I love my place....

Right after Christmas I found out that the owners of the place I live have decided to sell the place. They inherited from their father and just don't want anything to do with it. About a year and a half ago I moved in on crutches (and a lot of help from friends) as you see it has beautiful bay windows and is so much fun to decorate for Christmas. The good news is the management company that takes care of the place has my back and I have a possible place to move into. I will check it out in a week or two.

Well yesterday the Realtor had an open house so the boys and I headed to Fort Funston. It was Nick's first time there and he loved it. He has been acting better then Sly these days. Sly is having a bit of Big Brother syndrome...that or he is getting sick again. Pray that isn't the case. We didn't go to the water because loud noise scares Nick and I didn't want to freak him out the first time there. We will try again once it gets a little warmer.

I found out that the Open House went well and some of the people asked if we (my friends Aftan and Jeff live downstairs) wanted to stay. There is a lot of work that needs to be done so it will be interesting to see if anyone is willing to take that on and if so if they want tenants in the house. I just pray that everything works how God intends it to, so we will see how this plays out!

On most Sunday's I make breakfast for myself and today was no different, but I made my eggs just like Grama Papa use to at the ranch. For those of you who don't know what that means they were a little over done on the outside and the white was still runny. I can't stomach that, so the boys got a Sunday morning treat. I tried to get my camera as Nick pretty much climbed into the bowl to get the last of the eggs, but wasn't quick enough! It was hilarious!