Friday, February 20, 2009

There are Daffodils Beneath the Snow


I am a
Daffodil


What Flower
Are You?



I took this test before, but I couldn't remember what I was so I took it again and I am a daffodil. I love being a daffodil because they glow like little suns from the brown of the dirt. But now that I live in this white and brown world for six months of the year, I appreciate them even more.

The last 2 weeks have been so snowy. On Tuesday, there was over a foot, and now it's been melting. I loved the trees because it was very wet, heavy, snow and it stuck in their branches. They all looked like they were covered with huge white blossoms. But they melted in a day, and as beautiful as it was I am really getting sick of snow.


I usually try and go home the first week of March, but this year there just isn't the money. We may end up loosing a huge amount of equity on a property we should have sold last summer. The real estate business lending business is not good, and there is no money for investor loans. We'll know by the end of the month, the point being that I can't leave until there is some finality to the situation.

But we may have a buyer too. I have sort of given up worrying about it, just working as hard as I can and doing whatever I can. It is the best that I can do. I know that whatever happens, we will be okay.
In California right now, the green on the hills in March can be so brilliant it can make your eyes hurt. On top of that, there is big splotches of yellow mustard flowers on top of the green. I miss that, buried in all this snow, but I also know, that spring will come here too. And when it comes, like waiting for the sale of the property, it will be all the more beautiful because of the faith that we exercised. Faith in spring, and faith that no matter what happens, life will continue to be good.
If you want to know what kind of flower you are, go to this blog: http://www.thisgardenisillegal.com/flower-quiz

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Don't mess with old dogs.

A wealthy old Gentleman decides to go on a hunting safari in Africa, taking his faithful, elderly dog named Killer, along for the company.

One day the old dog starts chasing rabbits and before long, discovers that he's lost. Wandering about, he notices a leopard heading rapidly in his direction with the intention of having lunch.

The old dog thinks, "Oh, oh! I'm in deep doo-doo now!" Noticing some bones on the ground close by, he immediately settles down to chew on the bones with his back to the approaching cat. Just as the leopard is about to leap, the old dog exclaims loudly, "Boy, that was one delicious leopard! I wonder, if there are any more around here?"


Hearing this, the young leopard halts his attack in mid-strike, a look of terror comes over him and he slinks away into the trees. "Whew!", says the leopard, "That was close! That old dog nearly had me!"


Meanwhile, a monkey who had been watching the whole scene from a nearby tree, figures he can put this knowledge to good use and trade it for protection from the leopard. So, off he goes, but the old dog sees him heading after the leopard with great speed, and figures that something must be up.


The monkey soon catches up with the leopard, spills the beans and strikes a deal for himself with the leopard.


The young leopard is furious at being made a fool of and says, "Here, monkey, hop on my back and see what's going to happen to that conniving canine!


Now, the old dog sees the leopard coming with the monkey on his back and thinks, "What am I going to do now?", but instead of running, the dog sits down with his back to his attackers, pretending he hasn't seen them yet, and just when they get close enough to hear, the old dog says...
"Where's that damn monkey? I sent him off an hour ago to bring me another leopard!

Moral of this story...
Don't mess with the old dogs... age and skill will always overcome youth and treachery! BS and brilliance only come with age and experience.

Saturday, February 7, 2009

The Present is a Present

My almost 80 year old mom is doing a better job with her blog than I. That’s because I am teaching her and about 10 other people how to blog and why it can be important. So it’s sort of like the cobbler’s kids shoes, my own stuff just isn’t getting written.
I have been spending the last 2 weeks trying to frantically sell my small apartment house, not because I really want to, but because my husband is literally going nuts trying to be a landlord and because we have a balloon on it and like everyone else, THERE IS NO MONEY, or at least not through traditional means.
So, I have learned a ton of stuff again about what being a real estate investor really means. It is crazy. I am still stuck in the learning aspect, and then I decided that part of my problem lies in my perfectionism. I want don’t want to leave any stone unturned, or not explore any selling methodology. I am bound and determined to use all of the Internet and any other trick I can think of and there is always one more thing to be done. I want to be the best Twitterer, and Facebook poster. I am not content with just doing it a little.
The problem is that I get online, and I get so side-tracked. From what I have heard, most people who use the Internet do, it is one of the main dangers of the media. When I first got my personal computer, over 20 years ago, (That blows my mind that I have actually been using one of these things for 20+ years.) It was little more than a type-writer, and now it is almost a constant in my life. I remember my baby, who is now 19, sitting on my lap and slapping my hands, as I was trying to finish an assignment for college, which I went back to when she was 2, saying, “ No more ‘pooter, Mommy. No more pooter.”
The very first computer that came into our home, my husband brought from work. He was a graphic designer and art director in Palo Alto. Of course he would be one of the first to use a desk-top publisher. It was a little Mac SE II, and we practiced drawing circles and squares in McDraw. Big deal I thought. And now it is an integral part of my life, seeming to suck it away, but sometimes giving back. Like now, getting in touch with people I cared about and lost track of and have now found through social media, But my here and now time, goes quickly while I am doing that, searching my past.
I am reading the most interesting book, Wealth 101, part of the Life 101 series. Published in 1992, I had never heard of it before and then my daughter found an almost brand new copy at the thrift store. My favorite chapter so far, is the one written on the present. How important it is to live in the here and now, because that is all that we really have. Dwelling in the past brings us depression and despair, because there is nothing we can do to change it, (except to learn from it). Living in the future only brings us anxiety, worrying about the would-ifs and the maybes. So grasp the here and now, and live there, because the present is just that, a present. Love it, enjoy it, use it to its fullness.