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Are you sure we aren't related somehow?

I bought 40 acres in northern AZ (30 minutes south of the Grand Canyon, 45 minutes northwest of Flagstaff) when I was 25. I have a pick up truck that will be paid off in a year and it only has 31000 miles on it. The other car is paid off. We stretched ourselves on the farmhouse compound, but the rates are good and fixed.

 

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"then BrowningBAR will be owning beach front property. Cool!"
--That's funny that you mention that. We named the property "Arizona Bay". A poke at when Cali slides into the ocean (Both the band "Tool" and Bill Hicks reference the term Arizona Bay), but it is just as applicable for when the oceans rise up and swallow everything.

 

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That's the great thing about trucks, they never really go out of style and always maintain their usefulness. I plan on doing the same thing. I'll just throw a new engine in it when it's needed in 10 years.

The land is good. The price hasn't shot up all that much, but that doesn't worry me one bit. Mostly that means the idiots with Big Ideas haven't found the place, yet (They found Sedona, though). There is talk of build a town in the area to alleviate traffic/pollution in the Grand Canyon area. Something about shuttling in the visitor via electric powered buses, or something warm and fuzzy like that.

I figured I need about two more years before I can build anything on it. I'm doing some renovations to the Farmhouse over the next two years, so that takes priority.

Right now I have a contractor over here jacking up some of the foundation to level out the flooring in the living room. Man, really old house are freakin' cool! The first floor support beams are these gigantic hand-carved wood beams that are about 10-12 inches wide and about 8 inches deep. It's like the floor is sitting on 10 full grown trees.

 

[BrowningBAR]

Hold on. I thought you split from the g-friend?

 

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You're just becoming a big old, romantic softy in your advanced age.

 

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Only 200 years old? Modern conveniences if you ask me. I'm sitting in the portion of the house that used to be the Summer Kitchen. 266 years old.

My wife kind of grew up the same way. She lived in her grandparent’s house that housed her grandparents, mother, two aunts and an uncle. The house had no heating on the second floor and a dirt basement. But they did have indoor plumbing, so you got her beat on that one.

 

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Not sure if the cat will eat them. But at this point I'm happy my cat is eating anything. She got lead poisoning from the renovations we are doing and it has been two weeks of vet visits, poison control, IV fluids, vomiting, and ugly Vet bills.

 

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I'd also have to fill her up with some date rape drugs to mimic the Chinese toys. To top it off I'll include a manual written in broken Chinese.