Tried to ramble, ended up venting

While house hunting we found a house that we love (that post posts on Friday.) I want nothing more than for that to be our house. I think it's perfect for us. I don't know if I have the words to express how much I want that house. But I don't want it if that's not what God has for me. I can't see the whole picture. He knows the end from the beginning. So I still haven't changed my prayer, "God if this is the house for us, we thank you for it and we know it will be ours. If this isn't what you have for us, please shut the door." I want to be where God wants me to be, even if it isn't in that super awesome house (but I really want it to be in that super awesome house.)

 

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I just got slighted at work. I really don't understand dishonest greedy people.

 

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If you're old enough to remember to bathe and brush your teeth without a reminder, then you're old enough to know that the dishes need to be washed without a reminder.

 

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Pet Peeve: walking out of my bedroom in the morning and smelling last night's dinner because the trash can lid was not shut/the trash was not taken out/ the dirty dishes are still in the kitchen with the nastiness on them.

 

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Maybe it's just me: What's the point of putting away all the clean dishes that somebody else washed if you're not going to wash the dirty dishes in the sink? Did you want the dish rack to be clear for the next person to wash the dishes? Thanks, but no thanks. Instead of seeing it as a kind gesture, I thought it was rude. My daddy would call that a job half done. We would get in trouble growing up if we started a job and didn't finish it.  Maybe it's just me.

 

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New family rule: She who cooks does not clean.

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Funny how my ramblings turned into venting! Oh well. By the way, somebody tell everybody that lives in the Count apartment that dinner is cancelled for tonight. We can't all be bothered to clean, I can't be bothered to cook.

 

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I woke up at 5 a.m. scared out of my mind because a group of guys were outside our window talking in Spanish. Picture this: pitch black, I can't see anyway, all of a sudden you hear noise that you can't understand and it sounds like it's right over your bed. Y'all I popped up swinging! It took me about 15 seconds to realize they were speaking Spanish and not a secret code for killers and that they weren't inside.