....fingers have now thawed....

My fingers have now thawed from the record cold spell we have had so that I can finally type again. My skin has basically all flaked off from the cold and dry weather. It was a horrific combination of a santa ana and severly cold weather. I feel like a walking raisin.

We have tried to slow our trips to the hood lately and concentrate on our other properties a little. Nonetheless, the stories still continue to flow in.

It amazes me to no end the lengths people will go to to destroy a property and/or make life more difficult for a management company. The latest thing on one property for these kids is to hop over the fence to a nearby field and walk around and COLLECT trash to throw back over our fence to trash the property. Now, there has got to be a better use of time than to HUNT for trash to throw on a property. Liiike say, maybe...home work. Oh yeah, that's right, they don't GO to school because the father spent their bus money this month on crack! That's right...now there's a good explanation. And, and..the community smoke-a-lot-of-crack-a-thons each night where people get high, have mass orgies in the bedrooms and living room, play loud music, and then pass out for 12 hours, those are great for the kids too!

Hello? CPS? Yes, I have a compaint to make.....

This is for my ATM friends...

We went to the Holiday bowl game out here. It was really fun tailgating, eating....watching all of the students in the parking lot drink out of beer funnels...then puking up everything on the pavement. This one kid had WAY to many hotdogs before he decided to drink....and didn't chew them very well.

Here are some pics of the game. One of S and I, and one of my beloved Aggie band.

I think I'm cursed...

I think I need to get rid of my car. I think it is cursed.

About 3 weeks ago, a beer truck dropped it's beer and dolly off of the truck and dented my door. **Mind, you this is my second car within six months.** Yesterday, someone in the humble side of town decided that they were pissed off at me and keyed the entire length of the car to the tune of a $2500 repainting job. So, today when I left the body shop, estimates in hand totalling $4000, I decided, maybe it's time to trade this car in. I think I'm cursed...

Props to the hood. Way to keep the stereotypes up.