The Renovation is Done

So here we are. It’s been a year now since the Ivy Manor renovation began, and the construction people are all gone. I miss the construction guys already. Now it’s time to deal with the management, and I use the term management very loosely.

I’ve living at Ivy Manor for over 8 years, and for the most part it’s been a pretty decent place to live. The first manager that I had to deal with, Bobbi, was pretty much just warming a seat. She let anyone in without doing any background check. We had some real winners living here back then. I got lucky in that I do have a good neighbor. I had the most delightful 97-year-old woman living right next door to me. I really miss her.
Tracy, our next manager did a great job of weeding out the riff-raff and made Ivy a much better place to live. I really miss dealing with Tracy. Now we have a new manager and I have no idea which way this place is going to go. Or new manager, Lisa, has also been great. She has done her best to get decent people into the building. Unfortunately, nothing good ever lasts forever.

Everything is changing, and not for the better. It appears that Range Mental Health is making the decisions as to who is being placed here. Pill poppers, meth heads, heroin addicts, and drug dealers make up most of our new tenants. We even have a woman who goes down to the front door about every half hour throughout the night to let in her gentleman friends. You don’t have to guess what’s going on there.

Now we have to deal with all kinds of new rule changes. The whole building is now smoke-free. I can’t believe that they took a building that has been a smoking building for decades, and they expect it to become non-smoking overnight. It just plain isn’t going to happen.

We also started paying the utilities as part of the rent. Because of this, we are allowed to have our windows open no more than 15 minutes in any hour. I’ve never heard anything so ridiculous in my life. This morning, if the manager sees any windows open when she gets here, that person will be given an infraction. Maybe they should have thought about economizing when they were working on the windows. They did a lousy job of sealing the windows. When the wind hits the front of the building, you can feel the cold air coming in around the window frames.

The building was supposed to be renovated to be as close to the historical design as possible. I went from two sinks in the kitchen to a single basin which makes washing dishes a real pain. The kitchen sink looks like something that you would find in a commercial building. The bathroom sink is much the same. It belongs more in a rehab facility than in a home. The walls were painted plain white, and the carpeting in each apartment was removed and replaced with blonde wood flooring that was installed in a rather haphazard manner. When I walk from my living room to my kitchen, the floor creeks like something you would find in a 150-year-old house. The light fixtures are as far away from the historical aspect. They did everything as cheaply as possible.

We are also experiencing management harassment like never before. The manager shows up at odd hours of the morning to walk the halls sniffing at doors to see if she can catch somebody smoking cigarettes or pot. Night before last, the manager said that she came out of the elevator and the smell of pot “hit her in the face”. Her nose led her right to my door. She didn’t get inside to confirm that the smell was actually coming from my apartment. I have a neighbor right down the hall who is smoking pot and meth in their apartment all the time. One morning I heard this guy and his girlfriend fighting like hell in the hallway at around 6:30 am. I looked out through the viewer in my door. When this guy opened his apartment door, I could see a cloud of smoke billow out the top of his door. I reported this to the manager, but I was told by the manager that she had to catch him in the act in order to give him an infraction. I was given an infraction for smoking pot in my apartment, and I was most certainly not caught in the act. I and several of my friends were over at the Holiday Store when we were supposed to be smoking in here. The manager looked at the camera in the office and saw one of my friends leaving my apartment. According to her, this confirmed that we were smoking pot in the apartment. Where the Hell did she come up with that? A friend coming from my apartment only confirms that he was there. It doesn’t confirm anything else. The smell in the hallway could have come from anywhere on the floor.

My theory on the whole thing? AEOA (Arrowhead Economic Opportunity Agency) and Range Mental Health are planning to force all of the decent tenants out of the building so they can fill all of the apartments with all of the trash that are unacceptable to any other landlord in the area. Even the slum lords in the area (and there are a lot of them) won’t take these people.

More later.

