Home Sweet Motorhome

Hey y’all!  So, the last time I posted, it was a piece my husband wrote about scammers on Facebook Marketplace falsely advertising top-notch motorhomes and RV’s for ridiculously low pricing. 

Today, I’m writing because we finally made it happen.  Yes, we bought our motorhome!

This week has been so anxiety driven and action packed, I’m simply glad we were able to accomplish the enormous task. 

Hubby and I have been scouring Facebook Marketplace for what feels like months.  I swear to y’all, I was checking the site 5, 6, 7 times a day just to see if anything new had been added, and I was rechecking motorhomes and RV’s which we’d already read over deciding not to inquire.  Well, last week, hubby found this one, a 24ft with 2 sleeping areas. 

So, through the weekend I enquired with the seller, first making sure it was still available, exchanging numbers for better communication, and finally, arranging it so that we had a ride to go and look at the motorhome. 

On Monday, my dad and his wife agreed to take my husband, daughter, and myself to go and look at it; just under an hour to get there, and the same to get back.  The motorhome looked just as it did in its pictures, the interior is needing some work, but no more than we can handle, and my husband started it up.  It cranked over like a beast on the first try. 

On Tuesday, the guy selling it was nice enough to help us out a little further, and personally drove the motorhome to us though Hurricane Ida was making her way through.  I was browning some ground beef to make chili when I happened to look out our kitchen windows and saw our motorhome drive by on the next road over from ours. 

The only detail I don’t like about the motorhome interior is its carpet.  I hate carpet.  I hate carpet.  Did I mention, I hate carpet?

On Wednesday, after I finished with my scheduled classes for the morning, my husband and I tackled face first into the next project… ripping the carpet out.  We spent that afternoon and Thursday afternoon ripping carpet out and removing the trash accumulated and left behind by previous owners. 

Sorry, it’s not the best, clearest photo of the carpet before I tore it up, but you get the idea that it had to go.

On Friday, I admit I didn’t do anything with our motorhome.  Instead, I taught 3 scheduled classes, took a nice long nap, and then proceeded to do very little through the rest of the day.  Everyone needs a day off from working and I was more than exhausted. 

Same general area as previous photo, but after I ripped the carpeting out. We’re going to put down water resistant wood laminate.

I’m hopeful that next week we’ll be able to get it properly tagged and titled as well as install new flooring in it.  Once the new flooring is in, I can properly scrub everything inside, from top to bottom, then proceed with the details of minimizing our belongings.  We’re not hoarders, but we do have a lot of things, most of it being in the media department.

I said we had a lot of books.

So, everything has been a process, but we’re getting there… one day at a time.  I know it’ll all be worth it once we’re moved in and settled. 

As always, thanks for reading y’all!

Troy Talks: Health Watch 1

My wife and I have been perusing the motorhomes available in our area on Facebook Marketplace. We wish to take our only child around this vast, panoramic country to provide her with some on-the-spot experiences before she has to take on the world by herself. We all know there are scam artists in this world, people who feel the only way for them to accomplish their own dreams is to step on someone else. Several of these people, for there are many out there, choose to prey on the unwary buyer on Facebook Marketplace.

Finding a 1995 Dolphin Motorhome for sale for two thousand dollars is not necessarily a scam. When it is in the condition of this one, it probably is.

After contacting the email, my wife talked with the woman selling it, a lady in the military, who said that she was away from home for medical, military training purposes. She told my wife over the phone (via email) that her son had died at eighteen in a bike accident, and she was selling the motorhome for two thousand dollars due to the sad feelings she felt toward the passing of her son. We only had to purchase four BestBuy cards and load each with five hundred dollars. Then, eBay would step in, protecting both the buyer and seller from fraud. The seller would then ship us the motorhome, which was in storage in California due to her being away for training. After the motorhome was delivered, eBay would release the money to her.

As my wife and I have been searching for the perfect motorhome for our family for a long time, we did not see the scam. I am sorry to say that we almost believed the woman’s sad story about her son. We didn’t have any knowledge of people scamming others in this fashion and it wasn’t until we went to purchase the BestBuy cards that a clerk mentioned it might be a scam. This got me thinking about the old adage- If it seems to good to be true, it probably is.

