I hear my smoke alarm...

....that must mean my food is done cooking. Sigh.

This whole being an independent adult thing is all good and fun until it comes to the kitchen. For starters... I was never really taught to cook except on the occasional Thanksgiving, I can make some mean red cabbage, or in Home-EC classes in middle and high school. Second, this being the first time having my own kitchen I don't really have the supplies to cook. But since I don't know how to cook I don't even know what to have in my kitchen.

Then it comes to my motivation to cook... I really don't have any. I live by myself...why do I want to spend hours on a meal I will eat by myself in 30 min when I can throw some cheese and lettuce on a tortilla and call it a taco in minutes??

Occasionally, I will get the inspiration to cook real food and that is when I have to freak out and start fanning my smoke alarm while I open the window and screen door before my neighbors think the building is burning down.

Reason one and two to get married: Someone to cook for and/or to cook for me and I can get kitchen supplies as wedding gifts :) Juuuuust kidding.

Want to come over for dinner? I'm making tacos.

Water, water, everywhere!

Even though the rain was outside it was pretty damp in my apartment.

I had an extreme flooding issue. I was sitting in my living room and I suddenly hear water spilling, I looked in my kitchen and water was flooding my kitchen floor. I was in shock! I wasn't sure what I should do...or should I say do first.

I immediately ran to my closet and grabbed towels and threw them in the puddles trying to prevent the water from spreading and since I will still in my bathrobe I changed into some clothes in a rush and called my landlord. There was no answer so I left a panicked/confused/ helpless voicemail. Next I wasn't sure if I should run to my landlords door or upstairs to tell the people to stop running water, I just knew I couldn't stand there and do nothing. Luckily as I was leaving my apartment to get help I ran into my landlord who was rushing to my aid. We spent the next hour cleaning up with mass amounts of towels and then it was a waiting game for the plumber. Turns out the people above me had just finished doing their dishes and I got their dirty dishwater in my kitchen...ew.

The plumber showed up a couple hours later. He was a little old man with tools. I really do not enjoy having people in my apartment because it is a studio apartment, meaning you can see everything with one look around. I like privacy, and I wasn't expecting guests so my bed wasn't made! haha I am sure my fish enjoyed seeing new people.

The plumber was quite a character. You could see him struggle as he got to his knees to look under my sink, I wonder how long he will be able to remain in the plumbing business. He sure did have a lot to see and a lot of "advice" to give me. To begin, he said I was sheltered because I didn't know there was a reset button on the in-sink-irater and that mom "mom should have taught me this stuff". He then said I should have a man to do this stuff for me and it is time to find mister right because I "aint gettin' any younger". Then told me to go to all those young people places and have fun and meet men. Really?? Like I need another person to tell me to get married...I am only 22!

It is my first apartment, I guess it is only appropriate that I have one disaster, let's just hope that this is the last of it! It was just another day of me learning one day at a time. Life after college, who would have thought?!