Houses for rent omaha ne

I’m considering looking into purchasing a house on a block big enough to build a duplex or something at the rear and either rent out or sell. Not sure if I would live in or rent out the front property.
My question is, is there a ball park figure to keep in mind as a cost of the subdivision part of the process? Obviously there will be variations state to state (I’m in QLD) and council to council but at this stage just hoping to have a rough figure, eg $20k, $50k??
Or am I being too simplistic?

For context, I work at the corporate office of a large company as a receptionist. I am without a doubt the least paid person there (I know this because I hand out cheques to employees who are too old/lazy to get direct deposit and my company does nothing to hide those numbers). Many of the interns (who got jobs because their parents are on the board) get paid better than me even though I'm full time and do WAYYYY more work that what a receptionist usually would and get assigned a ton of totally unrelated work. While the company gives me nice perks, I would much rather just get paid a fair wage, what I make in a month wouldn't even cover the rent for the average apartment in my city (which is notoriously expensive). The company also spends INSANE money on tons of unnecessary stuff (I know this because I do the invoicing).
People were whining about having to go back to the office, so the company caved and gave everyone who's job required them to be in office full time a monthly 150$ expense limit for travel fees, provided they could show receipts. I am in office every day so I qualify for this, and as I take public transit my boss asked for a screenshot of my transit card transactions from their website to see how much I loaded each month. I usually walk home (which takes 30-40 minutes, but I like the exercise) so that saves me a lot of money on bus fare, meaning that even though 150$ would be an accurate number for most people who take transit I don't spend that much per month, usually closer to 60$... But I wanted that 150$. So I took said screenshot of my transit card transactions and used design software (I'm also an illustratodesigner on the side) to raise the numbers. Now I'm going to get the full 150$ and stick it to the man.

Hey all, my husband and I are new in town. We both work from home and come from the Midwest where we grew up. This is our first big move, so we’re still adjusting. We’re child-free, have a fluffy golden retriever, love books and vinyl records. We also like to cook healthy, stay active, and sit in coffee shops for hours. One of the biggest changes has been not having a regular neighborhood hang. Luckily we’re renting to start out until we find the neighborhood or suburb we like, but we’re looking for cool people who like to hang and aren’t afraid to revel in the existential dread of being a human.
Where can I find these people?