When we got home, my wife and I, each with our own laptops, dug into the information we already had, as well as look up the relationship with BestBuy cards and eBay, which the woman selling the motorhome assured us was involved. She even gave us a phone number to contact eBay. When I talked with the guy on the phone, who spoke with a thick accent, he assured me it was legal and the safest way to protect both the seller and the buyer. Yet, when I looked up the association of BestBuy cards to eBay, the number to eBay was different from the number the seller gave me, and eBay told me they didn’t have anything to do with purchasing vehicles on Facebook Marketplace through BestBuy cards.

Though my wife and I didn’t actually get taken for two thousand dollars this time, due to a friendly warning and some quick thinking on our part, there are many out there who do fall for this type of scam. Beware of something that might be too good to be true.

Another example of this scam, to provide a sense of comparison, is this 2003 Fleetwood Tioga. As you can see from the picture, it is far too nice to be sold for two thousand dollars.

Seller’s Description- I don’t answer at chat, please contact me by email: (emailaddress@gmail. com) 2003 Fleetwood Tioga 23E- Price $2000. The price is $2000. I always kept it in garage, no rust, no dents, original paint, no accidents and clean title without any liens or encumbrances. Excellent condition. It is non-smoker, non-pets in this car. It was just serviced 3 days ago, new tires, tags up to date, etc.

You can also see the message is eerily similar to the first. If you were to contact them, they would probably tell you a sad story about one of their family members passing away, which is why they are now selling such a magnificent camper for such a low price.

There is no way, unless this person is the kindest person in the world, that this class C camper is for sale for two thousand dollars. The first warning to these scams is the email address. It clearly states that you are not supposed to use email addresses, telephone numbers, or personal information. The second, when and if you do contact the seller, is the seller does not ‘answer to chat’. A third, which sometimes shows up at the bottom of the description, is this statement. “This seller has turned on vacation mode and is currently not accepting orders or receiving messages.” Remember to check out everything. Too many people fall for these simple scams and the world is not better for it. Be wary and be wise. Stay safe.

Merry Christmas Eve Eve

Good morning y’all!

I know, I know.  I’ve neglected to write anything in quite some time.  I’m almost ashamed I haven’t written, but I’ve been going through a lot of things, dealing with a lot of things, and as a result, overcoming a lot of things.  Going into drastic details would take up entirely too much time and probably bore everyone who reads this to death, or at the least, put everyone to sleep.  I don’t want to do that.  I’ll just say, every step forward is an accomplishment and it’s healing.

Normally, this enchanting time of the year is frustrating, what with commercial Christmas things lining retail and grocery store shelves before Halloween stuff goes out, memories of loved ones passing surfacing my mind, budget worry, as well as work related efforts stressing my mental health to the max.  This year, all that changed because I’m in a place of my own, just my husband, daughter, and myself.  My reputation as a VIPKid teacher has finally been established causing my confidence level to skyrocket through the roof and I’m so incredibly proud of myself for that!  In addition, my spending budget is leveling out comfortably.  What’s been bothering me is my anxiety.

My mental health is fabricating things my conscious mind knows I should not be worrying about.  A couple weeks ago, I walked, well, paced my way through an anxiety attack, yet I have no idea why I was having an anxiety attack.  All I can guesstimate is things in my life are turning around and I’m wondering, ‘what’s the catch?’  You know?  I wasn’t thinking about the bad things, because I’ve been too busy moving forward, preparing for all the stuff I want to do in the new year.  I wasn’t thinking about my husband parents who passed during this time in 2007.  I was merely sitting on our couch, doing nothing.  I can only conclude it’s because I wasn’t doing anything.  I wasn’t occupying my thoughts, so because I wasn’t occupying my thoughts, I was noticing every internal feeling in my body, and because I haven’t been to see a doctor in so long, thanks to lack of health insurance, I mentally panicked.

Well, I fixed that.  I walked my anxiety off and moved forward.  One of the many things I’ve been blessed with this year, since moving into my own place, is I finally have health insurance again.  So, having this, I made a call and scheduled myself an appointment for after the first of the year.  I’m not worried there’s something wrong with me, I’m worried because I haven’t seen a doctor in a few years.  Like five years, to be exact.

Well, enough of that news.  Moving on…

The new year is quickly approaching, but unlike 2019, 2018, 2017, and 2016, I’m preparing and I’m ready.  This year, I’ve made a new year’s resolution I can actually keep.  In detail, I have my 2020 calendar year written and ready to fill with class bookings and writing schedules.  I have a plan, in writing, to work on my manuscript and have it completed within a few months, and this includes rewriting some of the material which I noticed in rereading it, still needs work.  I realized, last year, I wrote with a lot of hate.  This year, I’m transforming all the hate into experience and lessons.  After all, it’s why I chose a career in writing.  I have so much life experience to share, but I need to leave the hate out because it doesn’t do any good to hate.  Hate only makes a person mean.

