my boyfriend's ex, kinda sad and shady.