Hi guys,
I live in America but we are an Indian family. Almost every day, there are fights. Mostly between my parents, but also between my sister and my parents, and me and my parents. I mostly put my airpods in and crank up the music, but these fights leave me insanely disturbed. My parents are normally nice people, but they, especially my mom, turn very ugly during these fights. Between my parents, its every little disagreement. After those fights, they project to me their disapproval of the other parent, and I hate it. Those fights are all verbal, no physical contact. That is the same between my parents and I when we fight. However, between my parents and my sister, the fights are different. My sister doesn't hesitate to hit my parents, where I on the other hand did it less than 5 times throughout my life, and at that, very reduced force. I would just give a warning.
As of the time of writing this, there is a fighting match (both physical and verbal) between my sister and my parents. My sister and mom had a fight earlier today about my sister not contributing to much around the house (which I can attest to, but it isn't worth what she has to face right now). It turned physical of course, with my mom smacking my sister on the back a few times, which I understand. Those are warnings. But my sister then smacked her in the stomach (supposedly, as heard from my mom). Then my sister stormed upstairs. I convinced my mom to leave her for a bit, but then she had to make things worse by storming upstairs and sitting right next to my sister on her bed. Despite my sister's repeated attempts at telling her to leave (I also asked her to do the same, but she ignored me). It then turned into another physical fight, which my dad joined after hearing that my sister hit my mom in the stomach (I understand my dad also giving a few warning shots). They are still fighting and I just want to run away.
My dad is a very reasonable person. When me and my dad argue, it is normally polite verbal arguments. We then leave each other to cool down for a bit, and then we are all good. My mom though is a completely different story. She thinks she is perfect and whatever she does is right. I tried to tell her to deescalate the argument, talk in a small tone, leave her alone when she wants to be alone, she'll warm up in a bit. BUT SHE JUST WON'T LISTEN LIKE DAMN! Whenever I suggest that she isn't perfect and to improve this or that, she starts crying and saying things like "oh you don't need me? I'll go to India and you manage here". That's not what I'm trying to say. I'm trying to help you improve. She doesn't understand how teenagers think or something.
They think this doesn't affect me, but it does a lot. I feel like I can be open with my dad about most things, such as a girlfriend. If I get one, I feel like I could tell him. We joke about it a lot, and I think that he would even be happy if I got one (I am crushing on someone, and I might ask them out soon). My mom, however, I'm conflicted on. She could either see me as a failure, or be happy for me. If I do get a girlfriend, I don't want my girlfriend to see my chaotic and dysfunctional family life.
I am very distant right now because of this. I go upstairs and close the door to my room whenever I can, and I put my airpods in and crank the music up (60-80 dB). When I can't, like today, I wear my airpods and sit at the dining room table. My parents don't understand why I do this, and I can't exactly say it's because of them. I mean my dad might hear me out, but my mom would probably get a heart attack at hearing that she isn't perfect and die. I rarely talk to my mom or sister, and I only tell my dad everything. My dad, in my mind, is the sane one, while my mother is kind of insane.
My mom also doesn't respect my privacy. She's always asking for my phone password, which she had for two years before I changed it. I know she read through my messages before. I am a good kid that does nothing wrong, and she saw that with her own eyes. My dad, who pays for the phones, the plans, and everything else, trusts me. He tells me that if I do anything wrong, I'm ruining my own life, and that's it. That keeps me away from bad things. My mom tries to sneak peeks at my phones while I use it. She sits next to me, pretending to use her phone, but when I look at her she's clearly staring at my phone. Every time she sees a text, she interrogates me.
This isn't even the half of it, but I don't want to make my post too long
TLDR
Basically, if you don't wanna read the whole thing, my family fight almost every day, I try to help but get ignored, my mom is pretty insane while my dad is sane, I feel like I can't be open with them, and I'm distant because of all this. My mom always tries to look at my phone

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Headed to the post office tomorrow to drop off other packages. Can get these in as well.
Benchmade Mediator S90V- SV-130 OBO/TRADE OFFERS 2nd owner. Purchased in person from the first. Carried around the house but never found any use under my care. Just found myself grabbing at a manual 940 or an OTF over this. The Previous owner sharpened it with a belt sharpener and I touched it up with the WSPPA. It's not a beauty but it is functional, fires strong, and sharp. Normal wear on blade and clip from usage. Set to LH carry currently.
Kershaw Snap-On Leek Assist Open & Skyline Bundle- SV:60 SV:50: For the nice and easy payment plan of 3 Years @ $0.32/week you too can own a Snap-On Leek and Skyline. Yeah, purchased from the trap truck early on in my career as a technician. Jokes aside, both are sharp and sharpened by me on the WSPPA. Leek eventually became my backpack knife (now replaced with the Full Immunity) and Skyline became a slicey fidget toy.

Been living in UAE for less than 2 years all in shared flats. Trying to live alone now in Studio in Dubai or Sharjah (mostly). I guess rent I can manage the cheapest ones just worried about the bills how high they can get and what to do about reducing them.