I’m also going to post on my blog much more.  At least once a month.  I’ve gained so many followers since starting my blog and with saying this, I want to thank each and every one for choosing to follow my blog.  I am so thankful for every one of you because your follows are proof that I can express myself in writing and you enjoy reading it.  I only wish my parents understood my reason for what I write, but I also accept the fact they will probably never understand my purpose.

Well, having said all this, I’m closing out for now, until next year.  Can you believe it?  Next Monday is the last day of 2019!  Where did the year go?  It went like every year before it has- good and bad, with obstacles and accomplishments, with struggles and lessons, and I met and made some new friends thanks to all of it.  I am truly blessed!

From me and my family to you and yours, I want to wish everyone a Merry Christmas, a Happy Hanukkah, and a Feliz Navidad.  If I left one out, please, leave me a comment so I can wish you yours as well because I don’t want to leave anyone out.  Educate me on how you celebrate your holiday traditions.

In closing, thank you for reading!  Love to everyone this holiday season!

Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes…

I’ve met my fair share of needy people.  Now, I’m not talking about people that need things like food to eat or a roof over their head, or clothes, I’m talking about needy, clingy, I wave to a stranger in a friendly manner and they misread my friendly wave needy.  I’m doing nothing more than waving in acknowledgement, but they acknowledge it as come over anytime and tell me all about your life.  Having encountered so many who are like this, I submitted myself to hermitage.  Keeping to myself to the point I wouldn’t even go outside.  I withdrew myself from the likes of society.

This has changed.

My husband and I moved into our own place, but we do have neighbors closer in distance to us than the last place we lived.  I didn’t really think about how close our neighbors are as we were moving in, but I swore to myself I wouldn’t walk down that path of friendliness again.  I enjoy having friends, but I also enjoy spending time alone because that’s when I can dive into my creative thoughts uninterrupted.  I lose myself in sketching or writing, or reading a really good book, whichever direction my thoughts take me at that particular moment.  These are my favorite pastimes, but not everyone accepts this, and most of the time it’s because they don’t understand it.  I don’t expect others to understand my creative fulfillment, but I do expect them to accept that art is who I am.  It’s what makes me who I am.  I accept others for who they are and what they do, but I also expect the same in return.  In other words, if you don’t understand it, don’t criticize me for it, allow me to either educate you or leave me alone.

On an evening, within a week after my family and I moved into our new place, we experienced a ‘tiny’ ant problem around our kitchen sink.  I noticed our landlord was across the road, on our neighbor’s porch visiting and in conversation, so I sent my husband over to inquire on some bug spray of some sort.  They didn’t have any bug spray, but they did offer us another solution which helped put an end to our ‘tiny’ ant problem, and because my husband went over to inquire, he also met our neighbors.  My husband is an old ‘hippie’ and he’ll be the first one to tell you this about himself, so he’s able to feel others out.  Not in the touchy-feely sort of way, but he can read them like characters in a book.  After cleaning up our ant problem, we finished cleaning the kitchen from dinner, and then my husband convinced me to go with him to return the borrowed ant killing solution.  As hesitant as I am on a regular basis, I allowed myself this neighborly meet and greet.  I’m glad I did this because in meeting our neighbors, rather than avoiding them like I normally do, I stepped outside my comfort zone, allowing myself a change in socialization.  Before this, I practically closed myself off from the rest of the world because of a handful of people I chose to allow to take advantage of me.

In meeting our neighbors, I did some soul searching, seeking advice from my inner self, and following my intuition.  I have to follow my heart.  By following my heart, I have to accept that I’ve made mistakes in my past, allowing people to practically walk all over me in a figurative manner.  By following my heart, I’m following my husband, trusting that he, who has years of experience before me, can read a person enough to sense whether they’re genuine or pretending to be something or someone they aren’t.  There are too many fake people in this world, but I can’t continue judging others according to those I’ve already met and distrust.

