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I think I broke my toe last night. My little baby toe on my left foot. I think I was doing something lame like turning up the heat and I walked into the hall in the dark and hit a box that I had been packing up in an effort to de-clutter.
It did not immediately hurt, but I screamed anyway. You know, because I could. THEN the pain set in. It was dull and throbbing.
I never even looked at it, since I have stubbed toes many, many times in my 34 years.
But today? It is BLACK and PURPLE and BLUE. And it aches. I have no idea what I did but there is a large cut (or a tear) underneath the poor toe, where it meets the foot.
Big pouty face.
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So let’s talk about something else!Birfday III did not happen as planned. It was supposed to be a road trip with 4-5 girls crammed in a Mercedes flying through the middle of this state laughing and exploring.
But I woke to mist and fog and rain and I was tired since I could not sleep last night due to a caffeine overload.
Instead, we hit a fantastic happy hour (chicken strips for $3!) and gabbed for 4 hours. This is my last weekend off for quite awhile and I want to enjoy it.
Our goal for today was to share our resolutions – we each had one ranging from dating to buying a house to having a baby to fixing a not-broken marriage. And we made a pact to go out and enjoy each other more. Starting with a night of bowling in early Feb.
I think all of us feel blessed for the friends we have in each other. It has taken me a long time to get the right group of friends, and they mean the world to me right now.
Other than that I am trying too decide New Years plans….game night with friends or stay home and watch Paranormal State? I am leaning towards staying home, making something divine for dinner and just enjoying being alone.
I am super excited for 2008. Bring it!
This is not a real estate blog. This is a blog that happens to be written by someone in the field. Someone who is actually good at what they do. This is a place for my personal drivel and sometimes that moves into my work field. Someone who is trying not to be a victim of the market.
I love being a home owner. And I want to help anyone else who wants to be a homeowner realize that dream. It happens to make me money. I do not think that is a crime.
Having said that – I have found the source of the viewing spike. And true to form, when someone links me for something, I get dull – fast.
Peter likes me. Thank you, Peter. If you are indeed from the UK, I can see why – the British are funny and never take themselves very seriously. Americans? Not so much.
They take issue with this post. Which is funny, since I quoted stats from one source. I have heard the same stats from multiple places. I will not apologize for not scouring every newspaper. I don’t know what next year will hold. Neither do they. Neither do the writers in the paper. I will not apologize for choosing the sunny side. I am a homeowner, too. Every last dollar of “savings” is in this house. If the market crashes, I lose it all. And I DO believe it will come back. I happen to live in a great area with great schools, temperate weather and close proximity to the Silicon Valley and San Francisco.
In MY area, which incorporates about 6 cities (populations ranging from 30-65K or so), what I am seeing are people getting into trouble from bad advice. I see a lender who has decimated a neighborhood by jacking up the prices for 18 months, taking over the leases for the owners and never paying on any mortgage (about 10-12 houses in one neighborhood). I have watched it for 2 years, asking the lawyers at my company if there was a way to stop it, report it, do anything – I was told no, over and over. I do not see it as wide spread. I can track it. I am not a moron. But for the most part, the people in MY area are pulling through. We are able to ride it out.
January will mark my 6th anniversary in real estate. I have no clients in trouble. Not one client in a shitty loan (unless they did something stupid after the sale – but no one bought the home with a sketchy loan). Not one client (current or past) that is in a short sale. I happen to keep in touch with ALL of my clients. I speak to most of them on a regular basis. I pride myself on the fact that my advice at work is pretty spot on FOR MY MARKET.
I have no idea of the Irvine market, nor would I ever hazard a guess. I only know my market.
I am SO OK with people wanting to make me sound trivial – *I* make me sound trivial in this blog. But one certain Mr./Mrs. Graphix sort of seems to misquote me…which does not work for me. He/she refers to something about me only caring about paychecks. Well, paychecks make the world go round, but I think those who know me know I always do what is right for the client first. Always. The FIRST rule I was taught in real estate is MY needs do not factor into a transaction. Not that I am not human – I can FEEL disappointment without it affecting what is right for the client . Anyway…nowhere in that post do I even MENTION the word paycheck.