just being a man would fix everything
tw: depression, eating disorders and suicide
depression. anxiety. eating disorders that are just considered “girly” that make me hate myself even more. never wanting to be alive. trying to kill myself just to end up back where i started, just some little girl in my house full of problems that are all in my fucked up little brain. family issues. relationship issues. the trauma of my body morphing into some ungodly creation (no disrespect to women but why tf did it happen to me i didn’t fucking sign up for it) when i was just a kid. not knowing why i was so upset back then so i repressed it completely and now i’m dealing with it and finally starting to unpack but i can’t even talk about it outside of therapy. i’ve been on and off of 3 antidepressants in the past 5 months. you know what would really help? testosterone. or just fucking puberty blockers. but noooo. nobody ever told me WHY i started wanting to die just because i was growing up. and nobody told me there was a way to fix it. i had to figure that out on my own. all alone. i’m so fucking alone. i have a loving family and an awesome gf and supportive friends but none of them know. they all see me as a girl. who knows if they’d still be there if i came out.
who knows where i’d be if i was born a male or just fucking figured this out sooner. probably some place a whole lot happier. but i’ll never know. because putting me in the right body and letting me live MY life, not some pathetic little girls life, is just wayyy to hard for everyone, isn’t it. isn’t it? is that too much for everyone? too bad. if i wasn’t so insecure i’d go beat the shit out of every person who’s made me feel worse about myself. but no, i can’t, of course i can’t, this little girl with a weak little girl body and no confidence. respected by nobody. and if they really knew me, loved by nobody. not for who i really am. but who even cares what they think. I! JUST!! WANT TO LIVE MY FUCKING LIFE!!!!! IS THAT REALLY TOO MUCH TO ASK
i don’t need all these antidepressants, i don’t need to go back to a mental hospital, i just need someone to hold me and tell me i’m a big strong man and i can let myself cry and it’s ok not to be strong. i just want to be able to open up to somebody who will still love me that way. the real me

This is a long shot since I read this book probably over ten years ago and I don't rememeber a ton about it except that I loved it. It was one book but it had three books within it all set within world war 2 ( I think it was world war 2, if not another war) and it was three different stories involving three different couples. One of them would go to a pie shop all the time and I could be wrong but I think one half of that couple lived above the pie shop in a rented room? and then one of the couples the girl I believe worked for the military in some capacity and he was a K9 trainer. I believe it has a blue cover. I don't remember much else, but if this rings a bell to anyone I would actually cry tears of joy.

Going to cross post this a couple places. Writing Prompt/Challenge: No Voldemort/Post-Voldemort AU where the Potters survived that night in Godric's Hollow. Hermione Granger had the choice between schooling at Hogwarts or at Beauxbatons, and chose the latter after learning that the British Wizarding World was still recovering from the effects of a massive civil war (or alternatively an economic recession which has effected the school). She goes through her years of schooling at Beauxbatons and smashes numerous previous records. Earning plenty of scholarship opportunities. The question then becomes, what's next for the bright young mundane born witch? There were a number of specialist mastery colleges, which she had considered, then discarded. Finally she decides to apply for schooling at the Magical World's premier Mastery Level education institution. The International University of the Arcane on the Atlantean Isles. She's accepted happily, with her wonderful marks and letters of recommendation from her previous Professors. Now all she needs in some housing. Most student get housing on Campus. However it is a little pricey and she'd really like to see more of the Isle during her time there. Which leaves a couple options. First) She could rent/share a house with a fellow student her age OR Second) she could apply to the scholarship foster program that has families of the Isles housing and aiding/educating the students under their care. She's thrilled to discover that Lily Marie Potter nee Evans, a fellow English Ex-pat, World Renowned Charms, Runes and Rituals Mistress has an opening for a promising student who meets her exacting criteria. She meets the woman, who she's surprised to learn is married to a senior member of ICW Law Enforcement and manages to impress. Earning a place in the student suite on the grounds of the Potter Manse. She's pleasantly surprised to meet a fellow student her first day there. Mistress Potter's son, rising ICW Hit Wizard Harry James Potter, who happens to be taking mastery level courses in Law, Defense and 'something else, which he isn't authorized to discuss'. The friendly and surprisingly humble green-eyed wizard invites her to a night on the town and sparks soon fly between them. TLDR: Hermione ends up effectively rooming with Harry at Magical University. Romance ensues. (I did not do any editing of this post. As such there may be minor errors.) Please share your thoughts and suggestions for improvements etc.

