Closet Shopping

I hate shopping for clothes. It's the worst, most depressing and humiliating task i can think of. Although i adore my gal pals and know they are beautiful and supportive...going shopping with them is a struggle with my ego.

They're size 8/10 and 12/14. They have entire aisles dedicated to their size. Whereas I as a 18/20 have at best a 3 foot long section to look through. And I can try on every single item in that section and not find a single thing that fits.

Since this has been the case through most of my life, I never developed an affinity for going shopping. Either nothing fit or i looked like i was dressed by my grandmother. Hence, i hate clothing shopping in general and find it to be a necessary evil. Occasionally i get lucky and find something that i like and fits, and then i buy four of them.

Over time, i found shops that catered to my size and didn't have grandma style clothes. But where jeans are normally $40, mine are $58. Where tops are normally $20, i pay $50. So i still didn't go crazy with clothes.

I've been tightening my purse strings for quite a while but with a wedding coming up, I had to find something nice. My closet currently contains:

• Slinky black dress numbers 1, 2 and 3 and slinky red dress number 1, 
• doesn't fit anymore dresses 1 through 5, 
• Red ballgown (aka totally inappropriate for a wedding)
• Super casual red print dress (aka totally inappropriate for a wedding)
• and two skirts that i love but are very uncomfortable to sit in. 

Did i mention it's going to be in the mid to high 80's on that day?

So i called the only person i could think of that would have a solution: My sister. 

She grew up very skinny and spent entire summers going shopping with our aunts on the east coast who all love to shop. I grew up on the west coast, wearing camouflage and scraping my knees. But now, ironically, we've evened out to just about the same size and shape. Although she still has about four bra sizes on me. 

She loves to shop. She has three closets (two of them are double hung) that are stuffed full of clothes. To the point that i could barely push stuff aside to look at them. From theses closets she pulled out a dozen dresses for me to choose from and borrow. 

I was skeptical at first. Usually with a dozen i have about a 30 % chance to walk away with 1. But by dress four fitting nicely, i was actually enjoying myself. In the end all but three fit me reasonably well, but i took the four best with me to decide after spending some time in them. 

Four dresses of varying niceness, for free, in the span of about an hour from start to finish. All the hard work was already done thanks to my sister. I can go formal with the green beaded one, I can go comfortable casual with a navy one, retro with a polka dotted one, or feminine with a peachy flowered one. 

Now i understand the appeal that my skinny gal pals feel when going shopping. Shopping in my sister's closet has options. Options are FUN! Not to mention it's free. Best Shopping Trip EVER!!!

Jump start on spring cleaning

Given that there is a light dusting of snow on the ground right now, "spring cleaning" is just a euphemism for "My apartment is messy again and i need to clean it by Friday".

Molly, the Wallet Thief/Poop machine dog, will be returning to my apartment starting this weekend. Although it will just be for half of a day before she goes back to my sister's place, i still need to dog proof it again so she doesn't go all insane on me again. I was of the opinion that she will love anyone who gives her food and pays her the slightest attention. But Miss Molly had other plans. My mom, or family dog whisperer, thinks that because Molly is a rescue, that she has some anxieties about being in strange places and she shows those anxieties by....removing food from her system ASAP. But, since my parents and my sister will be out on overlapping vacations in a couple months, it's important that we get her used to coming over to my apartment minus the anxieties.

Taking care of Rusty on the other hand is simple. He's like a cat. Feed him on time, pet him and otherwise let him sleep and he's golden. So we're starting Molly on a weekly scale and trying some old tricks like blankets that smell like my sister to see if we can curb some of the less pleasant results.

On the plus side, since she's only coming over after work until my sister gets home...if she does decide to have 3 am diarrhea...i won't be the one cleaning it up. This is a GOOD plan :)

This will be a weekly deal though, starting one day, maybe going over night, so i need to keep my place tidy or within a few minutes of cleaning up. So I decided to start doing some purging. I already Craigslist-ed a multitude of other things that were just taking up room and letting me stack papers on top of it.

The only problem with this plan is that now i have no where to put the stuff that was on top of/inside of/carefully balanced by these things. Now, it's all just in a heap on the floor...mostly in my bedroom. When i can't walk around my bed to the other side...that's a problem. As in, why, for instance, do i still have the unbroken down box that the most beautiful red kitchen aid in the world came in......IN MY BEDROOM?

