Things I do not like to do...

 

I am currently sitting in our office... eeeeewww  I hate being here acting like an adult... I hope our office manager never quits because I do not want to come back in here and work again... 

 

I like being a domestic goddess in charge of food distribution...  it doesn't pay as much but I like it better LOL... Our tax guy is here going through all the books... and then he will give us the bad news on Newport... [its called capital gains taxes] BTW... Newport is no longer ours... Escrow closed yesterday!

 

A big expence has just been taken off of our backs... woo hoo... I will NOT miss the $5,000 a month loan payment... We were so lucky... it was on the market 2 weeks, plus it was the fastest escrow I have ever been through! 

It was nice... 

Below was the advertising photos...

 

 

This was yesterday when Sam took the last photo of Newport with me in front...

Now that we are done with that... I have found a tenant for the Prospect property

[the other property we remodeled]

 

Its a married couple with a dog.  We just finished the lease.

Speaking of renting to dog owners...

 

I wish Kameron had not gotten a pit bull... I really do... because one day he will leave home and who in the heck is going to rent to a young kid with a pit bull? I wouldn't... I don't care if the pit bull is the best trained dog in the universe I wouldn't take on the liability!  So I bet she stays home with us... Hey maybe I am wrong... maybe there are landlords who love pit bulls... what do I know... yanno

 

I do know this... I want to go home... I am supposed to be cooking meals for the high desert house... when we went up there this week... we saw our neighbor Manny... We haven't seen Manny in probably 5 years I swear... as we were leaving we saw him out by his car so we pulled in the driveway and visited for over an hour.  Manny is 82 years old now... Wow... and he is a crack up! Anyway I told him I would make him some home cooking when we came back up this weekend... He asked for spaghetti... so spaghetti it is!  I LOVE cooking for old men... they LOVE the food no matter what you cook... its so good for the cooking ego I swear...

Anyway... did I mention I want to go home?  I want to go home and take a nap... Sam just took me to lunch and now I am sleepy... hopefully he is sleepy too and we can go home! Can you tell I want to go home?  I would go nuts if I was stuck in an office all day... I really would...

 

So check this out...

 

Sam and I go to lunch at the Great Wall [Chinese food] and we are sitting in a booth... I need to say this is a nice place to eat, not some hole in the wall... So we are sitting there and someone lets out the longest loudest fart! I am not kidding... Sam and I stop talking mid sentence! Then I start giggling quietly.... It was so loud Sam thought it came from behind his seat and I said no it came from the people behind me... Wow... so we get over it and start talking again... then the guy behind Sam lets out the loudest burp... OMG!!! What the hell?  I couldn't believe it...Jeepers people, get your bodily functions under control... 

 

Ok so it is almost 2pm now... and I want to go home...

 

Oooo its sounds like Sam is almost done with the tax guy... please please please... <SPANCLASS=CORRECTION id="">cuz I want to go home...

I am such a home-body I swear... I know you guys don't think I am... you probably think I am gone all the time... but its rare to get me to leave home if I don't have to... huh Pam...  I always say the same thing "I'm not leaving the compound"  "Kendra lets go shopping at the dollar store for stuff to put in the new trailer"  "Nah I'm not leaving the compound!"  Same thing when we get to the high desert house "Kendralets go check property for sale" "Nah I'm not leaving the compound" One time I changed it up on her... We had just left the
Oooom Dome and we drove by to check on the high desert property... she said "C'mon lets go in the gate and then the house" "Nah, I don't wanna go in the compound" I just didnt want to unlock the gate, open the house unset the alarm, then hafta set the alarm and lock the gate again...  I blame my reclusive-ness on all the years I ran around like crazy [like Jeanne does] When I use to chair programs at the kids school, rode my horse at the stables, took care of my dying Mother, blah blah blah... I was hardly home at all back then!  So I am making up for lost time...

C'mon Sam... lets go... he is so good about handling the 'adult' stuff...  he can sit there and talk taxes all day... eeeewww makes me want to scream...

 

Ahhhhhhhhh"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am about to call in a bomb scare to get him outta here!  Ohhhh no... now they are talking politics... Oh... brother... I just said "Honey are you about ready to go home?" He said "How was that for a segue"...  Ok... now  they are back to taxes again... Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Maybe if I throw my hair out the window... someone will come save me from the tax tower of hell!  OMG I am losing my mind...  Sam just looked over at me.... So I acted like I had a fakegun in my hand, I spun the barrel,

 held it up to my temple and pulled the trigger.... he ignored me... so I acted like I was putting a rope over my head, and I just hung myself..... he is still ignoring me... Lucky for me the tax guy can't see me only Sam can...

 

Yaaaaa we are going home... it worked I guess

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