I want my house to sell.
If it does sell, it's going to take awhile. I'm not very patient. I want it to happen now........
We've had thunderstorms on and off all day.
I like it.
I used it as an excuse to not do much of anything today.
I payed bills.
I packed my lunch for work tomorrow.
I laid out my uniform for work tomorrow, and I switched the stuff in my
purse to another purse.
I took a nap.
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Frankly, I don't know why you are not happy with your home and want to move, can you give me some reasons?
I'm proud of and love my little, old house, Billy. But I want to start the rest of whats left of my life some where new.
I guess I just want to shake things up a little. Thats pretty much it!
Somewhere new three miles away isn't all that new, but I guess I'll stick around and enjoy your insanity, hahahaha.
My uncle John got married, bought a home, and died in it many years later, I always admired that little shit for that, it's the only address I've remembered over the years.
1175 Lorraine Drive, Salt Lake City, Utah. Pretty sure if you Google it you'll find it, I'm sure that at least one of the boys still live there.
Actually, I did Google it, Bobby is now listed as the owner, he's the youngest of the two boys, John and Tiny also raised two daughters in that little 700 sq. ft. home.
My uncle John was sure a cool little shit, blew many of the old neon signs you see in the west, I don't think he weighed more than 125 pounds but could drink his weight in beer most days.
The last neon he ever blew was for two open signs in my parts house, went out of retirement to make them for me.
My uncle John was sure a cool little shit. I'm crying so will shut up now.
I'm wondering why you deleted a whole post.
i didn't delete a post...
Oh, guess I had a brain fart. I'll blame it on this fucking blowing through my ears. :-)
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