Tonight is cleaning up the remains of my staining/varnish project and putting away my tools. Then i'll give the kitchen a good wipe down and check the floor for things Molly might think are treats. When that's done, i'll probably clean out my fridge. I know of two science experiments in my freezer that I've been pretending don't exist.

After that will be the bedroom tackle project where i will strive to whip my possessions back into an orderly fashion. Also part of this plan is purging my clothing of things that done fit or are ripped...which i haven't done in about 2 years. So i called in my girly girl sister to not only give me a second opinion, but to fold the "keep" pile for me...cause she's got that awesome quirk of loving to fold clothes.

Also, I bought a summer themed bed in a bag kit. Cause while i LOVE my gorgeous red Ikea duvet cover, with all the dark furniture in my room, it makes things feel depressing in summer. But with Target's "Jasmine" kit...it'll be light and soothing for summer months. Except i ordered a full size and after reading the reviews, i'm thinking i should have ordered a queen size. I'll see when it gets here.

3am Poop Patrol

Well, i knew there would be more adventures with the Wallet Thief/Molly dog. Just didn't expect them to be so gross.

I picked Molly up from my parents place and made the mistake of sitting down. Within minutes i had both Molly and Rusty (my parent's dog) weighing me down.

When I finally managed to dump them off my lap and stand again, Molly was only too happy to go with me. She even approved of Boyfriend Jon joining us for our adventure.

I'm pretty sure that Miss Molly didn't get into anything while she was at my apartment. Boyfriend Jon kept her on the couch until i had finished checking every corner for anything that potentially might smell or taste good to her. Meanwhile she chilled in the round chair in a position that maximized her belly rubbing potential.

After that, she joined in on a Halo Reach party. And by joined in, i mean that she sat on my lap and pawed at my hand because i wasn't petting her or paying attention to her, which is so wrong of me to be RIGHT THERE, but not adoring her.

By the end of the night, she had met three dogs from my complex, left her mark all over my area, chased a squirrel, checked every single corner of my apartment for food (while i watched her like a hawk ready to snatch anything out of her mouth), and been pet enough that she fell soundly asleep at my feet around 11:30. I settled in for what i thought would be an easy night.

(insert ominous music here)

At around 3am, i was woken up by Molly beginning to move around. Figuring she needed to go out, i got up and pulled on my robe. When i turned around to find her (time lapse of maybe five seconds), she was just finishing laying an extra gooey turd right in front of my front door. I yelled "Molly no!" but was by far too late. I clipped her leash on and led her out back since opening the front door would have smeared her 'present'. Thankfully, i live on the bottom floor and have some grass out in my swamp. Molly sniffed around for a good fifteen minutes, but kept trying to go back inside rather than finish off her dump. Finally, the cold won and i let her back inside.

I proceeded to clean up my carpet while Molly sat and wagged her tail, completely content now that i was awake to pay attention to her again. She was utterly non-perturbed that I was gagging at the smell. When it was clean, i used a large flattened cardboard box to block off part of my room, and then closed her in so she was next to my bed and had about five feet of space to walk around without getting into trouble.

For a half hour, I argued with her that she was not going to be allowed back onto the bed. Her attempts to thwart my decree ended up shaking my bed as her wiener dog length, and cocker spaniel weight hampered her jumping up successfully.

Just as i was dozing off again, i was overwhelmed by another round of stench. I flipped on my light and was greeted by another set of presents . Looking at the clock, it had just turned 4am. Luckily, I had tissue in my room and was able to clean enough of the mess up so that i could open the door without smearing it all over.

We repeated the process of standing outside in the cold while she sniffed around without pooping or peeing as she got a dose of sleep-deprived crabby Anne. Twenty minutes later, when I felt sure that she was done with those kind of gross presents, i let her back in. I got out my carpet cleaner and got to work cleaning up the mess in my room and lighting a scented candle to mask the stench. No sooner did i turn around then i see her walking away from yet ANOTHER gooey puddle.

By this point the only thing keeping me from dragging her back outside is how cold it is out there. So i took the cardboard box and blocked her into the kitchen where at least the linoleum would make cleanup easy. I then start cleaning up THAT mess while she watches me by standing on her hind legs and looking over the box. I put her bed in the kitchen with her and finally went back to sleep around 5:30 am.

I will say that the best thing about Molly is that she doesn't bark, or whine, or make much noise at all. Just soft snoring, or humphing when she's smelling around. Occasionally, she'll growl a little bit, but usually it's only when something like a squirrel is taunting her from the other side of a window. She doesn't even bark at other dogs. It definitely was a winning trait with my whole family.