This isn’t the only thing changing in my life either.  I’m changing as an individual person as well.  No longer hesitating to ask about things I’m curious about.  No longer fearing I might offend someone.  No longer worrying about being misjudged or judged for my sometimes eclectic personality.  I admit, sometimes I ask questions that really shock a person, but I don’t expect my questions to be answered.  I’ll be the first one to tell you, if it’s too personal, tell me, don’t feed me a line of lies because my question crossed the line.  Tell me I’ve crossed a line.  As a mature woman, I will understand.  In return, ask me anything, if it’s none of your business, I’ll tell you.

It’s been so long since I’ve surrounded myself with real people, it’s quite refreshing.  I feel renewed hope and real connections.  My husband and I were visiting with our neighbors the other night when the idea to write this blog surfaced my thoughts.  Instantly, I was asking for a piece of paper and a pen or pencil to write.  They offered up both without question and even as I proceeded to spend a good 15 to 20 minutes writing out my thoughts, neither of them questioned me or criticized me for taking the moment to write what I had on my mind.

Changes.

Good and bad, changes come in all shapes, sizes, and levels of importance.  Throughout the last two months, the changes have come as expected and completely unexpected.  Moving.  Exploring an unknown destination at the most inconvenient time thanks to an error in GPS.  Adjusting, planning, and anything else I’ve encountered but am unable to list, the changes have proven to be for the best.  I didn’t understand them at the time, but because they occurred, I had to change, to become a better person.  Each experience is a lesson.  I had to learn that I’m going to be okay, that things are going to be okay, that we are going to be okay.  Most importantly, there are still good people out there, I just have to listen more closely, and follow my heart.

‘Take Me Out To The Ball Game…’

Hey y’all!

I don’t get out of my house much, but over the years I’ve come to prefer it that way…for the most part.  When I do go out, it’s to take my daughter to gymnastics or to a doctor’s appointment.  Occasionally, something bigger comes along.

For example, I just went to my first ever, Major League Baseball game.  The Atlanta Braves were playing against the Pittsburgh Pirates at Suntrust Field in Marietta, Georgia.

My dad bought tickets to go with a couple of his guy friends, but at the last minute they both had to back out.  Guess who went with dad instead.

What an experience!  I don’t usually watch baseball, but then again, there was a time when I didn’t watch racing or football.  Now I’m watching and following both college and professional football and I’ve been to Talladega Motor Speedway two years in a row.  Baseball might have a chance.

We didn’t get any autographs, I didn’t catch any foul balls, hubby and I weren’t caught on the KissCam, and none of us were caught camera time, but I certainly enjoyed watching others dance, react, and rock out during their 2-3 seconds of game fame.  Chipper Jones himself was caught in the stands, on camera, during the game.  The kids were so adorable showing off their dance moves and jamming out, and a couple at the game got engaged!

All the action happened in the second inning.  Four home runs, in a row, by the Atlanta Braves!  Our batters were on fire!

Then the real action came in sometime between the bottom of the 8th and the top of the 9th inning.  The weather was clear all day, then the sun went down, and the rain came in.  Everyone in ‘foul ball’ territory came in under the eaves where we sat, dry, to finish the game.  The weather decided for us.  When the fielders got to work covering the infield, we figured the game was called.  Now we walk.

It looked like a steady rain from the stands.  It wasn’t.  We walked all the way back to the car in torrential downpour.  We were soaked!  Dad drove home shirtless because his shirt looked like it came out of a loaded washing machine.  Hubby rode home shirtless for the same reason.  The rain was coming down so hard and in thick sheets, it made traffic crazy for lack of visual ability.  You couldn’t tell one lane from another.

Thankfully, my dad is a retired truck driver.  He’s driven in weather conditions not deemed safe by other members of the public transportation system.  Sometimes I don’t give him enough credit for his driving, other times I remind him he’s not my age anymore.  However, the lesson is we never lose our ‘niche’, no matter how old we become.  It’s always there, always with us.  My dad is a professional driver.  Who better to navigate traffic in treacherous weather?

Thanks, y’all.

As always, thank you for reading and thank you for your support.

Monday of Mondays

Hey y’all!  I don’t know about you, but today feels like the Monday of all Mondays.  I was halfway through my shower this morning when I remembered that it is Monday which means my daughter had school.

Where did the weekend go?  One day it was here, and the next, it’s gone and now here we have Monday.  Normally, daylight savings time doesn’t affect me.  One year, I set my alarm for the time change, waking up just so I could experience gaining the hour back.  This year I experienced losing that hour.  It was strange to watch and witness the time on my personal computer flip from 1:59am to 3:00am.  One thing is for sure, thanks to daylight savings time, I’ll never forget my first VIPKid class.

