Grumbling.

So let me just start this thing out by saying, I know. I know I'm a terrible blogger... but I don't really feel the need to ramble on about my life, quite honestly because I have nothing personally going on that is amusing or interesting enough to talk about. As far as anything else goes, I seriously doubt my close friends and family would appreciate me rambling about their personal lives... even though trust me, I could write a book or document a pretty hilarious Reality TV show with all the stuff that goes on in Bldg. 4 of my apartment complex. Maybe one day I will.

Now let me tell you one thing I don't know. I don't know what this blog post is going to be about. Every once in a while something happens to me and, in my head I think..."that was definitely blogworthy..." but when it comes right down to it and I'm ready to sit down and take initiative... I forget. So my plan is to just start typing and see what happens.

Ok, here's something. This week my mom emailed me the address of the new house my brother and his wife bought in Missouri(This is after she email it to HIM which she later realized... and started mumbling about how her sons already think she is strange and it's because she does things like emails them their own addresses). So, I am sitting on the couch next to Chelsea(my roommate) and I start looking at the pictures, and rather than making comments like "Oh! How nice... OoOoHhh! I like that room..." I started feeling self pity and bitterness.. and apparently grumbling out loud... Of course Chelsea leans over to look at the pictures and because she and I are almost definitely the exact same person split into two different bodies, she begins to grumble as well. And this is where I start to vent.... Both of my brothers have perfect lives... the both got great jobs, married beautifully perfect sweet skinny girls, and had beautifully perfect sweet babies, and now.... to top it all off they both live in life sized Barbie Dreamhouses. And I never even got a regular Barbie Dreamhouse. All while I sit in San Marcos, single, jobless, and on the fast-track to becoming a cat-lady. The one hope I'm so desperately holding onto is that Chelsea will be right there with me in 20 years... sitting in a rocking chair with me on our front porch... rocking and singing... surrounded by cats... and shooing away little kids that try to play pranks on us and stare as they walk down the road. Those same little kids will then go home and talk about those two freaky ladies who live together and try and decipher which one is the man, and which one is the woman in the relationship, all while Chelsea and I are in our Jammie's posted up with our laptops on E-Harmony.com.

On a positive note, I would just like to assure you(whoever you are because I doubt anyone will read this) that I am not a bitter sad person, and I only grumble to myself, my mother, and Chelsea. I do so because I can, and because I'm sure it's possible that one day I will like in a life-sized Barbie Dreamhouse with a cute husband and some nice kids... maybe even a dog. Until then... I get to grumble... because I feel like maybe if I expect very little out of my life then my expectations will not only be met, but completely surpassed.

I think that is enough for now...

Maybe soon I will blog again... and I think it's going to be something like... "The Top 10 Ways I Am Becoming My Mother...."

Until then,
Lauren :)