And of course, upon waking up around 7:30 to let Miss Molly out again...there wasn't a single dropping anywhere in my kitchen. *scowl*

I talked to my parents (Molly's weekday guardians) and they said she went through a similar episode the first time she stayed at their place, so it might just have been distress at a new place or that she managed to get into something after all.

All I know is that all day Sunday, I nursed a headache. And when Mom offered to take Molly for the week like she normally does for my sister, i gave up/in.

If i hadn't had them as a backup, I would have tolerated it. But it just solidified in my mind that as much as i really want a dog right now, my lifestyle is not ready for it. Anyway, Molly is back with her companion Rusty so she's much happier.

Creeeeeeepppyyyy

I found something rather unsettling in my car yesterday. It was a styrofoam burger king cup that had spilled out a ton of sunflower seed shells.

Not that weird you say? What if i were to tell you I hardly ever eat SUNFLOWER seeds? Only thing that goes in my car, are pumpkin seeds.

Not weird enough? What if i were to tell you the last time i went to a burger king was in early OCTOBER. And i most certainly did not get a styrofoam cup. Not to mention, my car got cleaned out before Jon's family arrived in mid December.

Still not weird enough? Boyfriend Jon (the only person i know to eat sunflower seeds ever in my car) hasn't eaten them since that October trip, much less put them in a styrofoam cup that somehow managed to elude disposal. Nor has anyone that's been in the back seat of my car since early December prior to the clean out.

And if that wasn't weird enough for you...consider these facts:

1. The only Burger King in the area is at the bottom of the hill that I was parked at when the sunflower seeds were discovered. Its about five to eight miles from my home.
2. When going out to my car to put stuff in it just before i discovered them...i heard the locks click open.
3. My windows were not open
4. The seeds were still wet....but not moldy at all
5. there is a known "problem" house around the corner.

I'm not typically one to point fingers and i will readily give the allowance that maybe i just didn't notice the seeds for a while (though for that length of time i'm going to go with improbable).

If it was someone that i know was in my back seat: Dude that's just gross.

If it was someone i don't know....WTF?

Nothing was taken (not that there was anything to take - the most expensive thing in my car is the 5$ ipod jack from radio shack) and no loose change. But WHY on earth would they break into my car just to leave their gross sunflower seed cup dumped over my back seat???? I just cannot fathom that someone would go to that much trouble to be so disgusting. It just doesn't add up.

I cleaned it all out. Everything. Even though i was supposed to be helping my sister with her remodel, i couldn't stop cleaning. Vacuumed everything, took a cleaning cloth to my dash and center console, re-organized my trunk, threw out what trash i had. I feel extremely violated. I felt like someone had defiled my little Focus and i had to make her mine again.

Boyfriend Jon tried to reason it out but even he couldn't answer some of my questions. I think he was left either wondering if i'm forgetting something that would crack this case open like...well... a sunflower seed, or if someone, somehow, for some bizarre reason, did this. Thankfully, he let me vent out my confusion and frustration until i felt better.

And now i'm making doubly sure that my doors are locked when i exit the car. Even if that means locking the doors before Boyfriend Jon gets his door open....again.

It's the attack of self taught HTML

Me+HTML= bad combination.

However, thanks to the world of the internet, even someone as inept as me can figure out how to make things like bold, strikeouts, tables, column widths, and tweak certain things about pre-made templates.

I'm in awe of people who can do this all day every day. I humbly bow to your superior skill and enormous amounts of patience. Just reading all the acronyms gives me a headache. tb, table border, tr, table row. I would rather just do an excel sheet. Which, i'm very aware has a very similar code running in the background.

Thank you so much to those who put in the time and effort to make my life easier so that I don't have to speak HTML on a daily basis. You have no idea how much I appreciate that.

Now back to our regularly scheduled programing!

There's been a Rant and Raves tab at the top for quite some time. But due to the obnoxious way I originally had this laid out, it was rather difficult to look at. I tried colors, different lines....but what i really needed all along was a table. Which i now have!

Go go gadget internet. The ultimate tool.

I'm an opinionated person. I know this sometimes is a bad thing, but other times it can be good. I enjoy sharing my opinions and experiences with others. Most of the time i'm just trying to be helpful...in a blunt, graceless, more than you needed to know way.

I hope someone out there finds my Rants and Raves page helpful. Each of the places are hyper-linked to the post that explains more about why i chose to rant or rave.

