Making Roots

Sauerkraut Here!

I told you before that I got a job as a receptionist at a small web company in Salt Lake City, Utah.

On my last day at home I didn’t feel nervous, excited or even sad, just numb. I can pretty much guarantee you that I subconsciously put up a mental block to prevent myself from getting overwhelmed. I didn’t want to think about this being my last day of freedom, my last day to hang out with my dog, help my mom, my grandparents and spend my days creating zany projects in the sewing room. Sigh. All in all I think I did a really great job at convincing myself that this is what I need to do and I’m just going to have to pull on my big girl panties and deal with it.

Lucifurs favorite hiding spot, my closet.  I found him when I was trying to pack.  Crappy cat.

So, the day before I left I turned down an interview with the Idaho Food Bank (for a number of very logical reasons), quit my job at the pool, informed the fabric store that I was leaving and attempted to pack. But as always, I waited until the last minute to pack, throw my stuff in my car and drive away. 

I also cleaned out my grandparent’s refrigerator. I don’t need to remind you, but I will, that my grandparents are from the depression era, which means they don’t throw anything away. To them an expiration date is simply a “suggestion” and everything is “still good.”

A long time ago my grandparents left town and I took it upon myself to clean their house. When I was cleaning I threw away some stuff that I didn’t think was important, clearly I was wrong. I threw away some McDonalds Happy Meal Toys that sat atop the china cabinet for nearly a decade and when my grandparents discovered this, they flipped out. Since my cleaning spree, if something goes missing, “Sauerkraut threw it away!” So, I can guarantee you I will get my ass reamed for this cleaning, but it needed to be done.

Here are the two oldest items I found…

Stir Fry Chicken Seasoning Blend... Expired in October of 1999.

Not only the oldest item in the fridge, but my favorite find... Medication to be rectally every four hours, it's from July of 1992.  Bam!

Cue the singing angels!  The end result.

It’s weird being back in Salt Lake and to be honest I don’t think it’s fully sunken in that I’m going to be here for awhile.

I’ve only been at my job for three, half days but I think I’m going to enjoy it. Aside from it taking me three days to clean my cubical (people were really weirded out when they saw me sorting my paper clips by size, color and texture), fucking up an incoming call from the CEO’s daughter (who also works within the company) and starting my period on the job, I think I’m doing okay. Again, the only thing that doesn’t satisfy me is the pay; I need to teach myself to care about something other than money… I haven’t had much luck so far.

Anyways, I’ve been staying at Mr. Coconuts’ house for a mere four days and already I’m desperate for my own place. As much as I love video game battles, pubic hair on the toilet and cooking from a single pan, I think I could really use my own space. I found one place online, its not the cutest, its not the ugliest, but it’s available, and affordable. However, I have a feeling it’s going to be a race to see who gets it first, I hope I win

The outside... Creepy.

The Living Room 

The Kitchen... Tiny, but functional.

Bedroom #1

Bedroom #2 AKA The Crafting Room!

 The Honey Bucket. 

Anyways, I’ll do my best to keep you updated on my new adventure.

That is all.

Sauerkraut

P.S.  On my last day at home I kept hearing a weird sound coming from the kitchen.  Later I discovered that a grasshopper had jumped into the kitchen and was trying to avoid Lucifur, who was on the prowl.  Just when I went to go help it I looked over and there was Lucifur, chomping away.  Sigh, poor little grasshopper. 

P.P.S.  Some other random photos I've taken recently... 

This little house is for sale in Salt Lake City and everytime I pass it, I pause and stare for a moment, I think it's so adorable.  Sigh. 

Zap!  Zap!  My armpits after a laser hair removal treatment.

Safety first... Nevermind that I took this photo while driving. Cringe.

I saw this sign when I was driving around back home, I thought it was cute.