Hello! I see my therapist twice a week. Today she offered to only charge my copay ($30) once/week instead of for both sessions. So basically, $120/month out of pocket instead $240/month. She texted me the offer a number of hours after our appointment which I was 20 minutes late for due to traffic. Because I was so late and she agreed it wasn’t really my fault, I asked if she could do 1/2 hour and she said she just wouldn’t charge the co-pay which was generous.
I assume as she was charging fees, it occured to her to offer the once weekly. She said it is to help out bc of some financial issues with my housing I mentioned today.
This is so nice of her! But I feel soooo much guilt at the thought of accepting it. I don’t want her to be underpaid or add any kind of complicating factor to our relationship. It would be very helpful, but I just feel bad accepting it.
Could anyone offer insight or thoughts?
Thanks!

My wife and I are in our 30s and she has known for near 10 years of my cuckol fetish. She will occasionally indulge me with some role play but has shut down the possibility of moving forward in real life due to the thought of harming our relationship. We recently decided to rent out our guest house to traveling professionals for short term stays for an extra stream of income and she has taken lead on this project. We have had a ton of interest and recently a younger guy showed interest in it. My wife has decided this guy would be idea for renting. I said I agree and she told me to stop as if I was insinuating that they would be hooking up. (Which I wasn't this was a conversation in passing). Since then she has gushed about hoping to have him in there and that he is an idea tenant young single guy. We met him to show the property the other day and she was tripping over herself. He was a good looking young professional dude. And my wife continues to talk about it into the evening. Over dinner I joked that she can show him her boobs for an additional fee for rent. She did not shut that down but rather laughed. Im curious if there could be something more here or if it's my imagination running wild. Would love to hear what others think.

Question on purchasing a home in 55+ communities
Is a home in a 55+ Community in Florida (south Florida) a good investment?
compared to a home in a non 55+ Community?
This is for us to live in hopefully for many years. Not to rent out. But at some point it will have to be sold, so this question.
Thank you

I was going to email our landlord something like this
We’re in Minnesota
“Despite our lease being up on July 3rd we have decided to vacate the premises sometime next week (June 7th- June 9th)We have nowhere to stay in the area and all of our furniture must be removed for the deep cleaners to come in. We will be leaving our key with “Bob “ who lives downstairs who will be supervising the deep cleaners and then Bob will relinquish the keys to you after the fact. Blah blah blah”
I have no idea when I am leaving but it’s whenever the last box leaves. Which most likely will be next Tuesday. I trust Bob and he owns the deep cleaning company. He has been helping me for years. I am not sure if I should mention that someone bought the house across the street and that’s a portion of why we’re leaving early. They are so loud. And honestly we can’t stay in a house anymore that is about degrees with the ac on. We can’t cook!
We have friends we can stay with elsewhere.
I am not sure what to say to the landlord. I want the cleaning company to come through but it could take them about a week and I don’t want to hang around in a house with no furniture for a week. I don’t see a reason to do a walk through because this is a slum.
Does that email seem kosher?

So I used to play this game at my neighbors house on his Xbox 360. It had zombie or aliens I think and the graphics were shitty. I strictly remember their being hoverbikes in the game and a star wars map for some reason with the battle in the second film on the snow planet. Please help, google ain't helping much.

For context, my brother is a little over a year younger than me and im in my late teens.
So my friends and I went on vacation after having graduated senior year but upon arrival at my friends holiday house i realised i could not live in a dirty and unbearably hot house like his.
As a result I end up staying with a different friend who lives in that city and have to explain to my family what has happened.
My brother, who ive been trying (over the last 1-2 years) to shape into a more real person (cut out gossip, back talk, fake friends etc…) decided it would be a good idea to tell a friend (who i think is fake) that i left cause of the grimy house.
This caused word to spread back round to my friend who accused me of chatting shit (which i would never do out of respect for him). Which then made me have to lecture my brother on a very serious note and get him to apologise to my friend.
Problem is, i love my brother and i’d do anything to protect him. But i feel like a shitty brother when i have to lecture him especially because our father died earlier this year and we have always been fighting with each other from a young age and only within the last 2 years have been able to seriously connect.
I feel guilty because i feel that i have just put him on the spot and humiliated him especially after ive been trying to right my wrongs with him.
Now idk if i should apologise to my brother or firm it and let him learn from this and it’s lowkey fucking me up. I feel the same when i have these type of talks with anyone im close with.