So here are a few places that haven't made it on my list yet.

Third Place Books in Lake Forest Park:

Not only is this the workplace of wonderful friend Annie from NaNo, but it's hands down the coolest bookstore around. I never much cared for the overpriced Barnes and Nobel, or the snobbish attitude i seemed to routinely get from the Borders personnel. So i was a "leave me alone" second hand book store kind of person. But this place really rivals my favorite half price books because most likely they WILL have the book i'm looking for at super competitive prices. If i want to sit and read the first couple of chapters before buying...i can. Not once have i been interrupted to be convinced by someone who's never read the book that i should definitely buy it. The crew of Third Place really know their stuff and seem like real bookworms themselves rather than people who just needed a job.

They even have multiple kinds of food stuffs (not just a typical cafe) and occasionally a live band. This place is easily worth the drive.

(They also had Buddy Valastro from the Cake Boss there for a signing! COOL)

Another place that's worth the drive

Legend Nails in Kirkland/Juanita

I'm not big on girly things. But manicures and pedicures just feel SO good it's hard to resist sometimes. So when i go get a pedicure and pay good money, it truly and utterly pisses me off when the nail polish chips or peels after ONE DAY.

It's not like i get home and immediately wash my entire collection of dishes. But invariably, i have a tiny window of looking good.

Perhaps thats why Legend Nails is on my raves list. I don't know what they do special but I have never had a pedicure last less than THREE weeks from them. Manicures are usually good for a couple weeks at least before they start to chip.

I found it just after my sister moved because they had just opened and were having a special. Now, i'm more than willing to drive all the way over there. It's a plus cause i have someone to go with :)

Nano 2010 Day 14

Word count: 23,425
Today's quota: 23,338

For a change i thought I'd post after I'd already done the necessary typing for the day. This will be a quick post but i did want to say the following.

Attempt #1 at Tiramisu: FAIL! Bad, completely disproportional recipe offline! What a waste of good marscapone cheese! If i could comment and warn people away from the recipe i would. Ended up with tiramisu flavored goop the consistency of thin cake batter!

Finally decided to do a search on the files on my computer...and lo and behold i found my sister's recipe which i had typed up and saved...totally not burried in my documents in a folder labled "Recipes"

Attempt #2: Incredible. Perfect. Delicious.....about half gone already.

Municiple Liasons and Messing with my sister

ML: That's the title of the NaNo job I'm trying to skirt around.

What they do:
Do the Nano thing. 50,000 words in 30 days. Check
Coordinate events. Weekly write ins, pre and post celebrations. Check
Answer every email. Check
Presence in the Regional forums. yup, i do post a lot on there. Check
Engaging in light fund-raising. This is the only thing i haven't done officially. so no check here.

I'm pretty much doing all the necessary tasks to be a Municipal Liaison. So, why am i not one of them?

Well, it basically comes down to being chicken. Nervous to have my name emblazoned anywhere where people know to come to me for answers. To have this crazy thing called responsibility.

So my goal for 2010 NaNo...is to learn how to be a proper ML so that when 2011 comes around, I can jump in with both feet and not pull other Wrimos down with me.

Secondly...there's my sister. She's a lot older than me. She grew up in the time when you actually memorized all your friends phone numbers. Where if you were driving somewhere and were going to be late...well, you were just late. If you wanted to talk to someone far away but not call them...you actually wrote a letter and used these things called stamps.

So natrually, when it comes to technology, she's a little behind the times. She's scared of IM and only recently started talking. For her... ASAP is the kind of digispeak she understands.

A few years ago, we were writing e-mail back and forth and I used LOL. Thus began her education in Digispeak and Emoticons.

Sister: what's ROTF?
Me: Rolling On The Floor.
Sister: what's BRB
me: Be Right Back
Sister: what's Colon and the closing parentesies?
me: a smilie face.
Sister: a what?
Me:
Sister: I still don't see it.
Me:

So every now and then I will receive a text from her telling me something in digispeak.

Sister: "Yeah, i'll SYL"
me: It's CYL
Sister: no it isn't: See You Later
Me: Say the letter C and then say the word See
Sister: Oh! But why did they change it?
Me: same reason we use 4 instead of for
Sister: I don't get it

And every now and then, i can't help but mess with her.

