All I ever wanted was to stay in my lovely home and have bunches of kids.  I know I talk about my home a lot.  And I know that I don't have it, will probably never have it, and I need to let it go.  If it happens it happens, right?  My parents didn't buy their house until my sisters were 17.  I don't want to wait until Lorelei is 17 for us to buy our house.  I just can't wait that long.

The problem is that I have bills, who doesn't?  I have to work to pay those bills.  The more I work the less I want to work and the more I know I have to because I like the things that money get me and the money comes from work.  I know I sound like I'm whining, but this is the way I feel.  Some people are destined for greatness, some have greatness thrust upon them and some live and die in an average existence.  I just want the average exisitence.  I would have done well if I had followed my original game plan:  marry a rich man and not have to work for the rest of my life.  Ok, sounds shallow, but hey, it would have worked for me. 

I talk about my non-existent house ("When I have my house, I'm gonna...") so much and my family was getting so frustrated (becuase they thought I was asking or blaming them) I have instructed them to just say "Yes, dear" when I talk about it.