Mournful Monday

This is just the tip of the iceberg in the lastest rental eviction that I fretted about Friday.

Stove -

Fridge

Vanity nailed shut

Half of a closet door
I hopefully had another one move out this weekend - and I know it will be worse, at least as far as the filth goes.

Friday Fretting

It's Friday and I am Fretting - We bought an 11 unit complex the end of January. We've had to start evictions on 2 of them, 2 moved out on their own, 2 were already empty, and the worse one I gave a 30 day notice to. I'm afraid we'll have to evict that one also. Of course, the Captain is out to Sea - so guess who is left here to do the dirty work???? Whine, whine, whine. Actually, I am enjoying getting the apartments back into shape, but I had no idea how much work it would be. I strip floors of carpet, tack strips, linoleum, tiles, rotten wood - whatever it takes. I sand sheet rock, prime and paint walls. I make numerous dump runs. I clean up a lot of trash. This morning I have to go see the damages to the eviction that left last night. This tenant never paid any rent, and wouldn't let us in the apartment. They had 2 Pit Bulls. He said he'd leave the key under the mat. We think they may have been messing selling drugs. I'm dreading it. But then yesterday I dreaded going to court for the other eviction process and we were in and out in 20 minutes with everyone being very cordial. It was weird - they agreed to be out by the 8th of June. Of course, no money - but as least they will be out and we can renovate and get someone in who will pay rent. I'd better quit whining and get to work.

Wordless Wednesday

Birthday hacking!

Too bad I don't have a bunch of old pictures scanned in my new computer to post here, but I am hacking the blog, nonetheless! Waahaahaa!

To Mom from Her Pesky Kid

I really love my mother,

And it surely makes me proud,

To know I’m one of her pesky kids,

And to sing her praises loud.

My mother has a birthday,

Almost every year,

And on that day she’ll ponder life,

And even shed a tear.

See, Ma don’t like her birthdays;

She says they make her old,

But she’s as sharp as she ever was,

If the truth be told.

My mother showed me lots of things,

About the world, you see,

So then I could teach my pesky kids,

The things my mom taught me.

Thank goodness for you, mom. Where would I be without you?

Happy Birthday!

By Karl Fuchs

Happy birthday and Mother's Day, Mom! I love you!

Lisa