Just Listed 2420 River Rd Modesto CA

Just Listed – Small Ranchette Property

Fenced and Crossed Fenced with Large Shop

2420 River Rd, Modesto CA 95358

MLS:17039289PRICE:$340,000.00

Bedrooms: 3 Full Baths: 2
Year Built: 1938 Half Baths: 1
Lot Size: 38333 Sqft: 1513

PROPERTY FEATURES:
Central A/C Central heat Living room
Stove/Oven Basement Laundry area – inside
Yard

OTHER FEATURES:
Small Paddock Barn Fenced and Cross Fenced Large Shop with private 1/2
Office area in Shop Chicken Coup

PROPERTY DESCRIPTION:
Nice Large Lot acreage home., Just under 1 acre gives you plenty of room for your toys and family to play. Large detached garage and shop nearly 1000 sq ft of additional space with 1/2 bath and enclosed office area. . Home features 3 bedroom and 2 baths with just over 1500 sq ft. Property is Fenced and Cross fenced for your animals with a barn.

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Growing up Broken; Learning Not To Run 

My favorite quote is “Turn Your Wounds Into Wisdom ~ O.W.” This comes out of knowing first hand that it’s exhausting to continually run from the pain.     Growing up I had a childhood that wasn’t ideal to say it mildly. I learned at a very young age that “I” was what would get me to the next day. I took that character into adult hood and as I went through my days I worked so hard to make sure “I” made it happen. Not just for me but as I aged for my kids and my husband. It was me that would make it safe and secure because I certainly didn’t trust anyone to have that responsibility. Not with me or the ones I loved and felt the need to protect. If I worked hard enough it would take care of us all. And I did financially and for them I was there emotionally too, but as the authoritarian not as the mothering nurturing role. Yet I was the mother. My husband stayed home with our kids. Again that was out of a sense of fear. Not wanting to be in a position of helplessness and homeless as I was so many times as a child. Always Running from one disaster to another. Waking up not knowing where tomorrow would find me at as a child I was determined to never have those fears and to make sure my children didn’t either. 

     When I hit 50 it became a whirlwind of emotions as I realized how fast the time had gone. How because “I never stopped to smell the Roses” as so many speak of the memories were so faint. The kids are raised and I am exhausted and still broken. The constant running to make sure I had “safe” never really took care of me. It’s like 15 years of abuse as a child came crashing down all around. 

     I have a mother that still today likes to Guilt you into feeling small. Insignificant in so many ways. Her 14 marriages including one to a man that should rought in Hell wasnt enough. Although she finally found one that was more worthy then she probably deserves and she appears to have found happiness. God forbid if anyone else does. 

     My mother raised my sister and I both as we are only 16 months apart. I’m the younger. I sit and wonder how I found it in me to “Run” as I call it. Emancipated at 16 is where my running journey began. I had my GED (required as part of the Imancipation process) so my full time employment started then. Started full time at a restaurant and moved up to manager, turning that position into a company I created to clean the entire chain of restaurants. That’s when I saw that entrepreneurial spirit in me. The harder your work the more you get paid.. you want more, you do more, sell more. Self employment was in my blood. It gave me a way to then again be in control of my security. Or so I thought. Again. Always running. Never slowing down to think, process and inevitably to heal. 

     My sister, she didn’t run, she stayed in the toxic environment and turned to prostitution and drugs. Her entire life starting at about 17. So why me? What gave me that sense to run!! Both from the same cloth, raised the same way.. My answer to that is “I saw God” I know. Your thinking, yeah sure you did. But I did. I was curled up in the corner of my very small bedroom. (The trailer we lived in was 10 ft wide so yes the bedroom was very small) curled up there because the fighting, throwing things and violanance was more then I could bare and I knew if I didn’t run and hide I’d be next.. (Another gem of a husband. I think that was #7) As I cried in that corner begging for another life ( I was 11) I saw a light hovering in front and above me. It was a silhouette of a man with long hair. From that light I heard him say to me, “Follow me, I’ll keep you safe.” From that moment I knew I’d make it out. That man (God) and I had regular conversations, I would get yelled at for talking to myself but I didn’t try to explain I was talking to him. They would never have believed me anyway. 


I tried on so many occasions to get my sister to believe that what I saw and who I hear in my head was real and that if we followed the light and the voice in my head, we would both be ok. I can’t explain how I new what directions to take but I always did. The voice in my head guided me. People would ask me “how did you know that” I would just say, I don’t know, it just came to me. This still happens to me today at times. I just trust it and follow. But what I try to do today is heal me from my past. I’m tired of running.. tired of it’s all on me. If I can help just one person to know that running isn’t the answer, that you yourself are not expected to do it all alone, that trusting those around you, that tearing down those walls will give you a more secure emotional base then that too will help me as I heal myself.  

