Shouldn't somebody know this information?

So for the following story, you must envision Master J and what he is wearing today (and honestly, quite a few days lately). Over the jeans and tee shirt he wore to school, he is wearing a green hooded sweatshirt. The hood is pulled up. On top of that, he has added a burgundy bathrobe. Because he got the belt to this bathrobe caught in his ceiling fan a while back (yeah, don't ask), he has to use one of his leather belts to hold it together. Tucked into the leather belt is a Jedi lightsaber. He walks around whipping out the lightsaber at times and "fights" with whatever is in front of him, swirling around and making the appropriate noises that would accompany such a fight. Got that vision in your head? Okay, then you're ready for today's story.

I've been trying to work with Master J again lately about not interrupting me while I'm on the phone. We had this problem when he was two or three years old and I thought we had it beat. Evidently not as it has come back with a vengeance.

Several weeks ago, when I was on a business call, he danced around holding candy up in front of me, trying to get me to nod my head that he could have it. While I was on a business phone call. With a client. Trying to answer their very specific questions about what was going on with their deal. I dealt with my client as best I could, all the while shooting daggers out my eyes at my wayward son. When I got off my call, I calmly informed Master J that he could not have the candy. I let him know in no uncertain terms that had he asked me at any other time than when I was on the phone, the answer would have been "yes". It was because he chose to ask at a time when I could not reasonably be expected to think about his request that he could not have it at all. I further informed him that in the future if he interrupted me, whatever he was trying to get from me would not happen. He was not happy, but I did have several weeks with no phone interruptions. Until today.

Today, while I was on the phone with Miss Lee, Master J walked right up to me and started talking at me like I was just standing around. I couldn't believe it. I turned away from him several times, pointing at the phone in my hand first. Each time, he would circle around to my front to try and talk to me. Finally, he gave up and went into the other room. My phone call ended and I started thinking about what just happened. Now here's the thing, it's been several weeks since the last time this happened and for the former incident, I had kind of made up the consequences on the fly. So now, I knew I needed to follow through and be consistent with what happens when I get interrupted on the phone, but for the life of me I couldn't figure out what the hell the consequence was supposed to be. So I got smart.

I called Master J back into the room and...

Me: Master J, do you remember the last time you interrupted me while I was on the phone a few weeks ago?

MJ: Yes.

Me: What did I say would happen if you interrupted me the next time on the phone. (See what a genius I am?)

MJ: I don't know. What did you say would happen?

Me (oh shit!): Ummm, I was...kind of hoping you would know.

As I'm looking at him in his full getup, I see the hint of a grin on his mouth. He knows I'm screwed. He knows I have no freaking idea what is supposed to happen next. But he also knows enough not to say anything too snarky here. He just looks at me with wide eyes, that slight smile still tugging the corners of his mouth, full Jedi stance with his hand resting on his lightsaber. And I can feel the laughter coming. From me. I can't help it, it just starts bubbling up until I totally lose it. I start laughing so hard I have tears running down my face. And I can't stop. I do manage to choke out "go to your room" in between laughs and amazingly, he goes. I think I might have had a chance of holding it together had he not been dressed the way he was. Unfortunately, the combination of his goofy outfit and the fact that my complete blondness got called out (again) made that impossible. I think we can safely give the points on this one to my Jedi knight.

Vintage Style

I dragged Mamoo through four properties today. The first one was pretty bad. The second one was better but the location sucked. The third one was really nice, but unfortunately was pending. But oh, the fourth one. The fourth one was wonderful. A pristine, 1968 vintage home that's sitting on a golf course lot. It starts at the front door...

Solid wood, blue side panels and a mail slot.



Original light in the foyer



The view of the golf course out the living room windows, not a great shot I know



The family room with bay window and built in bookshelves. There's a fireplace in a full stone wall behind me.



The pink counter tops in the kitchen. Note the original curtains in the window.



More pink counter top.



From the other end. The counter was at least fifteen feet long.



The base station of the whole house intercom system. I didn't try it out, but I wanted to!



The view of the looooong counter when standing by the patio doors in the living room.



The master bathroom is blue.



The vanity in the jack-and-jill bath is a really pretty light green.



The tub surround in the jack-and-jill bath is the same light green.



The doorknobs throughout the house.



The floor to ceiling, whole wall of cabinets in the laundry room.



All this vintage glory, almost 2800 square feet, sitting on a third of an acre golf course lot can be had for $425,000. Currently, this home looks like it was built yesterday. I didn't see a single cracked tile or discolored anything. The wood paneling is gorgeous and looks like they buffed it regularly. My only hope is that this home gets purchased by someone who really appreciates the vintage style and would love to keep it's beautiful look. It would make me very sad to see this house purchased by someone who wants to "neutralize" the vintage in order to resell it to the masses. Let's hope that doesn't happen.

Evil

If you know what's good for you, don't wake it up.

