Well, it's not entirely crazy. I get emails from a local real estate forum when homes in my stated price range come into the MRIS. They started before I bought my home and I let them continue because, well, I have real estate mogul aspirations. ;)

A couple properties in today's email really caught my eye. They are nearby (my ideal location), relatively cheap (one is a foreclosure) and while one I'd drool just over the idea of moving in there, the purpose for buying them would be to rent them out. The mortgages would be less than what going market rate would be for rent.

It's so tempting to buy the foreclosure. The foreclosure process, if anything like the short sale process I went through for my current home, will take a few months which would let me bank some funds and search for tenants.

The crazy part is that I really don't have any extra money in my budget these days. I am not sure how I would buy the property, much less make the mortgage payments if I can't find renters in time/pick really sucky renters.

It's totally going to happen though. My plan is to buy a second property by the end of the year.

Years ago, when I lived in Austin, I discovered the fantastic brand, "Women in Motion." It was created by a local woman (my favorite kind of business from which to buy) and had support where women need it most - inner thighs, lower belly, across the sacrum. The pants were additionally created so there wasn't a seam in the middle of the crotch - which is not at all a comfortable seam location for women!

No joke, I've own 3 pairs of black workout pants from Women in Motion for over six years and have worn them constantly. Aside from minor fading of the black, they show ZERO wear and tear. All stitching is intact, there is no pilling and the supportive lycra is just as supportive now as it was six years ago.

Hands down, these are the BEST workout pants that I've ever worn. I went looking today to find where I could get more of them and couldn't find a website for them. I found this story about "Mothers in Motion" and after changing my search terms from Beth to Bess, I found the trademarks - Women in Motion and Mothers in Motion - had been canceled. I guess there is no greater sign that a company is out of business. How very sad.

I am sad that the company is gone, yes, for my own selfishness of wanting more products. I am also sad because I have no idea what happened to this company. I really hope that things ended on a positive note and the company stopped existing so its creator could joyfully move on to greater things for herself.

In the meantime, I am continue on loving my "Women in Motion" pants and will take to stalking eBay for whenever the clothes come up. I can't imagine why anyone would sell their Women in Motion clothes when they were so well-made and hold up to the test of time but oh, now I am hoping that people will (and in my size, too!).

It's a good day for wishes. This past week at work (generally I work from Sunday-Wednesday, so this really is the end of my work week), I have been meditating on my intentions for the year. I know the word of the year, I know my goals.

I had a couple massages this week where I did chakra work and in meditating on the third chakra (my favorite) with both clients, I thought specifically about my will and what I was putting out to the universe this year.

This is who I am, this is who I am becoming, make way, make way. It is all things honoring my true nature, being my authentic self, and feeding my hunger.

I wish to feed the hunger of my body and run daily. In all truth, it is nothing to do with health or weight loss, it is the answer to the cries of my soccer/dance/basketball legs, the arms that wish to pump, the sweat that is waiting to be set free.

I have long and short term goals for this. In the long term, in early 2012, my bff and I will run a half-marathon at Disney. This is basis for my short term goals. To encourage my ADHD-wandering self to stay put, I've subscribed to a running magazine so I have monthly reminders of what I'm doing. I have been wanting to be a runner for years, so much so that my CCSF laughed when I told her my resolution for the year was to run, and asked if that wasn't my goal for 2010 as well. It was, and I had gotten to the point, in my sporadic training to get to two minute intervals. While it is better than what I could do in 2009, I will get way beyond that in 2011. Running is what I do. My first short term goal is to run a solid mile by the end of February. I'm on it!

It is again past midnight and here I sit with my MacBook. This day from which I am reluctant to depart was Halloween or Samhain, which I really, really would like to write as Sowen. (In reverse of Wednesday, where I only pronounce each syllable as I write it, I would like to write the holiday as it is pronounced.)

This Wednesday past, the Wishcasting question was, "What do you wish to shed?" I could not answer it then as shedding has been something on my mind for days.

Related, Ramit Sethi asked not too long ago, "What are the invisible scripts that guide your life?" Alternatively, what scripts do you see your friends follow, should one be unable to see their own scripts.

In the meantime, every time I go to my parents' house, I bring home at least another box or bag of Stuff. I am not sure from where my mother is unearthing these things. The other day I threw out a harvest collage that my brother did when he was eight. Saturday, I washed the plastic fruit "ice cubes" that a boss had given me back in 2000, and put them in the freezer.

Mothers, teachers, friends, rumors at school ... the invisible scripts that guide us come from such unexpected places. My mother would be horrified if she knew her casual words had caused me pain for several years before I was able to place them into context and let that script go. She would mean me no harm. All the same, I can only shake my head. I grew up hearing from all the women in my family, my mom, grandmothers, aunts, cousins, sister all these things about boys and men.

Things like -
"boys don't make passes at girls who wear glasses" (I've worn glasses since I was four.)
"boys only like skinny girls."

There are two great loves of my life, thus far. (There's also a guy who I know I have a past-life connection to, alas I never determined that though I lost over $800 in dating him; fools and sheltered, naive girls are both soon parted with their money. Anyway, that's not this story.)

