Guest Blogger, Kristen Jurgenson Housen

There's something wrong with me...

So, here I am, settled into a new home with my new husband, and I'm loving it. But one thing that never really occurred to me is that living without a dishwasher is time-consuming. I spend a significant portion of any given day cooking, washing dishes, and tripping on the pets who are constantly at my feet. I have never felt more domesticated in my life. This domesticity lends itself well to one thing - random thought generation. Though most of you probably do not care what I think on a daily basis, I thought I would share my free flow list of random thoughts that occurred last night as I did the dishes....

■      I had no idea it took this much work to do the dishes.

■      Stupid dishwashers.

■      This is like the 1970s.

■      At least I'm not wearing any fringe.

■      Is this how the Amish feel?

■      Do the Amish even have indoor plumbing?

■      Do they have to carry the water in from the well?

■      No wonder the Amish start the day before sunrise.

■      Do they use only wooden plates?

■      Wooden plates wouldn't be very hygienic.

■      If I step on this dog I will not feel sorry.

■      "Tucker, get out of the kitchen."

■      Ok, that was a lie, I do feel sorry.

■      "Sorry I stepped on you Tuck."

■      I told him to get out of the kitchen.

■      Stupid dog.

■      Is this the wash sponge or the scrub sponge?

■      We eat too much cheese.

■      How many spoons do we have in this house?

■      Oh cruel fate, oh tomato sauce, how I love and hate you simultaneously.

■      Staining. Of course. How trashy.

■      I'll put that in the 'no guests will ever see this' cupboard.

■      Have people thinking I don't wash the dishes.

■      Ugh, my back hurts already? I just started.

■      Can we not just rinse and re-use the same glass, must we pull clean ones out at every opportunity?

■      Frickin' rice.

■      Rice gets everywhere.

■      I wish we grew our own rice.

■      No, that's too much standing water. Mosquitoes.

■      Ugh, I hate mosquitoes.

■      Is that a bug?

■      No, just rice.

■      Wait, when did we have Spanish rice?

■      Oh, leftovers, not a bug.

■      Frickin' cheese.

■      Can we soak the plates before the rice and cheese get dried on?

■      I'm gonna have to let that soak now.

■      Ugh, my back hurts.

■      Frickin' dog, get outta the kitchen.

■      Smoke break!

■      Better dig into that pan.

■      Frickin' pan.

■      I hate scrubbing.

■      This is gonna ruin my nails.

■      This better be the best freakin pan on the face of the planet.

■      Once this pan is clean, I swear, I'm gonna put out a billboard on the greatness of this pan, that's how much work this pan takes.

■      Huh, I bet that's how God feels, He must cherish us after putting so much work in to clean us up.

■      Ugh, I need another SOS pad.

■      Oh pan, you better be worth it.

■      Yep, nails are ruined, I'm sure of it.

■      I'm so domestic.

■      Great, now all I need to be is barefoot and I'm every redneck's dream.

■      Don't ever say that to Kevin.

■      HAHAHAHAHAHA

■      Oh gosh, I'm funny.

■      Freakin' pan.

■      Finally. Freaking dishes.