Ok, so I don’t necessarily look like a mechanic’s assistant in this pic. This was taken after all the hard mechanic work when we went to the pool to cool off. More on that later.
We just got another car to sell, a Lexus ES300. It’s been well-kept and is beautiful but needs new tires. Since [...]
Archive > August 2009
Jane – Mechanics Assistant
All Work and No Play??? NO WAY!!!
We just had some tenants move out of one of our residential rental properties and so, it’s time for the cleaning crew to come in. By cleaning crew, I mean myself, Dick, and the girls. By doing it ourselves, we save big and the girls love a change of scenery. So, we pack our bags for a few days but since there’s nothing in the townhouse, so we also pack blankets, pillows, food and stuff to cook with (this helps cut down on expenses and time since we can just stay put and work). Yes, I’m a slave driver! No,
We just had some tenants move out and so, it’s time for the cleaning crew to come in. By cleaning crew, I mean myself, Dick, and the girls. By doing it ourselves, we save big and the girls love a change of scenery. So, we pack our bags for a few days but since there’s nothing in the townhouse, so we also pack blankets, pillows, food and stuff to cook with (this helps cut down on expenses and time since we can just stay put and work). Yes, I’m a slave driver! No, I’m just efficient. Off we go in the car for a 4 hour drive. Here’s some pics along the way:
I Hate Fucking Making the Juice!
Recently I’ve reverted to dropping f-bombs like the old days of working in manufacturing car plants. Well, maybe not as bad as before, but I find great satisfaction in using this word to express myself. I know it’s considered vulgar and profane but it’s so FUCKING expressive. It gives just the uummph I want for emphasis!
I Hop, U Hop, We All Hop for IHOP!
We only eat out occasionally when I’m lazy to cook or there’s a special occasion. Today was a lazy day so we decide to take a bike ride out the INTERNATIONAL HOUSE OF PANCAKES for breakfast. Now, I’m a mediocre, well almost novice bike rider. My limited riding in my childhood involved a used Pink Panther bike my mom Fanny Mae bought at a garage sale. My sister and I shared it and we took turns riding up and down my neighbor’s 200ft driveway. Back and forth and back and forth and back and forth. You get the picture. Fanny Mae didn’t allow us to ride on the neighborhood streets for fear that we would get hit by cars.
I’m Going to Finish My Peach First
DICK is driving me around METROPOLIS for a photo project I’m doing with www.buyusafirst.org. John Gibson, CEO of United Intelligence Corporation, is an entrepreneur who has several business of his own and also works as a consultant for women entrepreneurs. John is also my husband’s, mother’s, cousin’s husband. I meet John for the first time in California a month ago and immediately I like him. He’s Super-intelligent, seems to take everything in stride and is always smiling. Doesn’t he look kinda like Bill Gates?
Jane – Car Salesman
I always pictured car salesmen to be fast-talking, wheelin’ and dealin’ men. Never in my WILDEST dreams did I think that I would be among them because I’m not the kind of person that likes to sell anything. I suck at it and it does not come naturally for me like it does for DICK. I don’t like having to convince anyone to buy anything. So when I started doing business for myself, I learned that EVERYTHING is sales. Shit! The one thing I can’t stand to do! One constantly has to sell themselves, whether it be their idea, their product or themselves. Sales is a must-have skill that everyone needs to learn but I must have fallen asleep in class again. (I’m infamous for my amazing ability to fall asleep anywhere and within a few seconds.)
