On The Move...

I am moving again to a more permanent home.

Actually... I bought a home, technically, a second home.

(But how Steve you have no money?)

Exactly... how?

The importance of good credit pays off again. I am not sitting here being a victim of my own circumstance. I am not asking for a government handout. I am not asking for shit. I didn't borrow (okay I did for a week...thanks Terri and I paid back). I didn't do anything but look for an opportunity.

Need a house, have good credit and no money in the right time to buy one when prices are low? Ask a realtor! A good one.

Good Realtors know shit. They know where the opportunities are and can find you creative deals. And when I say creative, I do not mean mortgages. I mean owners that will lease option. OR in my case... Finance it for you instead of using the bank! There are Baby Boomers out there with second homes or have homes that are paid for with no retirement left because Bush Obama fucked up the financial system and they have no money. Some of these older Americans want cash flow. They want the payment from a reliable source. They want to be paid.

I found that opportunity in three months of looking and went for it. I own the house. I am not renting it. I pay interest and I get to write that shit off.

I am the king of all I see. We move next week.

Freaks...

So... I am into creativity and writing these past few days... It's a vent I guess when I spend 72 hours with a 3 year old. God I love him and his temper.

Today, I did not need to be creative. It happened write in front of me.

I flew into New Mexico this evening. I got into my hotel. My room... Fired up the TV. Checked email.

Then I heard some commotion. Some foreign language and...

You know those doors between hotel rooms? The ones on the inside so if you had your kids with you, you could put them in there to make one big room for whatever reason you would want to: In Albuquerque, next to the freeway...

So the commotion, the foreign language and it was not Spanish and not Asian so automatically it was Arabic or Farsi, right...

Any how... these dudes undid their locks on their side and started to fuck with my door.

I am all, "Hello?" "Hello?"

Nothing... they really sound like they can get in and shit so I finally went to my door and pounded it yelling, "Dude WHAT THE FUCK??"

What's funny in hindsight, the screwing with my lock did not immediately just stop, it sort of subsided, gradually.

I heard some foreign speak. Then a whole lot of disagreements. Then a few "Fucks" and then they left and haven't been back.

So hear is what I think:

The were looking to scam for a second room and figured they would see if they could get another door open. They did all they could but ran into Steve on the otherside yelling, "What the Fuck??"

Freaks...

Spacing Out

Where am I at these days? I guess I can post on Facebook since most people read what I have to say over there any way...

So what is going on?

1. Still in pain... Never seems to end... been what 5 years now?
2. Seemingly endless road show I am doing. Couple more states and one new city I have never been too next week.
3. This country is fuct if we keep on the path we are on. 10.2% unemployment AND we are going to tax everyone for health care. Hummmmm something doesn't seem right about that... spend what we don't have for everyone when we only need to pay for those that don't have health insurance, as if that is what we really want to do. Catholics do soap kitchens and make food for the homeless. LDS's do missions.... The Salvation Army gives shit away... Soooooooooo why not pay for health care for those that don't have it instead of blowing up the system and fucking this country up even more. 10.2% is actually more like 17.5% when you consider those, off of unemployment benefits and those underemployed. Think about it? It's not hard... Nancy Pelosi SUCKS!!!!
4. My daughter is beautiful... It's kind of weird. You hang around Elijah the past 3 plus years and you learn to love him very much, even more than life itself. You have this cool little being that loves you back, looks up to you, plays with you, laughs with you and is totally the coolest thing ever to happen to you: Then equally at an instant, ya get another one, just like him and you feel instantly the same way about her and you wonder what you did without her before she was around... Just like Elijah. Parenting rules.
5. There are those that come visit this blog from time to time who wish they would have forgotten I had ever existed. And it sucks because I do not feel the same way about them at all.
   
6. There isn't one...
7. Looks like I am going to need a new lawn mower.
   

Crazy times... for crazy people... HA HA HAHA!!! Wooooooooooooooooo

Nothing to see here

We had the baby...

Scarlett Julia. On the 7th...

Losing...

I think we warp our kids today.

A few weeks ago I was at my nephews baseball game. He was pitching. And well... when his team was at bat, they were rocking the other team. However, when they got to 6 runs, they stopped batting and switched sides. Apparently it is some mercy rule so everyone gets a chance.

WTF?

When I was 12, my baseball team scored 30 runs by the 4th inning and we proceeded to turn soft and finished winning 35 to nothing in 7 innings, which is all they would let us play back then anyway. 7 full innings, winner take all.

And the funny thing, we laughed, we joked... we rocked that other team and we all said at the end when we shook hands, "Good game!" Both teams... Good game... even though we slaughtered the shit out of the other team. We went on to be league champions that year and the other team, well... ha, they won a couple games but finished last. Every two years you went to a new team anyway and I was on the losing team when I was 13. So what...

I think about the difference of the winner take all attitude and this feeble mercy bullshit and think it is such a joke.

I had the good fortune of sitting next to a 2 year old on the plane last night. He was watching Cars and kept having his mom fast forward to the races to see Lightning McQueen win. Here, in the first 5 minutes of the movie, Pixar creates a likeable but seriously arrogant, narcissist who is hell bent on winning. And kids cheer the whole time!

Then he loses!

Then there is this whole side story of character development until finally he gets to the big race and WINS!! Disney magic.

Shit... What about the other cars? What about their feelings? Are they evil? Are they to be discarded because they are other colors and just not as good as Lightning McQueen's red paint? Pixar creates a winner, a winning attitude and a winning movie about winning when the times get tough and how while we are all supposed to be nice in shame, but overcome our losses to be the big winner.

Totally contradicts youth sports today and their stupid rules.

Win dammit!!!