Merry Christmas all


‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the trailer
Not a creature was stirrin’ ‘cept a redneck named Taylor.
His first name was Bubba, Joe was his middle,
And a-runnin’ down his chin was a trickle of spittle.

His socks, they were hung by the chimney with care,
And therefore there was a foul stench in the air.
From out in the yard there came such a noise
That Bubba got scared and rousted the boys.

There was Rufus, 12; Jim Bob was 11;
Dud goin’ on 10; Otis was 7.
John, George and Chucky were 5,4, and 3:
The twins were both girls so they just let them be.

They jumped in their overalls, no need for a shirt,
Threw a hat on each head, then turned with a jerk.
They ran to the gun rack that hung on the wall.
There were 17 shotguns; they grabbed them all.

Bubba said to the young’uns, “Now hesh up ya’ll!
The last thing we wanna do is wake up yer Maw.”
Maw was expecting and needed her sleep,
So out they crept out the door without making a peep.

They all looked around, and then they all spit.
The young’uns asked Bubba, “Paw, what is it?”
Bubba just stared; he could not say a word.
This was just like all of the stories he’d heard.

It was Santy Claus up on the roof, darn tootin’
But the boys didn’t know; they was about to start shootin’!
They aimed their shotguns and nearly made a mistake
That would have resulted in venison steak.

Bubba hollered out, “Don’t shoot, boys!”
That’s Santy Claus and he’s brought us some toys.
The dogs were a-barkin’ and a-raisin’ cain,
And Bubba whistled, and shouted, and called them by name.

“Down, Spot! Shut up Bullet! Quiet, Pete and Roscoe!
Git, Turnip and Tater and Sam and old Joe!”
“Git down from that porch! Git down off that wall!
Quit shakin the trailer, or you’ll make Santy fall!”

The dogs kept a-barkin’ and wouldn’t shut up,
And they trampled poor Pete who was only a pup.
Santy opened his bag, and threw out some toys.
Bubba got most, but left a few for the boys.

From up on the roof Santa heaved a great sigh.
Since the guns had been dropped he just might not die.
He jumped in his sleigh, told his reindeer to hurry.
The trailer started to wobble Santa started to worry.

Just as the reindeer got into the air,
The trailer collapsed, but Bubba didn’t care.
He was busy lookin’ at all his new toys.
Then a thought hit him, and he said to the boys:

“Go check on yer Maw, make sure she’s all right.
That roof fallin’ on her could-a hurt just a might.”
But Maw was OK, and the girls were too.
They fixed up the trailer; it looked good as new.

And as for Bubba, he liked Old St. Nick,
But Santa thought Bubba was a pure-in-tee hick!
Bubba had a nice Christmas, and the boys did, too.
And the Taylors wish a Merry Christmas to you!

Mark Dice : Donald Trump’s Funniest Insults and Comebacks

Donald Trump’s funnest moments from the 2016 campaign. A compilation of his best insults, comebacks, and statements. Not only is he rich and smart, but he’s also funny as heck too. Here’s the funniest things Trump has said about the media, Hillary Clinton, and his critics.

I’m a supporter of President Donald Trump. While I respect the man completely, I can’t help getting a few good laughs out of some of the things he says on the air.

What Real Success is all about

Many think success means getting everything I want. And we say, that’s what dead is, and there is no such thing as that kind of dead. Success is not being done; not being complete. Success is still dreaming and feeling positive in the unfolding.

All is Well

If you know that all is well, you know all you need to know. And if you know life is supposed to be fun, you know more than almost anybody else knows. And if you know that the way you feel is your indicator of how connected you are to Source, then you know that which only a handful of Deliberate Creators, respective to the total population, really know. The beasts all know it.

Your animals know that all is well. Your animals live in the moment. They understand the power of their now. They expect the Universe to yield to them. They don’t worry or fret or conjure or make laws or rules or try to regulate. They are Pure Positive Energy. Your beasts vibrate more on the Energy scale of contentment than of passion. Their desire was set forth from Nonphysical, and continues to be set forth by those, like you, who want Energy balance, who want sustenance.

