I'm willing to share small tidbits of me. Who I am. What I experience. Why I do what I do. Just ramdom thoughts from me. Enjoy!
Who?
Name::Random me From::California, United States
I am a wife and mother of two boys. I work full-time in the electronics industry. It took me 6 years to graduate college (no, I'm not embarrassed-I finished, Dammit!) SJSU class of 1990. I love to cook, because I love good food. I'll pass on sweets, but will eat something with garlic or onion in a minute. I HATE cheese, except Mozzerella on pizza-and that has to be combination pizza. I hate chick flicks, but love a good thriller. My husband and I are real estate investors on the side. View my complete profile
So, we have new neighbors. The previous homeowners, that we really liked, sold their house in December and an investor bought the house to rent it out. It took them five months to rent it. We checked their ad in the paper and they wanted $2100/month for a 4 bedroom house! We also calculated the owner’s house payment to be around $2400/month. My husband, who will not admit that he is nosey, is also a realtor on the side so he investigates stuff like this. We didn’t know who would be able to pay THAT much money for a 1600 square foot house. We assumed an extended family would move in. You know, about 15 adults that own about 15 cars, so you can’t even park in front your own house. My husband HATES having cars parked in front of our house if they are not visiting us. He’s got nerve. He has quite a sense of entitlement about that 20 foot piece of curb or something.
Anyway, now we have neighbors. Shady characters!
They’ve been in the house for nearly two weeks. They will not make eye contact when you try to say “hello”, no one owns a car (thank God!) It’s a mother, the father or boyfriend who officially doesn’t “live” there, two adult sons, and a daughter who’s about 11 years old. They’ve already had a fight over there between the two sons. The sons and the father all wear red all the time: red jerseys, red t-shirts, red tennis shoes, red shoe laces, red baseball caps, red boxer shorts seen on over the waist of their pants. Red, Red. Red. RED!!! For the record, men should limit the amount of red they wear, especially shoes. There really is no need for red shoes for men. Is there? I mean, really.
For some reason, this new family talks on the phone quite a bit. Why do I know this? They are always outside when they are on the phone. There appears to be a whole lot of ghetto mentality with this family.
I’ve already seen the two adult sons getting friendly with the fast 14 year old girl from the up the street. I couldn’t hear their conversation, but I can tell she is excited that older boys like her and all they see is an easy conquest. This is a train wreck I won’t be able to stop. Sad…
I see trouble ahead…I’m nervous. We’ll see how this works out.
Posted by Random me ::
9:18 PM ::
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