How to begin?

Most people would start at the beginning, so I'm going to take that very literally and go waay back to the beginning...

 A Long time ago in a galaxy, no wait, wrong story... In the Waldorf Astoria of New York, there was an elevator boy. In the same hotel there was also a young personal assistant to some Polish somebody-or-the other. Yada yada yada, they married, yada yada yada and in October 1952 they had a baby girl they christened [omitted for privacy].

I have this roommate. She's a seemingly sweet lady of 60 years, but she has a deep dark secret. So secret in fact, she isn't aware of it herself. Her secret is that she seems to have channeled the fictitious Rose Nylund from the sitcom The Golden Girls.

Now if you have ever seen the show, you know that Rose (which is what I am calling my roommate to protect  her identity, if not integrity) is fond of telling these insane and boring stories from her past.
My Rose is no different. The first time I heard her voice was as the landlord was showing her around the house. I was in the bathroom we were to later share, scrubbing the shower, when I hear this woman telling a story about a rabbit that she she used to feed in the backyard at her last place and "oh how I'm going to miss Mr. Fuzzy". That there should have been my first clue.....

This blog is a means that I have come up with to not only vent my frustration of hearing these stories but also to pass the time while listening to them. You see, even though I frequently walk around the house with headphones on to avoid them, she still talks to me. Blogging about them will keep me from rudely running away in terror and also keep me from throttling her when she starts to repeat them ( I've heard most of the stories a couple different times now)

Stay tuned and Enjoy.....