What Up?

So, this weekend was a pretty productive one -- we got the final "stuff" done on my house...and also found a renter for it. Well, there are a couple things to do, but it's more like "bring the ladder down because it didn't fit in the car," not "fix the watering system."

I walked the couple around the property and showed them all the trees, improvements, good spots, etc. My property manager had had 60 people show interest -- then she narrowed it down to about 5 couples, and I had met them (this couple was the last one). I had kinda decided on another couple before meeting these ones -- but these ones were definitely better.

It was funny, b/c my James was there while I was showing them around. He couldn't understand how I was spending like 2 hours doing this. But what happened was I showed them around for about an hour (there are a lot of trees, the hot tub, spa, watering system, etc. to talk about) -- and then we were standing there, and I had been saying "the tenant needs to do XYZ" and then they were saying things back like "We would totally take care of XYZ" and I finally turned to them and said "So, would you like to rent my house?" and they got all kinda teary-eyed -- the guy even -- saying "Are you saying you are going to pick us???" It's such a great place, it just takes a lot of work -- which my James is not interested in. He even told me they were a great choice, because with TWO people who love to garden, etc. it's a Paradise -- it was just too much for one (me) and he didn't want to take it on b/c he doesn't care for gardening and such.

So after I said yes, I had picked them, we went all around the property AGAIN because then they had questions. It was pretty funny. They were jumping out of their skin happy. It made me feel really really good. They were in their late 40s -- so a better choice that some of the other "younger ones" who have families or are planning families, etc -- they have "been there done that" and just want a place they can "stay and take care of for the next 20 years." Sounds good to me!

I am feeling good about that -- though I won't make my mortgage on the rent (I will wind up losing like $300/month or so), I feel it will be taken care of. I was really sad, but happy at the same time that they seem like good "stewards" of my property. As the roses have started to come out, I sent them home with about 100 roses and I brought some home, too.

My James' schizophrenic daughter is still in our house, and it's getting so old and wearing and awful. If he didn't hate it too, I might have stopped the rental process and just moved back to my house (especially as it's looking so FINE right now!) Her meds aren't working. The other day we saw a class action on the TV about the meds -- the dang class action lawyers sue on anything and then the doctors get scared to prescribe it -- and so now, she is seeing aliens, not able to work, etc. He said that he is going to talk with her doctor and that if it doesn't get fixed, that he's going to look into group homes or the like. But then he doesn't do it. I need him to do that. He knows it, but he just doesn't. And I don't want to do it -- because it's not my responsibility. I have enough going on for that.

This weekend I did a Passion Party -- there were like 6 girls that ordered, and it came out to about $100 each. So I made something like $200-300, not a ton, but as always, it was really fun.

I am feeling somewhat like my life is getting ordered -- when the house gets rented, that will be a big $$$ off my back. Now just to get my car back, and I will feel like things are moving in the right direction!

OK, off to work. It's been gorgeous here and I gotta also start getting back into working out e.g., running or walking outside. I'm doing the Pilates and strength training with a gal at the gym (WOAH is she gorgeous, what a role model), but that's not enough. Gotta get rid of the belly that is for sure! I put on some shorts for working at the house this weekend -- Whew, not pretty!