Nail Polish and Carpet Staples

I couldn't decide what color to paint my nails, so I started mixing some of my older ones and the ones that were dwindling and making new colors. But then I still couldn't make up my mind so I'm trying out ten different ones right now. I had a few more but I kicked their asses to the curb. I'll deal with them later. Anyway, the colors turned out to be five warm shades and five cool shades so I ROYGBIV-ED that shit. And now my left hand is my cool hand. I'm calling it Luke.

In unrelated news, there's this house for sale (rent to own) near my parents that's actually kind of affordable. It's only a little bit more expensive a month than this one but it's bigger, it has a garage that isn't falling apart, and all the money we'd be sending out once a month would be going towards us actually owning the house.

It isn't very practical for me to be driving the distance to work for only four hours but I am still looking for more jobs so it might not be too bad. We still have to look at it first. My parents saw it and said it was nice but that it would need a little work. I guess the owners pulled up the carpet but don't plan on doing anything with the floors. Mum said there were still carpet staples in the floor. And it looks like the roof is going to need some work. Exciting.

I know we shouldn't be this picky, considering our financial state and that we are looking for a rent to own like this. I just don't know if I want our first house to be a fixer upper that will end up taking forever for us to fix, if we ever do get it finished. Plus, we don't have the money to have the floors done, or the roof for that matter.

I guess we could just pull up the staples and put area rugs down until we get to a point where we can throw money around. We're going to look at it tomorrow. Fingers crossed it isn't a total shack.

I Don't Like Kids

I have conflicted feelings when I take the dog for a walk. I feel good about the two of us getting some exercise in. I feel a little annoyed when kids get excited to see her and want to pet her. I feel more annoyed when they startle her and then get startled themselves and then parents look at me like I'm the idiot who didn't teach their kids not to approach strange dogs.

I've come to the conclusion that we should walk at night or very early morning when there aren't any people out. Also, I'm not that found of children. The more I'm forced to interact with them, the farther back I push the time frame for wanting to have kids. This is frustrating for me because I've always wanted kids. But now that I'm 23, and married, and feeling like I should be planning for children, I find myself angry that I should feel that way. As if any societal pressures (or family pressures) should govern the very important life decisions Jeremy and I will be making, such as when we have kids, or buy a house. (We would like to own, or be in the process of owning, our own house before we start making babies. That doesn't seem at all feasible though.)

Today at work I was told I needed to have a baby. Needed.

Strange world.

I'm watching 'Prelude to a Kiss' on Netflix right now. I've never seen it but I've read the play, cause I'm a pretentious snob. I know I like the play, and I like Alec Baldwin, but sometimes I'm on the fence about Meg Ryan. That Tweety Bird mouth kinda throws me off.

Additionally, I do believe I'll love my children. When we decide to have them.

The 3 Rules to a Happy, Lasting Marriage...

... as first related by my adorably drunken sister-in-law on my wedding day, and then retold and corrected on their wedding card to us.


Rule 1. Everyday is a new adventure.

Rule 2. Only put $5000 down on a house. (worst rule ever)

Rule 3. Don't get so drunk that you forget the 3rd rule.


I would like to note, that the rules are copied verbatim. Almost verbatim. I can't tell from her handwriting if the 't' in worst is a 't' or an 'e', making the phrase in parenthesis 'worse rule ever.'

So I added that whole thing in case it is an 'e' and I get sued for incorrectly quoting her.