the end is the beginning

He's got that rizz like Hitler. He's got that ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh that rizz like Hitler. "Pride goes before destruction, and a haughty spirit before a fall." -Proverbs 16:18 "Whenever people say "peace and security," then sudden destruction will come upon them, like the birth pangs of a pregnant woman, and they will not escape." -1 Thessalonians 5:3 I know it doesn't matter who ever wins an election because the president is just a mouth piece to whoever is pulling the strings around here, but I guess I have a hard time understanding how such a large majority of people would vote for an obviously corrupt and evil human. The people who are screaming "SAVE THE BABIES!" seem to fail to understand Trump's personal involvement with Epstein. What about the children here? Are we saving the babies so they can be trafficked and molested later on?  I just cannot wrap my head around anyone who claims to love the true God and the true Christ a

I forgot today was election day. It is a surreal feeling to me to see some of my peers still believing this is real. I understand why the boomer generation might still be sucked into the propaganda, but to see people my age still drinking the political Kool-aid is a little weird (to me.) I am sure I am a little weird to most everyone.  Last week I was telling Lincoln that taking a nap in the car is like magic. One minute you're here, the next minute you're halfway to your destination. Yesterday we drove home from our Kings Island trip and the minute we hit the interstate I was out. I kind of feel bad for Peppy, because every single trip it is like, "Adios! See you when we get home."  I didn't take many pictures at Kings Island. It was a little more crowded than the crowd calendar had predicted- Sunday was definitely NOT only 10% full, more like 50%, but we never waited more than 45 minutes for anything, and most things were just around a 15-20 minute wait. We ende

We've been staying in an Airbnb in Ohio since Friday. It was built in the 1930s and still contains some of that charm, from the squeaks and creaks in the floor, to the super weird sounds coming from the pipes and heating systems. Personally, I love it. I think that if I lived here, the nonstop creaking stairs would eventually drive me crazy, but for a short stay, it is endearing.  I love those French doors. All of the doors are such thick, heavy wood that you just don't see in new builds anymore. Even more proof that nothing is as sturdy as it used to be. This house has super thick walls too. The first night at Kings Island Gage and I took an Uber home at 10:30 because Owsley wanted to get in line for his last ride at midnight, and well, we did not. Peppy was afraid we would wake up when they came back and showered, but neither of us heard anything. Old houses also come with that eerie charm of being potentially haunted. Now, I don't believe in BOO! type of ghosts where you