Though I’m tired, I can’t complain about the work pile.  I literally ‘paced’ my way through first class Math, drank a fresh cup of dark roast coffee for the caffeinated perk during English/Language Arts, and I still yawned my way through Science and Social Studies.  It felt like the longest day of school ever, but because of my weekend turn out, it’s worth it.

I keep thinking about the class I taught and the student I was working with.  She wore a deep purple, long-sleeved shirt, and just before I began class, she was eating a banana while the guy, appearing to be her dad, was trying to work the kinks out of their end of the virtual classroom.  Their background noise was fascinating.  I didn’t understand anything I was hearing, but I was next to tears, embracing the biggest opportunity of my lifetime, working with authentic ethnicity.  I’m eager to teach my next class/student!

The only work I did manage to find the motivation and energy for was completing my 5-star reward system.  I hot glued the magnets on this evening, after dinner, so I can use it this weekend.

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Thanks for reading y’all!

Weekend Fulfilled

 

Hey y’all!  How is your weekend kicking off?  Did you remember to reset your clocks before you went to bed Saturday night, for daylight savings time?

 

I had my fingers crossed to book classes for Friday night into Saturday morning, but then our internet was in and out, so I used the time instead to work on other things.  I can’t rely on the internet connection for teaching purposes, but a choppy internet connection gives me enough access to play with clip-art images, to print out classroom props.

 

I don’t go out anymore.  Not like I used to.  Once a week is my average unless there’s other business to do—like a doctor appointment.  Well, I went out with the family for dinner, at my dad’s request because he wanted to get out of the house.  My husband had prescriptions to pick up, so we took care of it all at once, stopping in at the Walmart after for his meds in addition to razor blades, drinking straws, and some after dinner donuts.  Normally I avoid the Walmart but went this time because it’s literally ‘right there’.

I hate shopping in-store, but this in-store experience wasn’t horrible.  My husband even chose to use the self-checkout line to cash our order out.  I personally hate self-checkouts, but I didn’t say anything… I just stood back and watched.

 

I made my way from Friday night into Saturday morning without much issue.  I didn’t book any short notice classes, but I did use the time to prepare for when I would, waiting until the wee hours of the early morning before crawling into bed.  About the time I would have finished submitting the after-class feedback.

Saturday night into Sunday morning is a different story.  Not only did Daylight Savings Time start at 2am, I booked to teach a class at 3am.  China doesn’t observe Daylight Savings Time like the United States, so it didn’t make a difference on their end.  On my end, I’m pulling an all-nighter.

Teaching my first class…OMG!  I was nervous, anxious, shocked, and I got a little teary-eyed too.  I didn’t physically cry, but the opportunity to visit China, and observe the Chinese culture through the life of a child I’m teaching how to speak English, was nearly breathtaking.  I was nervous because I’ve never physically taught a class, or someone who wasn’t my child, but I’m so happy I did.  My first class didn’t go as smooth as I imagined it would, and many say it never does as my student was experiencing ‘screen freezing’, but we made it through the lesson, and she pronounced everything perfectly.  I gave her 5 stars!

Now it’s time to close this out.

Y’all enjoy the rest of your weekend!

Thanks for reading!

“Happy Dance!”

This week is definitely improving compared to what last week was like.  Not only did my daughter do very well in school today passing both quizzes and redoing a misunderstood assignment from a couple weeks ago, but I finally spoke with the publisher this afternoon.  I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to call him, or if he was going to call me, but when he hadn’t called 10-minutes after the time, I called him–and he answered!

It was such a nice conversation.  It was full of information and he answered all my questions!  My head is still ‘buzzing’ with all the new-found knowledge!

So, what is my next step?  Well, the only direction to go is up.  From here on out, Monday through Friday, I’ll be creating, writing, revising, editing, and polishing until June when I’ll submit my finished manuscript to Page Publishing.  Then I’ll figure out what I’m doing from there.  For now, I have an official deadline.  He told me he’d call me in another month to see how I’m doing, and find out how my manuscript is coming.  I literally heard him typing this into his computer, so he’s serious, and I’m excited!

This is a whole new experience for me, but I’m not afraid anymore.  I know I can write.  Friends and family tell me this all the time.  Well, not all the time, but often enough I should start believing them.  I need to believe in myself.

The door to opportunity just opened, so I’m going to take it.  Now, to focus and concentrate!  Happy dance!