A blogging buddy sent this to me via email. Instead of responding I have decided to post my answers here.

1. Four places that I go to over and over:
   Work, Church, Grocery, Blockbuster
2. Four people who e-mail me (regularly):
   Shay, Kimmy, Jex, Nana, Slaus
3. Four of my favorite places to eat:
   PF Chang’s, Garrisons, Mt Fuji, Outback Steakhouse
4. Four places I would rather be right now:
   Caymans, St Lucia, Bermuda, Cancun
5. Four TV shows I watch:
   Real Time with Bill Maher, Entourage, ANTM, True Blood

What about you? Care to share four things?

I’ve got nothing. Nada. Zilch. A big fat ZERO!

When that changes, hopefully soon, I’ll be BACH. 😉

I’m seven weeks into sharing my home with a very close friend and I’ve come to realize just how anal I am. Shocking, I know, because I didn’t think I was. 😉

Sharing my space with another person has brought to the forefront my slight obsession with wanting things a “certain” way…my way.

First let me make something clear. In all honesty and fairness this should bare no harsh light or negative connotations towards my friend/housemate. She is respectful, neat, thoughtful, and does her fair share of cleaning so my issues are, well, just that, my issues.

The paragraphs that follow will make me sound self absorbed and selfish…just an all around ass. I feel that way too just having the thoughts. This is the result of being single and living alone for a long time. You become accustomed to things being a certain way in your “space”. You find yourself very territorial about your “space” and any infringement quickly becomes a major irritant.

The first 5 weeks were a breeze for me then without warning or provocation something in my head sort of “snapped” and for the past two weeks I have struggled to suppress my anal “demon”. LOL

Little, insignificant things make me want to scream. I want the silverware a certain way in the drawer and the pots organized and stack my way.

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