Me: Here's a new digispeak for you. "LMK if you want more help"
Sister: what's digispeak?
Me: Same stuff as LOL
Sister: Oh... it's Let me know. I'm getting pretty good aren't I? Send me another one. I just learned BRB.
Me: IMO red is a better color than pink
Sister: In My Opinion :)
Me (with a devilish grin on my face): U might B lrnin kwik but ur still such a n00b
Me (when i didn't get a response) : IOW U need more practice. It B JOOTT ill always B able to mess with you over. JK. XD
Sister: ok, i'll figure these out and get back to you.

Sigh. Sometimes, I just can't resist. Now i just have to let her know that one is and Emoticon not Digispeak. Woops.

I love my sister's sense of priorities

As I'm trying to rush out the door this morning because thanks to a bowl of cereal that i swear jumped off the counter to kamikaze to the floor my phone rings. It's my sister. Since she almost never calls me in the morning, i figure this is important. So I do the Cell phone twist (i still need to figure out where on earth my blue tooth ran off to) were you have your head and shoulder attempting to hold this tiny piece of plastic and electronics to your ear while you juggle purse, keys and a banana for breakfast.

She sounds happy. Considering she's been out of a job for a while and was miserable at her old job to the point where i was concerned for her health, but that she started her new (and much better job) yesterday, i figure i can give her a few minutes of my time.

My sister starts gushing about how she stopped at Tully's in the town we both work in and a cute fireman held the door open for her and then bought her chai for her. Natrually, she has to tell me what he looks like and all about his smile. THEN she tells me that he said he'd been fighting a fire at my company's site that morning. A two hour long fight. As i'm sitting there trying to decide if i should call in and see if my workplace is still standing she continues on about the fireman and how she used my employment at the company to start an nice conversation with the VERY cute fireman . All i can do is smile and listen to my sister in all her sillyness.

I love the sense of priorities. Cute firemen...then "your office might have burned down"

Nano post #6: in which i crack under the pressure

It's Day number 13.

To stay in line with the quota, i should be at 21,971 words by the end of tonight.

Current word count: 17,251

I'm only currently behind by almost 4.5 thousand words.........>.<

I sit here at work Monday through Thursday this month (because i thought ahead and took all friday's OFF! Go me for thinking ahead!) tapping my fingers on my cubicle desk anxiously waiting for 5 o'clock to roll aound so that i can rush home and start writing again in a vain attempt to eventually get ahead of the quota again. Only to be intterupted by massive amounts of phone calls, a desire to go out to dinner for steak, friends IMing me asking to hang out, or me asking friends what they think about a certain aspect of my story or to have them predict the future 30 years from now.
I talk to my sister about Manhattan and the lifestyle the people live with there. Since she's one of the few people i know that have spent an extended period of time visiting and roaming around Manhattan (she's been going there about once a year since she was a kid). She gets there and blends in almost instantly. When i went when i was 18, i spent the entire time bumbling around terrified of the massive amounts of people, watching my sister expertly navigating the crowds.
There's really only one problem with this tactic. My sister is an annalytical thinker with little imagination when it comes to things that could be as opposed to as they are.

I'm frustrated. I know that eventually i can edit my story once i take my own trip to New York in the spring but I'm finding it hard to write things without a clue as to what it's like. I don't know what the streets i've chosen from my Manhattan City guide oragami map (BEST thing EVER if you go to new york to get is a oragami map) So much to my chagrin, i'm basically basing a lot of my scenery off of Sex and the City.

I really want to just give up, but my competative side won't let me and i know that. I have to win this challenge. I'm not the kind of person that gives up even when it starts looking like a futile task. For some reason i'm begingin to get the impression that starting Thanksgiving night, i'm basically only going to leave my laptop for the bread and water and the bathroom because i will be that far behind.

Oh and as far as cracking under the pressure: I told myself at the begining of this that it would be wrong to write while at work. And until today (at least i made it almost halfway) i stuck with that. However yesterday i was surfing the internet waiting for someone to assign me a task and i finally cracked and opened my online version and started writing again. I made over a thousand words throughout the day.
I know this was bad and not a very good indicator of my generally awsome work ethic but in my defense...all of my work was done. Inboxes were empty, task log completely crossed off, and there was nothing more i could do until the next day not even to get ahead of myself. I even went around and checked with my team to see if they needed an extra set of hands to take care of some of their work. When i recived a No response from every single one of them, i began to write furiously.
Sometimes, i love my job. (when i don't have to work with a single moody person).