The difference between the beast and the human is that the beast is more general in its intent. The human is usually less blended, usually less allowing of the Energy to flow, but is more specific. And that is why the human is seen to be the Creator while the beast is more the balancer of Energy.

Excerpted from Philadelphia, PA on 10/15/98

Do you have it all wrong? – Attracting the life you want is an inside job.

happiness causes success

Source: Do you have it all wrong? – Attracting the life you want is an inside job.

This is something that I tell myself daily.  Most days it doesn’t take very much motivation to put me in a positive and happy train of thought.  Other days I would rather fight with a polar bear than have to deal with having a happy thought.  On those days it just takes me a little bit longer to talk myself into a good place.

More Random Junk

There is another notice hung up by the mail boxes saying that today the manager will be coming into our apartments again to look anything that the construction people need to finish up on. I thought they used that same reason for the last 2 or 3 times they wanted to come in. I think it’s getting a little ridiculous. Furthermore, all of the people living in the building agree. I don’t believe most of what AEOA tells me, and I really don’t have a lot of love for management companies as it is. Let’s see what happens with this.

It’s cold as hell outside again this morning. I went over to Holiday for donuts this morning and damn near froze on the way. The girl on duty this morning was just getting things turned up as I was getting there.

I went to Target yesterday and bought an Alexa Show unit. I plan to add a few light control modules, but that won’t been for a little while.

Hopefully today will be a little more exciting day than the last few days. Here’s keeping my fingers crossed.

Just a few random thoughts

Well, the kids woke me up at 3:00 am this morning wanting to be fed. They used to wait until at least 6 to wake me up. I wonder where I lost control over this aspect of my life. For quite some time the kids woke me up at 6 am. Not one minute before or one minute after. They woke me up at 6 on the nose. I have a wrist watch that receives the time signal from the atomic clock in Boulder, Colorado. According to it’s manual, the watch is supposed to be completely accurate to one billionth of a second a year. The only things I know of that are more accurate than this watch are Misty and Johnny’s stomaches.

This was the third night in a row with only 3 hours a night sleep. For a long time I took Ambien CR to get me to sleep. Now, all of a sudden, rhe insurance company will no longer cover Ambien CR. So the doctor prescribed a new sleep aid called Belsomera. OMG!!! He should have told me that I was going to have major nightmare for the first 3 or 4 or even 5 nights. I literally kicked Misty off the couch. I launched her across the room. Johnny was the smart one to sleep up on the back of the couch. He was out of my reach.

Then, to add insult to injury, the guy who ripped off my Iphone and my jewelery, actually came back 2 nights in a row trying to play games with me. He said that he could return the jewelery, and he acted like he had it in his pocket. After a while he tells me that the jewelery is at some police impound area, and that he had to go pick them up. I told him to go get them, just to see what he would do. He went off to the police department then he didn’t come back for 3 days.

Yesterday this guy showed up at my door, and he was really kinda pushy about trying to get inside. I told him that I wasn’t going to let him in. Told him that I was done playing games. I said either return my property and leave. He took off again and I haven’t seen him since. Can’t say that it hurts my feelings any. I’m not going to get my jewelery back which is not a big deal. One of the wrist watches he took was a Fossil chrono style gold toned watch valued at around $169.00 retail. The other wrist watch and the two rings he took weren’t worth $8.00 together. It was cheap junk jewelery.

The last few days were just plain boring. All of my favorite channels on cable tv are showing 24 hour marathons of Star Trek Voyager. I like the show, but I don’t want to watch it 24/7 on 3 channels for 3 full days. So, I watch what I can find. The news is pretty much nothing but Trump and the Russians. Hillary Clinton is another major pain in the ass that I would like to see go away forever. Trump won, Hillary lost, end of story, learn to live with it.

