Talking TORO

I’m a fourth generation real estate broker.  My grandfather, Gen 3, had a newsletter he would send to clients called – drum roll please – RealTORO.  It talked about real estate.  Or rather the “bull” of real estate.  Bull like BS.  I never saw a copy so I can’t be sure.  Which is actually surprising because my mother saves EVERYTHING (more on that later) and we can’t find a copy.  So, my intent for this blog, originally, was to bring back RealTORO – BS about real estate.  But it seemed a little narrow, and frankly a little dull, especially when I thought about the variety of topics that can be blogged about under BS.  So, BS it is.  Talking TORO.

In addition to the real estate thing, I’m a wife, mom to a very busy 2 year old, an 18 year old stepson, 2 dogs, 1 cat and 4 chickens. So I’m sort of a home farmer if you add in the citrus trees that I talk to regularly – laugh if you want, but my blood red orange tree has 2 oranges and my friends tree is dead – and the neighbors goats.  My stepson is horrified that he lives near goats.  He wanted his room soundproofed so he can talk to his friends and not have to admit we’re part redneck.  Of course, now that he’s ticked off all his “friends”  we don’t hear much about soundproofing his room.  Though with the amount of video game playing he does I was starting to like the idea of soundproofing his room so I don’t have to hear a firing range in the next room followed by expletives every time he gets killed.  He wears headphones now so I just hear the rapid fire tapping of the keyboard.  And the expletives.  I have never heard such a loud keyboard.  Ever.

So now you have a glimpse of who is Talking Toro here.  And you understand why you may not see regular or frequent posts.  I’m probably out chasing chickens.