One Day at a Time

A girl's guide to selling homes in the Southern California desert: a love story. Growing up in a small town nestled in the heart of the Southern California desert, I always loved real estate and helping people find their dream properties. Selling homes is my passion, and I am so excited to help you find your perfect property in this beautiful corner of the world. Whether you are looking for a vacation getaway or a permanent residence, I can help you find the right home and finance it in this amazing part of the country! I remember being a tiny person on a job site with a 2x4 cutoff and a grease pen in hand checking my parents' employees' work. I'd walk around inspecting the various nails, staples, cuts of paper and wire, and if they were properly overlapping. Occasionally, I'd find myself calling out a letter grade for their work performance. I spent so many hours watching my parents work, I know what looked right and what appeared totally wrong. I'd snarki...

I have that Ridin' song stuck in my head, "They see me rollin' They Hatin' Patrollin' and tryna catch me ridin' dirty....." I regress; I thought about a recent client experience with a moving company. I loosely call them a moving company because they are more like a wrecking company. I can't believe how intolerable they made the whole experience from beginning to end; it was a total nightmare. One should have known by the social media post they were just a bunch of degenerate boys trying to do the work of a professional man. Still, a shot in the dark was embarked upon. Trouble ensued, beginning with a hole in the piano lid, a dropped white couch, busted legs on furniture, and holes in mattress pad covers. At the night's end, the movers had to audacity to ask for payment. They called the Sheriff's department to solve their civil action problem. It turns out that the company wasn't insured for any of the damages they caused. Don't make t...

I wake up and look in the mirror and don't recognize myself. If I squint and let's be honest, when I'm not wearing my glasses, I'm likely squinting - making those extra love lines in my face. I reach for my glasses and let out a sigh. Ah, there I am, an aging masterpiece, not like fine wine or aged cheese but of a thick chunk of mortadella, tiny fat deposits around my sweet and nutty bits. I brush my hair and begin my day. I like a slow start with a glass of water. Hence, my skin stays hydrated enough I can continue to call them love lines. I stay healthy by taking my daily herbs, and pre/probiotics, eating some sheep yogurt to satisfy my belly guggles, nibbling on a good size chunck of 90% dark chocolate and swallowing some Crazy Goat blend of Klatch coffee. It's time for a good stare out my front window overlooking the valley before I get serious about my day. Recently, our new fur baby has interrupted my daily reading and study. He is an adorable train wreck to ...