The Wild, Wild West

Heading in to my local library one day last week, I noticed something I'd never noticed before. It struck me as odd to have a keyed locker outside of a library. I mean, what could you possibly need to lock up here?



Ahhh, that explains it!



Apparently, we don't want any gunfights breaking out in the library. Making me believe that our state motto isn't so much "Ditat Deus (God Enriches)" as it is "Welcome to Arizona, we've got ya covered!"

I need to be more prepared for beauty

All I have to say is this...if this is the picture that I got on my cell phone, through my side window while driving down the highway at 75 mph, what could I have done with my Nikon, pulled over and out of my car?

At least someone is using the weight bench

Calgon, Take Me Away!

Remember those old Calgon commercials? Where the woman of the house was being surrounded by screaming kids, ringing doorbells, barking dogs and other chaos? She would look pleadingly up at the sky and utter the phrase contained in the title of this post. The next scene would show her sinking into a large tub filled with bubbles, but more importantly, she's alone. Remember that? I wish I could do that.

My day started with phone call from a client. This client had an accepted offer on a bank owned property that I worked my backside off to get. More so because the property wasn't actually listed yet. The listing agent was going to list it for $245,000. After several times back and forth, we had an accepted offer of $190,000. And that phone call this morning? Was to tell me that after all of the negotiations and the bank coming down substantially from what they believed it was worth, my clients decided not to go through with the deal. Seriously?

I had a dental appointment not long after that phone call. I truly dislike the dentist. I mean, I like my dentist as a person, and everyone of his office staff is fantastic. But I truly dislike dentists in general. I have sensitive teeth and inevitably something hurts. They are really good about not using that supersonic crazy cleaner that really drives me insane, but I never leave without flinching. Today was no exception.

After my dental appointment, I stopped off for lunch with Mamoo. Right about the time I finished my last bite I got a phone call from Scott asking me to call a client that wanted to see a house. I call, thinking I can show them the property in an hour or so. No, they are sitting in front of the house and want to see to see it "right now". Well, the property is forty five minutes away from where I'm at so I suggest they go get a cup of coffee because it's going to be a little while. I throw on a different shirt, give my hair a lick and a promise and head out the door. I get there and they are not there. They arrive fifteen minutes later.

They're a very nice older couple looking for a winter get-a-way from their home in Denver. The house they want to see is in a somewhat seedy part of this little town. They picked it because it had a nice fireplace in the pictures. And only cost $30,000. They seemed a bit shocked with the bars on the windows. Needless to say they didn't put in an offer.

So I head back home, because now I have to pick up my boy from school. I get there with enough time to sit in front of the school for about twenty minutes with a book. It is the most peaceful time I will have all day.

I got back home and started cleaning my fish tank (again). I got thirty gallons of disgusting water pulled out of the tank before the phone started ringing. The first call is from a lender on a property that has been in escrow since December 8th. Two months ago and we're still trying to get it through. It's not my buyer's issues, it's the bank and their underwriting department. And this phone call is just one of the dozens I have gotten from this lender, always asking for "just one more thing". At least this time, the lender was saying we finally got approval, we "just need a few more things". Most importantly, it's going to cost my client more money. The bank is demanding a mold inspection by a certified mold inspector. Another several hundred dollars is required. I got off the phone with the banker and call my client to give him the news. He's not thrilled, but he's a good guy and he just wants to get into his house so he agrees.

I call the banker back to let him know to go ahead and order the mold inspector. I want to follow up the call with an email, but I get side tracked by another client. A client that has already gotten fairly pissed off that the offer we have sent in has not yet been submitted to seller because the listing agents office is being super picky about what is being submitted. I tell this client that they still want "one more thing" and he explodes. Ex. Plodes. At me. Because I am on the other end of the phone. My attempt to keep this conversation directed to what we can do goes unheeded. He tells me he's going to call the other agent and "get it straightened out". I try to suggest that might not be such a great idea but he hangs up on me. Seriously? Who does that?

In a somewhat bad spot, I call my team leader, Scott and ask him how much trouble I'm going to be in with our broker. He laughs and says "Welcome to real estate. Get used to it." He also assures me that our broker will back me up unless I do something unethical which I have not so I'm fine. When I hang up with him I call my client back. He apologizes for yelling at me but says he's done dealing with this house. He still wants to work with me though. I thank him for that, but inside I sigh deeply and layer on some skin thickener. I'm going to need it. I finally hang up the phone at 5:55 pm.

As soon as I hang up, I start making food for Master J. Mister C comes home and starts wondering where his dinner is. I haven't had a chance to think about that yet. Thankfully I had shrimp thawed out already. A quick saute with garlic and some angel hair pasta and fifteen minutes later we have a decent, healthy meal.

My phone rings again. I look down and it's my client again. What else can he yell about? I answer with a smile, as I usually do. He sounds humble and says that his wife wants the house. He'll get me the paperwork I need tomorrow.

I think I feel a tic coming on.