Homes!

So now is where Jose and I start to look for houses/apartments to rent out. My parents had initially put in a bid for a property where they would rent it out for us, but it looks like that's going to fall through. I know, super bummer. Some lame property line crap. Anyway, this brings me to what I even want my home to look like (on the inside of course). I love IKEA, but I don't want to end up looking like some lame IKEA catalog. But it's so cheap we'll probably get a lot of our furniture there. The problem that Im having is direction. I like so many different styles that I can't settle on one, and I can't combine them because then it'll look ridiculous! Here's what I'm thinking:

If you haven't already noticed, I have mostly simple taste :) Next time I'll show you what we're thinking about for our bedroom!

Rant

This is my little rant for the day. Or week.

I am related to some of the most selfish people in the world. It is not a big secret that I have a lot on my plate right now; from school, to my internship, to my job, to my graduating soon, and finally to planning my wedding. Not only do I not need any unnecessary drama, I do not want it. So when my family members (who will remain unnamed) decide to place even more stress on me, that is when I snap. And then when they tell me that I am not their equal, that they are better than me, that is when I draw the line. I would never even say something like that to a freaking stranger, let alone FAMILY. And not only do they blame me, and Mr. Groom for something uncontrollable, they refuse to take responsibility for THEIR actions. So this is the breaking point. The point when I not only exclude them from being involved in the wedding, I exclude them from being invited to the wedding, and furthermore, exclude them from my life. How dare you treat me in such a way when I have done nothing but welcome you with open arms regardless of my immediate family's warnings of your incessant crazy psychotic episodes. And how dare you point the finger at me when you have nobody but yourself to blame for shipping that self-centered, high maintenance, prima donna to my home after she decides she wants to "party." And how dare you bring me nothing but stress and drama since day 1 I invited you into my life, despite the warnings. Do not ever contact me again; I am completely done with your two-faced, pompous, melodramatic bull crap. I can now see why you've exiled yourself away from the family: Because You Are A Shrew.

That is all for now.