As you can see, I have my work cut out for me; LEAVES LEAVES everywhere! 

Broom, My son uses it to help me rake the leaves 

The Vacated Spot near my front stoop, where Pumpkin once lived.... 

Smashed Pumpkin Pays the Price for Our Troubled Youth 

EVER SO SMASHED PUMPKINS

I decided to expand my blog to include other topics besides fixing and flipping, although, I'm sure there will be plenty of info on fixing and flipping and other rehab/real estate adventures in this blog, but that is not the only thing on my mind. And as this blog is a work in progress, might as well blog about all sorts of things.

The latest going on in my life is that both of my cars were burglarized last night, probably before I even went to bed. So, while I was watching "Wayne's World 2" on TBS last night, eating chips with queso, three prepubescent kids were stealing my 2 year-old's dvd player out of my car. How disappointed do you think they were when they played it later only to see The Wiggles (Greg, Anthony, Murray and Jeff are ever so hot among the toddler scene)? Actually, as I found out later in the morning, the kids were caught in the act two houses down. Apparently, they were hitting up the whole neighborhood. I am most devastated by the destruction of the absolute PERFECT pumpkin that I had on my front stoop. It was such a beautiful pumpkin, and it's lustrous decorative appeal was cut short on the hood of my husband's malibu. It's guts spilling out onto the road in front of my house. And because this is how enraged I was upon the scene of my mutilated pumpkin, as I was raking leaves in my front yard this morning (and my son also tryed to "sweep" leaves with a toy broom), I contemplated the act of cleaning up the pumpkin at the front of my house. I contemplated the act of cleaning up the pumpkin. Why? It's not a PERSON - but somehow I couldn't bring myself to clean up the pumpkin, leaving it out there as a painful reminder to myself and the whole neighborhood that YES we chose to live in a neighborhood where children destroy pumpkins and steal electronic goods from cars. It made me realize, I AM AN ADULT. Because if I were a prebuscent teen, I would think smashing a pumpkin was funny. Now, what am I going to put on my front stoop as a welcoming pleasing to the eye decoration?

The pics are of the smashed pumpkin, the chair the pumpkin once resided on beside my front stoop, the broom my son tried to help me rake the leaves up with and did you notice that I have quite a bit of raking to do.....check out my backyard!