the house that built me

I really miss my home in Washington. I have been doing so great with liking where we live. I even like my job a lot more. And this house we're in now is a lot better than our house in Prairieville... But I miss my home so much.

This is our house now. The idiots that just bought it painted the outside a different color. I think they need to paint the trim black. And the back deck should be painted black.

This song pretty perfectly describes how I feel about the WA house. And down there are the lyrics in case the link doesn't work.

The House That Built Me by Miranda Lambert

I know they say you can’t go home again

I just had to come back one last time

Ma’am I know you don’t know me from Adam

But these handprints on the front steps are mine

Up those stairs in that little back bedroom

Is where I did my homework and I learned to play guitar

I bet you didn’t know under that live oak

My favorite dog is buried in the yard

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it

This brokenness inside me might start healing

Out here it’s like I’m someone else

I thought that maybe I could find myself

If I could just come in I swear I’ll leave

Won’t take nothing but a memory

From the house that built me

Mama cut out pictures of houses for years

From Better Homes and Gardens magazine

Plans were drawn and concrete poured

Nail by nail and board by board

Daddy gave life to mama’s dream

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it

This brokenness inside me might start healing

Out here it’s like I’m someone else

I thought that maybe I could find myself

If I could just come in I swear I’ll leave

Won’t take nothing but a memory

From the house that built me

You leave home and you move on and you do the best you can

I got lost in this old world and forgot who I am

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it

This brokenness inside me might start healing

Out here it’s like I’m someone else

I thought that maybe I could find myself

If I walk around I swear I’ll leave

Won’t take nothing but a memory

From the house that built me

This song will probably apply more to me when I get to college. When I think of going home for Christmas I think of going home to Washington and seeing everyone at church and seeing my BFF Ben go off on his mission... Instead I'll be coming here... To Louisiana? How random.

In an unrelated topic, I'm house-sitting for a family at church this week. I was out walking their dog after work yesterday and I found a giant plastic toy bug. I was like hmm that's nasty... So, naturally, I stepped closer to get a better look.....

Totally fake, right?

Well, then it MOVED! It's REAL?! The first thing that entered my mind was, "Oh my HECK I SO live in Louisiana! Look at this! This could only exist here!" I was so grossed out. But at the same time, it was so cool! It was huge! So I had to catch it to show everyone at home. So I called my dad and he helped me get up the nerve to trap it against the wall with a tupperware thing and then hurry and put on the lid.... Well this is as far as I got....

And it took me 20 minutes to get this far. Then I called my dad again. He said I would have to wait a few minutes before he got there.... So for half an hour or so I sat like that until he came and finished the job. Thanks, Dad!

THIS sicko is life-size. At least on my computer screen its the real size... Like four inches at least. When they reach full size they are 8 inches big! That is like a nightmare!

The point of that story is that it made me miss Washington. And it's so cool that I caught a bug.

she works hard for the money!*

So I got a job. I work as a maid for a local cleaning company.

Working there is the hardest thing I have ever done. It challenges me physically, emotionally, spiritually, and mentally. It also strengthens me physically, emotionally, spiritually, and mentally, it's just not easy. I was in training for two weeks and now I have been on my own for two weeks. The good thing is that I'm making twice as much as I would be at any minimum wage job.

Some days I work with one other girl. Some days I work by myself. There are good and bad parts to both of those.... But I prefer working with another person. Sadly it doesn't always work that way.

Here's the other maids I have worked with so far...

First, my favorite. This girl is just super friendly. I LOOOVE her. She has a screwed up life. She smokes like a chimney. But she is so so sweet. And she cleans so fast I love working with her. Plus she saved my life on my first day out of training. That was such a bad day.

Then there's the chick who told me alllll about her chlamydia. I'm traumatized for life. Like, does she actually think we're bff's or does she just share her business with everyone??

I worked with a freak show. She smokes. She doesn't unroll her windows. She's not nice. She has 7 kids and she's 26. I hate working with her.

I also worked with freak show's sister. The day I worked with her we did 4 empty apartments and then picked up 6 corporate cleans.... In other words, the day ended with me crying and I was so tired I could hardly move. After I left she picked up 3 more corporates. I don't know how she does it...

There's this one girl that is so hard to work with.... She is rude and she is so ghetto I literally can't understand a word out of her mouth... I recorded her talking on my phone and sent it to a bunch of people... HA HA HA. No one knew what she was saying. It was the most awkward day ever. She kept talking but I didn't know what she was saying at all... I heard her say, "mah fathuh" and, "he done took hi las breath evuh." And she told me about her "brutha bein murderd an all by da stupi-A fren dat led 'im to da ba alley......" So sad. But she didn't like me cause I didn't know most of what she was saying. It was a long day. Ghetto-Cajun accent is what that's called.

I worked with a girl who was being really rude like right from the start of the day. Let's call her Meanie. And we drove separately, which was fine with me. She smokes and is mean so why would I drive with her? When we left she said, "you better keep up with me". So I followed as best I could. When we got to the exit, as she pulled off there was a whole bunch of cops motioning for random people to pull over. Meanie was one of them. I didn't know where we were going so I pulled over behind Meanie and a cop came up to my window and said, "um, can I help you?" I said, "I'm with her and I don't know where we are going." He said, "Okay, I'll try to be fast." Hahaha so Meanie got a ticket for not having an inspection sticker in her window. (Neither do I, but they don't have them in Washington and the car isn't registered here.) SO she was pretty ticked that she got a ticket but I didn't. Well we got to the apartments and we both parked under signs that said, "resident parking." When we were done cleaning we came out and Meanie had a huge orange parking ticket on her window and I didn't! When Meanie saw it she said, "Why the @#$%! didn't you get one?" She was pretty mad again. But I felt very blessed!

I can't wait for the summer to be over... I really can't.

Okay well I'm tired. And I have work tomorrow :(...... I'll add more funny things as they come up.

*Does anyone know this song? Haha