Such is life…

A Life Lesson Learned

So here we are. It’s Monday morning and I survived the weekend. Better yet, I survived the Thanksgiving holiday. Don’t ask me how, but I did. I not a big fan of holidays. I don’t go anywhere for Thanksgiving or Christmas. I spend the time here, by myself with my kids. I don’t make a big meal for holidays. This year I went down to Subway for a turkey sub, and I bought a small package of slice turkey at the deli which I give to the kids. I figure that if I should have my Thanksgiving, they should too.

I’ve always been one of those people who learns the lessons of life the hard way. Last May I turned 55 years old. Over the years I’ve never really thought about getting older. For the most part, I don’t feel older, There are a few lessons that I wish I had learned much earlier.

Case in point. About three years ago, one of my best friends Tony passed away. Before he passed, he introduced me to one of his friends named Jheri. Jheri seemed like a nice enough guy. He was always helping Tony out with food, and other little necessities of life. After Tony passed, I didn’t see Jheri for quiote some time. Then one day, right out of the blue, Jheri showed up on my doorstep. He told me that he was going through some tough times. He was homeless, sleeping on any couch that he could find. I let him sleep in my recliner for about a week, then I told him that he had to find other accomodations because I had to consider my lease. He seemed to be good with that. Jheri came around nearly every day for almost a month. During that time, he cleaned my apartment from top to bottom. He cleaned the bathroom nearly every time he used it. He also started bringing food and other little gifts for me. I didn’t really suspect anything, so I just went on with life as usual.

One day, Jheri just quit coming around. I thought that I might have said something that offended him. Then I started noticing things missing. A 1920’s braille wrsit watch that was a keepsake that belonged to my great grandmother, then there was a necklace that belonged to my grandmother. I also noticed a wrist watch missing, along with a ring that that I’ve had since I was 16 years old. Yep, he had ripped me off big time.

Several week after he stopped coming up to my apartment, I ran into him coming out of the grocery store. I confronted him. He was wearing the watch and the ring that he had taken. I told him that I wanted them, but he didn’t want to give them to me. I finally told him that that if he didn’t hand them over, I was going to take them by force. He finally handed them over. He was also carrying a very expensive Swissgear backpack that I paid over $80.00 for. He had that full of food and he refused to hand it over. He walked away, got on his bike and road away screaming curses at me the whole time. I definitely put my trust in the wrong person.

Several weeks later I went riding past the public library on my bike when I saw Jheri sitting at the outside table at the end of the building. I confronted him once again. He actually acted like he didn’t know who I was. He told me that if I really thought he ripped me off, I could take him to court. Of course, he probably already had the loot sold.

Finally, I learned the truth about Jheri. Besides being a thief, a liar, and a con man, Jheri was also a level 3 sex offender. Chances were pretty good that the reason he was homeless was because the people who really knew him were afriad to let him into their homes. They knew not to trust him as far as they could throw him. I wish I had known what I know now a whole lot soon.

And so ends the problem of letting the wrong people into my home. Well, not exactly. Just a couple of days before Thanksgiving, I met a guy named Kyle. He was homeless, just getting by by the skin of his teeth. I should have known better. Just like Jheri, Kyle was just too damned nice. A guy who doesn’t have a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out of is offering to buy me groceries, sodas, and all manner of snack foods. Without going into a ton of dull and boring details, Kyle took me for an IPhone and charger, two rings, two wrist watches, two knives, and a tube with $10.00 worth of quarters that I had set aside to do laundry. No, I obviously didn’t learn the first time.

Kyle was friends with a guy who moved into the apartment just down the hall from me. This guy was one who I would never let into my apartment for any reason whatsoever. When he first moved in he wanted me to let him tap into my internet, and he caught me several times to let him use my phone. I finally came right out and told him “we are neighbors, but we are not friends! You don’t need to ask me for anything!” So far he has kept his distance from me since then.

Fox Mulder from the X-Files was right when he said “Trust no one”. From now on I know enough to say no and walk away when someone starts getting sickeningly nice to me. I should have seen throught both of these guys immediately, but I didn’t. Incidents like these will never happen to me again! I know better now.

Enough said…