I'm 13 and returning to football after a very long time; I'm a 100% beginner because I played at a young age but wasn't too interested, so I'd play goal and watch for an hour. My dad wants me back into football, and I'm starting to enjoy it more because my friends play 24/7. My dad signed me up for a house league and wants me to play for my school team; at a house league, I play Right-Wing. I want to make it more fun for me to play and join my school team next year. I did some research and saw that wingers should be fast, good at dribbling, and 1v1's have good crossing and some defence to support fullbacks. Does anyone have any drills to help me progress fast in these aspects? High school football tryouts start in around six months.

It’s as the title states, my brother (M45) is a fucking monster and I am scared for my safety. I talked to my therapist about this and he recommended that I talk with a close friend/authorities, but I’m too scared to even do that. I made this throwaway so I will share it here. Hopefully this will work to give me an “outlet” or whatever. This is going to be long, stay with me.
My brother is two years older than me and I am a “surprise baby.” I.E. I was a mistake, and my parents made it clear that I was to be treated as a sort of nuisance that way. But my brother is the real leech, and I know it.
My brother has always been malicious. One of my earliest memories with him was of him pushing me off my scooter and landing on my knee on the head of a sprinkler. I had to get nine stitches and I was adamant that my brother was the cause, but oh no, there little Timmy was harmless, their little boy never did anything wrong. But I knew.
As kids he would constantly break things in the house and blame it on me. Glasses from the cupboards, fancy china plates, vases, anything he could reach. But even when he broke something that was too high for me to reach and it was clearly him, they still believed him. “Danny knocked it over, I swear it!” “Mama Danny just threw it on the floor!” And they believed him. Every. Single. Time.
My mother was the most blind-sided. I understand now and understood then that my father knew that it wasn’t me, but he wouldn’t dare contest my mother and the word of her “perfect little Tim.” I sort of resented my father for that, even more so than my mother. But I continued to kiss up to them because I felt that they didn’t love me and that I was the problem.
I brought home straight A’s every trimester and my reward was not getting my ass beat and being served dinner. My brother would bring home C’s and my parents would congratulate him for “trying his best.” Trying his best? No. I was in 4 of his 7 classes and he slept all the time, skipped, barely turned in assignments, etc. But just as he had done with my parents, he put on a sob story to the teachers about neglect or whatever the fuck excuse he had and a pair of puppy eyes and he would gain their sympathy. So, every teacher looked the other way and passed him. I obviously complained, but my parents said that it was “easy” for me to get A’s so you shouldn’t expect/need praise. I worked my ass off.
That was just the surface. After middle school, my brother went ballistic. He began hanging out with a rotten batch upperclassman who he was convinced were his friends. I saw through it though. He was just their punching bag and wallet, and of course, they got him hooked on all kinds of shit just so they could sell it to him and get his sweet cash. Where did he get the cash, you may ask? He stole it from my parents wallets/purses and fucking blamed it on me. Every. Time. I have scars on my back from the whoopings.
My parents found marijuana all around the house, in his room, the kitchen, the living room, and even their bedroom, God knows why. He was constantly stoned and all he ever received was a stern word. Of course, stern words don’t do jackshit, so he continued, and got even worse. He started doing crack, meth, heroin, I don’t know drugs, but he did everything. One night he got so stoned or drunk or some combination of both that he assaulted the owner of a liquor store at the corner of our street and ran back home. The kicker? He hid in my room for some reason and shit literally everywhere. His hands were covered in shit when the cops were pulling him away. It was the most disgusting thing I had ever seen or heard up to that point.
What did my parents do? What punishment did he receive? None. However, my father did send him to rehab, which actually surprised me and made me think that things were gonna get better. Of course my mother was livid about the rehab decision and picked him up during the sixth week of his twelve week course. Even though he only completed half the course, I held out hope. But of course, he relapsed in record time and this time, my parents did nothing to stop it. I guess they just accepted his fate or got tired or whatever. That’s when I began to feel bad for my parents. What did it feel like to have such a horrible son? I couldn’t imagine.
He had to redo that year of high school because he had too many absences and the additional six weeks missing because of the rehab. I think that flipped a switch in him and he just stopped caring about his life all together. He befriended this freshman girl, she was 14 and he was 19 at the time. They were never officially dating or whatever, but I had suspicions. There was one time when I came home and saw them both laying on the couch, stoned out of their minds. They were both topless, just sitting there watching an episode of fucking Garfield or some shit and they didn’t even acknowledge my presence. I was obviously disgusted and I personally told the girls parents about the situation. They weren’t convinced because they were a devoted Christian family, but I knew. I knew.
Then, I found the condom. My parents made me clean his room because they were lazy fucks and my brother was out probably getting stoned somewhere, so I went in. I took his trash can out to the bin, and as I was dumping it, I saw a condom at the bottom. That was already horrendous, assuming that he used it with that young girl, but that wasn’t the part that got me. It was flipped inside out, meaning that whatever was inside at the time of use was now outside (nice one, dumbass) and whatever was outside was now inside. And inside the condom was blood.
I nearly threw up and I ran inside, but I didn’t tell my parents. Instead, I made the mistake of confronting my brother. Upon questioning, he beat the shit out of me and sent me to the hospital. I was there for a week and my family visited every day. When my parents left the room or weren’t looking, my brother would shoot me this evil looking grin or let out a faint chuckle.
I guess he must’ve exacted some kind of pleasure from the violence, because he committed two more criminal acts of violence that year. He stole my fathers keys and kidnapped that same young girl and took her to our cabin in the Cascades for three days. Eventually they were found by police at the cabin and he confessed to raping and cutting up the girls belly with a knife. Absolutely fucking despicable. After that he went to prison and got out earlier this year.
He came to my door a few months after he was released, held a gun out toward me, and just said “watch out.” He turned away and put his finger to his lips, shushing me, and then left with some Hispanic man in a pickup truck. I haven’t told a soul about the incident but I fear for my safety. I’m the person who found that condom, got him in trouble with authorities multiple times, etc. I know that if he wants to, he will kill me.

