Yellow brick road…

“Follow the yellow brick road, follow the yellow brick road, follow, follow, follow follow, follow the yellow brick road”….that’s the song that is played on rewind in my mind. I feel like the emerald palace is just up around the bend, Oz a curves distance away, but instead I’m trapped by the wicked witch of the West.

Last I wrote I think I mentioned that an offer was finally accepted by the lender. Yeah! The buyer decided to drop out. Oh. So I scrambled to get Buyer #2 into place. Read more

This is my negotiator…

 I thought I’d bring you up to speed and let you know what’s going on in the world of short sales but first I wanted you to take a good look at the picture of my negotiator. I am disgusted, dismayed, overwhelmed, fed up and horrified to have found out that I’m working with a bunch of Jack Asses!

One day before “D” day I call and the conversation goes something like this. Read more

[ni-goh-shee-eyt]

Negotiate, verb

To deal or bargain with another as in the preparation of a treaty or contract or in preliminaries to a business deal.

Or that’s at least what I thought it was. WTF? The reason lenders assign negotiators is so they can hash it out, crunch the numbers and weigh the loss or gain against what it would cost to go through a foreclosure. Bottom line…how much hits their wallet. Read more

Bandits on the back porch…the joys of home ownership

You know sometimes I am just tired of owning property. All the little things that you have to deal with.  Its 10:48PM and Foxy Brown is going ape shit. Lily white is right behind her barking up a storm. I go to the back door, its dark, I can barely see anything when all of a sudden I see a gigantic raccoon staring at us. I don’t want to let the dogs out and I don’t want it to sit there and just stare at us so I grabbed a broom. Me and my big bad broom <heavy sigh>. I get out from behind the dogs and squeezed out the door, scared it was going to bite my leg off that’s how big it was. I ended up shooing the raccoon away and as I was squeezing back in the door Foxy got out, Lily followed. I spent the last 15 minutes out back in the dark, blind as a bat praying to god the raccoon won’t jump me. Read more

Tampons and Toilet Paper…

So I sit down for the first time in what seems like an eternity. Legs up on the ottoman. News on. It’s 6:45pm. And I hear, “We have a crisis on our hands people. We definitely need to address the issues at hand with the American economy and with the real estate and banking systems and take action.” I think to myself as Bush is speaking, no shit dumbass. I’m the walking gospel of the economic crisis! I’m in the real estate biz first and foremost so you know my state of affairs, it’s the same as 1,000s of real estate folks across the nation. Read more

Bankrupty, Bailouts, Foreclosures…Oh My!

The headlines are now reading “Worst Crisis Since ’30s, With No End Yet in Sight” that was Yahoo’s front page news.

In case you haven’t read the news or listened to the television we’re in a bit of a pickle. Lehman Brothers filed for bankruptcy, AIG (Insurance behemoth) had a government bail out and foreclosures are rampant…nationwide. the market is jittery, gas prices are sky high, groceries are ridiculous, energy costs are out the roof and every where you look there’s social discord.
So what’s a girl to do?

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Lovely day in the East Bay

Today really was a lovely day in the East Bay we had plans to mill around the house and do a lot of nothing. Jakob of course would try and cram as much TV in as possible while I’d be on the laptop trying to figure out my website projects. Instead Jakob and I headed out to Novato to show a client a few condos. It’s astouding what you can get for just under $200K in Marin County! Read more

Happiness is like being thin; everybody wants it, no one can have it.

I was reading an article that my mom sent to me the other day. It was an article in the International Herald Tribune entitled “What if this is as good as it gets?” I wonder that all the time as I mull over the meaning of success. What is success and what really is going to make me happy? Is it the portfolio of homes and apartment buildings and the positive cash flow that it will provide me so I won’t have to work for THE man, in a cube on the 11^th floor ever again? Or is it being happy with myself, thin, tits lifted to right under my chin rather than at my knees or is it living simply, being loved and really living life?

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The roller coaster ride…

 

“You’ve wrangled all your dragons to the ground and can breathe a sigh of relief. You are still standing - and your foes are not!”

The words above are so prolific. Granted they came from astrologyzone but absolutely everything has been right on target.  This month has been a complete and utter bitch of a month.  Everything that could go wrong did go wrong. Who says riding the roller coaster to building wealth is easy? If its not one hurdle its another that you have to jump but alas in the end it always works out.  Read more

Bullet Proof Diva

 

 

I was thinking about my friend winedog at Pink Bunny Ears. Actually I’ve been thinking about what she said to me when I was over last, “So what’s your voice?” What’s my voice? I don’t know. Wadda mean my voice?” I ponder this for quite a while. I feel like half the time I’m under cover laying low so to put my shit out there in any manner is somewhat daunting. But at 43 I guess I want to be heard. My opinion counts. My wrinkles are proof.  I don’t have a voice I can put my name on but my words paint a face. Read more

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