The first is Devin, my ex-fiance. Long story short, my sole venture into polyamory failed as while Devin and I could make it work, his wife could not. We succeed at friendship after a few years for time to heal, and by keeping get-togethers few and far between. He is my steady heartbeat so this post is not as much about him.

The second is Chris, my ex-boyfriend. Long story short, he fails at communication and I fail at relishing particular things that are important to him. We are still in the painful, fumbling stage at forming a friendship. I know it will happen though, it simply must.

With each of them, we had a long, wonderful first date. Conversation was always easy, those first kisses were mind-blowing and the sexual chemistry was intense from the start.

They are both double Aries -- Devin with it as Sun and Rising, Chris with it Sun and Moon. And I, I am a Cancer Sun with a Pisces Moon and an astrological chart that is water heavy and light on fire. Which basically means that I feel ... everything, and deeply, and that I appear to have a death-wish attraction to fire signs.

With losing each of them, it was like there was this gaping hole in my chest, in my heart. This is something I wrote after the first time Chris and I broke up, I call it Love-Lies-Bleeding:

Sitting at the bagel shop, my lunch on the table before me, my head leaned back against the booth, my focus is on my heartbeat.

Today's question has been the easiest one ever to answer that I've seen. I had no answer to the one from last week.

The one area I wish to grow my confidence is at work. Which is weird because I refer to myself as a rockstar at work all the time. I lose all that though in the face-to-face time with my client, feeling the external pressure to sell them a series, some retail products and needing to get their next treatment booked. I dread that moment of walking them out front and chatting with them through the check-out process. I hate the whole thing. I just don't feel like massage should be treated like that.

I love where I work, who I work for, my coworkers ... everything but putting pressure on my clients to do anything after they have had a relaxing treatment with me.

But it's something I need to do, both to keep my bosses happy with me and to improve my paychecks. When I do it, because I don't like it, because I know that it's not an area I excel in (where A leads to B...), I tend to lose my English. English is my only language but I will fumble with words as if I just learned them all last week. This used to happen all the time when I was shy. These days, it usually only happens when I'm anxious, which like shyness, evaporates with confidence.

People lose faith in my rockstar abilities when I can't coherently communicate with them. Which definitely doesn't help with trying to get them to return.

So without further ado, I wish for the confidence to sell products and subsequent treatments to my current and future clients. I hold in faith that with each successful prebook/retail sale/series sale, it will get easier and eventually become second nature.

To give myself a boost, here's another question from Jamie: How would you complete the sentence, “I felt most powerful when…”?

What I wished as I did my house-blessing last month was "peace, love, joy, success." Yes, I have my own space now, which is why I hadn't had time for another wishcasting until now. :)

Now, under the full September moon, I will take a double-dose of joy to replace all the negativity that I seem to be swimming in, especially at work. I will take a pocket-full of ease so that when I again run into a wall or a slammed door or some other sort of obstacle in my path, I can grab a pinch of ease, throw it on the obstacle, wag my magic fingers and let it yield/open/get out of my way.

I'd also like an abundance of mind-blowing sex. If there's romantic love, there should be sex. And if I am having an abundance of love, there's got to be some romance in there somewhere. That's just how I roll. ;) Plus, this gives me a nice number of items to have in abundance - seven.

So, all officially now, I wish for an abundance of peace, love, joy, success, ease, more joy and mind-blowing sex.

While I am all about some Wishcasting, I am also about some Cleavage, so here are my BGDs for today:

• I brag that when I have been watched while doing so lately, I parallel park like I've been doing it since birth.
• I brag that my nieces love me best. They do not articular their feelings much, but when I missed a recent event, the next time I saw them, I was pretty wearing both them for the duration. I can't wait to take them to Paris when the younger one hits 16! (Which will be in about 12 years!)
  

Oh, what a question to answer for my first Wishcasting Wednesday.

First, I wish to have my space. I am presently waiting for a certain bank, whose pants surely must be on fire by now, to send a lien release to the county records office and title company so that I can finally close on the real estate purchase for which I was originally supposed to close on 5 May. The release was to arrive on Monday, it is still not there. I suppose it was sent on a snail as the bank insists that they really did send it. Anyway, I am wishing, still, for closing and to have my own space.

Once I have my space, I wish for my space:
- To have room for all my things.
- To feel comfortable and welcoming.
- To nourish my soul.
- To let me practice massage from my heart.
- To be where I do yoga fully united mind+body+soul.
- To be where I can breathe deep, and finally exhale.

Note: yes, it's my first real post here and it's my first Wishcasting post at the same time! I promise it's far from my last post and you'll find out more about me as time goes on. :)

PS, related, yet not, because it is 26 May, I just have to say that I also wish my dad a happy birthday! :)

PS2, um, because I am sort of new at this whole DIY website thing, if you can't comment or can't register or have major issues with this post or site, send me an email and I'll try to fix it when I get home from work (roughly 10PM EDT).

Here's another one. And then I will go find where I change the names of urls to what I want them to be.

I am doing that annoying thing and posting a blog post, simply to see what happens when I do so.