its a private house and on google maps it is pretty much covered by trees, but this is it:
13°12'36.9"N 59°38'23.5"W
13.210256, -59.639869
The style you see it in is from the 1964, it was purchased in a derelict condition and was renovated in a faux-Baroque theatrical style by Oliver Messel.
here is some information on him:
https://cotedetexas.blogspot.com/2009/02/mr-barbados-oliver-messel-retrospective.html
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Abba stayed there and wrote a song there in Jan 1980. Here is a video of a local ground doing a cover of the song in the grounds of Maddox house:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PmnVsiJ86pM
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You can rent out the houses on either side of it if you have the money spare:
https://www.crystalspringsbarbados.com/
http://www.covespringhouse.com/
if you go to the cove spring web site, and then to photos, the 3rd photo that shows the beach front of the rental house, on the extreme left you can see the gate that they use to access the beach for a night swim.

Recently a cat (one of our neighbours) has been coming by our house at day and night just screaming in our back garden by the back door and this has been going on for weeks non stop. It’s not a stray and it’s not in need of food either. It doesn’t attack our cats or go near them and I don’t believe it’s injured and its also scared of people so I don’t think it wants attention. It’s also specifically our house, as in our other neighbours haven’t dealt with this. I don’t mind, sure it’s a little annoying in the middle of the night, but it’s more concerning me. I just want to know if I should be doing something to help it or if it even needs help. Any advice would be really appreciated.