I want to write a book. I’ll title it “Growing Up Broken”

     What are my biggest accomplishments. I succeeded at? you might ask. I Broke The Cycle.. The Abuse stopped at me. 

My sister unfortunately wasn’t so lucky. She had three kids and all three suffered. All adults now they are working on letting go of their violent and abusive pasts. I keep praying for them to hang on strong and pull hard very hard to shut that door permanently. 

     My next chapter.. only God knows for sure but what I’m sure about is.. I’m no longer running.  

“Gaurded Girl”

This morning in a conversation with a friend she said to me, “Your a Guarded Girl” and please know this to me is not a insult. In fact it’s a reassurance that yes, some of my friends do get who I am and appreciate the fact that with them they’ve found a place in my heart that allowed me to “Let Down My Guard” atleast with that particular person. 

My “Tight Circle” is small and I’m ok with that but it made me think this morning as I sit in my car, Is it small because I’m guarded or is it because some people take no effort to really know who people really are. This thought came to mind because of the person that had a heart to heart talk with me today. A pep talk you could call it. She has known me a shorter amount of time then most of the people around me but yet had me so figured out and loves me for it and who I am. I had to ask myself that question. Why is it so apparent to some yet not to others and the only answer I could find is some people just don’t see anything past what’s on the surface yet others have the special gift to see beyond that. I feel I’m that person too. Someone that looks at someone but sees things others don’t. So is it because people like me have been through so much as our character was being molded that it gave us a ability to see things that are more then skin deep. 

Just thinking out loud (sitting in my car waiting on a appraiser leaves plenty of time to think) 

For those that know me and have taken the time to truly know and understand me I’m forever Greatful for them in my life. They know who they are ❤ for those that are to thin skinned themselves to look deeper, don’t need them anyway. Life is short, love those that love you back, walk away from those that don’t take the time to learn with you.. 

Is age just a number?

You know what the age-old saying is? “Age is just a number” or is it? I will tell you that age when your body is yelling at you because you have not done what it needs you to do feels that age is much more than a number. It is a feeling. It’s a feeling so deeply rooted that until you can sit back and think about how you feel now versus how your felt them you can’t completely understand.

As a very unfit and unhealthy person, the older I got the louder my body was screaming at me. Simple things like 2 beers made me so sick I would spend the night and entire next day recovering from what seemed to be a hangover but realizing now it was a sugar high and then crash as my pancreas was not producing the right amounts of insulin for my grossly obese body I had encased my being in.

The stress I was causing my body with the poor diet and 335 plus lbs I was carrying around was a contributor to the Stage 3 hypertension the Dr stated I had.. and in fact her words and let me quote her were ” You are immanent for a heart attack or stroke”  Not words one wants to hear at 49 years old. And to prove age is not a number I was a walking talking 70 plus year old at the time.. I just didn’t realize it. Those words changed my life. I went to my car and cried in the privacy of a hospital parking lot. I was talking to myself, ( to know me, you would know I do that a lot) and my questions to me was, Did God really put me through hell as a Child and teen to guide me to an area of survival to end up this way? The answer was clear, and it was “No, He Didn’t” so at that moment I made the choice to get on a path of emotional and Physical health.

In a previous post in my blog entitled My Journey I outline how I have done and how I am still striving for the weight-loss goal. But today I want to talk about that to some dreaded number. I will be 52 in May and I wouldn’t want to be any other age. I feel better today then I did at 30, my energy is better than most around me at the same age and even younger. I guess not I can say I understand that age is just a number. I look younger because I put in my body what it needs.. That is the message I want to send. Everything that goes into your mouth is a source of food or poison for your body and your body will react accordingly. There is a sense of accountability if you look at it that way. I know, not fun to actually ask yourself this before every bite. “Will my body like or dislike this?” “Is this providing a benefit or a non benefit to my body’s health?” It is not an easy thing to do and even all I have been through I have those bad days, but it is OK. Get back on track and remind yourself to be conscious of your choice. Yes I will have that cake tonight so I will eat something higher in protein and lower in fat and sugars for lunch.. Plan around the inevitable bad days. Sometimes they just can not be avoided.

It took me 49 year to get unhealthy to the point of nearly no return. Expect it to take time, Months, Years to get to a point of health and that is OK. Every good decision puts you just that much closer to these decisions becoming a habit to where you crave them .

I’m looking forward to celebrating my birthday in May.. Yes it is number 52 and it’s ok. Because when you feel good, AGE IS JUST A NUMBER .. Be Blessed Everyone ❤