First of all, why does Sheree, who is a working at the day rate as an FOH, even have a blog? Apparently, she doesn’t have anyone who has more education than one gets on a Speak N Spell look over her blog before turning it in. Or else they got tired of fixing all the subject verb agreement issues and just gave up. At any rate, you can practically see the spittle spraying as she angrily types her blog this week.
I knew she would be intimidated by my return.
BWAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHA! Really? Is she intimated by your money? Your apartment?Your education? Your rapidly aging old man face? Your fashion sense? Your class? You have no merits at all!
However, I did not realize that she would act so desperately! It only makes sense that you would come for me after all — I am the veteran, the OG.
Dear God I am going to love this woman’s delusions this season. I hear that Kenya finds her so pitiable later in the season she tolerates her presence in the way one does any person critically low functioning intellect.
Isn’t this the same girl that screams, “Don’t come for me unless I send for you?” Well, I don’t recall sending for that package. Truth be told, what Kenya thinks about me is none of my business.
Um, see that statement is about you coming for… oh nevermind.
However, let’s be clear on a few things… Let me first welcome you, Kenya, to “MY neighborhood”! I’ve been in “the neighborhood” for fifteen years and counting.
I’m pretty sure you haven’t even lived in the same county in the past couple of years. And before that you were in a condo with a big space where apparently the (repossessed?) Rent to Own TV was supposed to be and living on air mattresses on the floor and eating generic cheese slices on white bread. Counting is clearly not your forte either.
Not sure what so-called “neighbors” Kenya spoke to about me, but what she should have discussed with them was the house she purchased that everyone in “the neighborhood” knows to steer clear of! Now as a smart business woman, instead of being all up in someone else’s business, she should have inquired about the home she purchased in the flood plain. She should have asked the so-called neighbors, “Is my house really sinking off the back hill?
See, when it rains water collects on the low flat lying areas. You know. Like where you live. Kenya’s house is on a hill, so the “ditch” or valleys below the hill channel all the water off to….well your house.
What should I do about this cracked foundation? How long has all of this mold been here? It’s everywhere! How many floods can and have this house sustained? Should I keep scuba gear on deck? Why have there been so many buyers in the last year or two? Should I just start from scratch and tear this down? How will my guest get down my driveway without injuring themselves? Should I take Shereè some cookies? I heard she likes chocolate chip cookies!” I could go on, but no need, I’m sure you get the point. There are so many other questions or conversations that should have been had with the so-called “neighbors”! Girl, bye.
None of these are questions for neighbors. Clearly, you don’t have much experience with neighbors.
As a woman who took on an enormous project with my family and clearly got in way over my head, I would have thought that this is the one thing that we would have in common as two women delving into major construction projects and that we could possibly learn from our mistakes, help support and guide each other, and share our hiccups and mishaps so the other could possibly avoid them. What was I thinking about with this one? Silly me!
Um no one wants your advice on home renovation. NO. ONE.
And then, she ends her bizarre rant with
#ChateauSheree vs #MoldManor
And then there is Kenya, who is comparatively sane and literate.
In real estate, location is everything. Buckhead is the Beverly Hills of the South. It’s always financially sound to buy a distressed property in the best neighborhood. The future Moore Manor was stripped to the studs and is approximately 7,000 square feet of modern architecture, which is rare in Buckhead. It was a blank canvas for me to finish with my own vision. I live for all things HGTV, and I’m no stranger to power tools!
I personally have always seen homes as investments. I purchased a home with cash below my means so that I can also afford to complete the renovations and maintain for less than I’m paying in rent now. Not to mention the instant equity.
Unfortunately, the time when real estate was a good investment has passed, and there is no guarantee you will get all that mythological “instant equity” on the way out.
Now, I don’t count someone else’s money. However, Sheree chose to purchase an existing home and tear it down to then build a custom 16,000+ square foot mansion with cash — and that’s her business. With that said, it becomes the City of Atlanta’s business when the build takes over four years, making it an eye sore for the neighbors and a nuisance by bringing property values down.
When I stated the obvious ongoing issues, Sheree took to unnecessary jabs at my home. Things escalated from there because I touched on a sensitive subject. We are both strong women and prideful. I could have taken the high road and simply offered to start a Kickstarter campaign for her to finish building her house. Sheree came for me…what did you expect from Twirl?
See, Sheree didn’t pay cash for her home, she had to run the whole deal through her mother’s finances. Oh, unless you are talking about the time she bought it for a dollar. That she might have paid in quarters. Or when she sold it to her daughter. Or when her daughter sold it to a shell LLC.
At any rate, I’m looking to Moore Manor being completed sometime in 2016 and Chateau Sheree well, it truly is Neverland.