On Moving out, my imaginary tattoo, and my sister

There are a number of things circling around in my head today. The most prominant of them being about moving out.
I've been living with my parents my whole life. Having gone from high school straight into a college about 15 minutes away, getting my own place in this area (where prices are unbeliveable) just didn't make sense. Now that I'm off from school, with my AA in hand....it's time to move out....before my mother and I kill eachother from territorial nonsense.
I found an ad on Craigslist and immediatly liked my potential roommate and her primadona cat named Shadow upon meeting them. This is a big thing because normally I'm not a cat person at all. Bigger still is that normally I'm not very good at getting along with girls right away. I grew up with guys and I'm a tomboy. But this girl and I hit it off right away.
Now the irony is this: She and I took a pottery class from the same teacher. Not too suprising because Lars is the only pottery teacher at our college. What's more is that our mothers used to work together and were friends. I had never met this girl no her mother. So how odd is that.
As usual I'll throw in that "I"M SO EXCITED TO MOVE OUT" bit. but I'm sure most people are getting tired of hearing it so we'll leave it there and I'll go back to picking out things for my appartment to be.

In other news/stream-of-conciousness:
I've been wanting to get a tattoo for a long long time. Trouble is, I'm scared of needles and the pain they cause. Also that I've been too indecisive as to what I want a tattoo of that I wisely chose to decline that rebellious urge. However over the last few years, I fell in love with an image and actually stuck to loving it. I've never seen it since but it is firmly lodged in my brain. Eventually when I manage to unlodge it and spit it out through my fingers onto paper/ get it scanned /learn how to put it up on here....I will. However until then a description will have to suffice:
It's a tiger, orange and black, walking down in that predatory stance. Like it's balancing on a narrow branch and it's body is higher than it's head in a beautifully curved line starting with it's tail and ending with the paw that it's advancing on. And it's staring right at you almost as if it's stalking you, the prey. I want a waterfall like image behind it. and the branch it will be walking on will have cherry blossoms on it. (bet most of you who think you know me didn't see that part comming muahahah) And where will this be, you might ask? On my shoulder/back just next to my shoulder blade. Even if i wern't afraid of the pain from the needles, it probably would still be rather small spaning maybe 5 inches across the longest point. I'd let it fade gradually as well, almost as if it trickled down my back.
As it is, I even put off getting shots and giving blood because there's that single prick. So i doubt that this tattoo will become a reality any time in the near future. Besides, knowing me, I would want to watch the tattoo artist like a hawk (or a tiger) to make sure they did it just right. And getting it on the back might make that hard.I feel sorry for whoever might agree to do this for me.
I love the concept of body art when it's done in an artful or meaningful way. Doing it because there's some random trend going around doesn't qualify as art. Perhaps I'll muster up the courage or drop the idea from my brain entirely. Who knows at this point.

Lastly of the things that are on my mind that I'll actually write about in this post is my sister. My sister is seeing a guy and "kind of " really likes him. She went over to his place which is a typical bachelor pad (go figure). My sister is a neat freak and what she deems as "dirty" would normally be just cluttered to normal people. So when he said that she wouldn't want to see the bedroom because she was already critisizing his main living area (gee, i don't blame him). She responds to him with this: "I bet my sister's room (me -_-) is worse." Not only did that upset me, but I was genuinely insulted. So now this guy whenever I might meet him will have a negative "slob" connotation in his mind about me.
To set the record straight. My room is cluttered, no doubt. I live currently in a 9x9 room with a 4 foot closet. And that's where ALL my belongings are. There just plain old isn't enough room to spread out. Like my sister does in her 1 bedroom apartment with storage locker as well. So yes, my room does look messy at first glance. However, clean clothes are on one side of the room, and dirty are in a hamper ready for me to go do laundry. That's the closest it comes to dirty.
So now i don't know how to handle my sister. Obviously she has very little regard for me in this sense as to insult me to someone whom i will probably meet at some point. Were i to tell someone about her that she was a neurotic neat freak with obsessive compulsive tendencies that go way out of control leading her to be cleaning at 3am because the bathroom she just cleaned yesterday is dirty and she can't sleep. Yes it's true, but she would jump down my throat about something like that as being rude.
On the flip side of all of this (you will realize as time goes on that there are two sides of me, Rational and emotional) Do I really care what this random guy thinks about me? No. Does my nerotic sister's opion about my room matter? No. Am I going to change my behavior which has worked for 21 years so far because of this? No. So why does this bother me?....i have no idea... but it does and i need to do something about it.
Anyway that's the tip of the iceberg for now...