Welcome, new readers! If you would like to keep this up, I would be happy to add ads to my blog and make some money! God knows, real estate is a bitch these days!
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A long day.
I shopped. 1 sweater (cashmere!), 2 tops and a pair of shoes. Yummy. And the mom bought it all since I returned the outfit she bought me. I proved to myself ONCE AGAIN that the cheap shit (Brass Plum) does not work for me and ANN TAYLOR is my saviour.
The stupid cat locked himself in the closet for 9 hours and was coming unglued when I finally came home tonight.
The cough is back with a vengeance. I would be asleep already if I was not waiting for a work call.
I hate Starbucks. Nuff said.
In preparation for the diet competition which starts 1/1, I am eating pizza and making a list of things I can eat, their caloric damage, goals for daily meals and a spreadsheet. Because I am a NERD. But I figure if there is a sheet in my wallet that can help me make decision then I will be more prepared for my day. I have never been one to plan a meal longer than 3 hours in advance - I was not raised in a home where Monday was pot roast and Friday was taco night. We always played it by ear and making INFORMED decisions during the day will be a big step – especially if I want to limit the fat and carb intake. I will need to THINK.
I am still wondering about the workout possibilities. Bootcamp is too hardcore (and expensive right now)….the gym thing is so annoying….and I don’t know what else to do!
Tomorrow is Birfday III. Very excited, but it will be another long ass day.
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Yesterday I turned 34.
Yuck.
Thank god for great friends who spoil you with manicures and pedicures and champagne and laughs and then dinner and more drinks and more laughs and then send your old (and drunk) ass home early for a good nights sleep.
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I have made no secret about how much I HATED 2007. And since I associate my birthday with New Years, I am starting 2008 early. I am starting it today. Today was a good day.
I am writing an offer for a friend. It may not come together but dammit, it is writing. an. offer.
I had an interview today within the real estate field that knocked my freaking socks off. It was SO MUCH DIFFERENT than everything else I have entertained. I was amped and excited when I left the interview. And one gal told me she was going to go in and fight for me. She loved me. I love when people love me.
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I am joining a weight loss contest at the temp job. They like me too and even though I might leave at any moment, they will let me join in their little competition. Does anyone have any meal replacement items that they like? I am looking for ideas for lunch since I hate Lean Cuisine, chicken, microwaved food, salad and anything else that might be easy to take to a job and stay on a diet. GOAL = 25 pounds in 3 months.
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The Acura dealer just called to wish me a happy bday. Wow.
All I want is yellow Duncan Hines cake with chocolate frosting. I have the cake mix, but no frosting. I don’t think I am energetic enough to go to Safeway for frosting. Instead, I will salivate and whine all afternoon.
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Merry Christmas to all!
My holiday is being spent in bed, whacked out on Nyquil and watching The UFO files on the History Channel. Does it get any better than that? I think not.
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6 more days and this frigging year will be done!
More Christmas gifts! We celebrated tonight since there is no point dragging all the stuff into Alameda just to drag it all back home.
Alfani pants – I already have TWO pairs of the SAME pants!
Tahari blouse – with ruffles. The jury is out.
Pair of Ann Taylor pants
Bliss bag and products
Cross-stitch cat in laundry picture
Cat book – I guess it was on sale.
Wine opener
Set of vases
Planet Earth DVDs – the ONLY thing I asked for this year.
Jar of products with Target gift card
Martha Stewart magazine subscription
BIRTHDAY PRESENTS!
Check for $150
Check for $50
AAA membership (I get this every year from my uncle)
Flask. SO COOL!
Peridot solitaire necklace. LOVE!
This is where paranoia starts, right?
I just checked the email address associated with this blog. It is a monthly chore, since I am pretty sure everyone who actually reads this blog (to feel better about their own lives, I am sure) knows my ‘real’ email address (so do those little fucks in the midwest who keep trying to use it for MySpace).
Anyway…there is fan mail. 1 lonely email of fan mail. From Mike. He thinks I am funny. And he emailed on 12/2.
Being a stalker by nature, I have to find out what could have been so funny in this blog as to make him write to me. I look at posts on or around Dec 2. Nothing pops out. Just a lot of whining, complaining, use of the word fuck. Nothing funny. Nothing charming.
As I am screwing around behind the scenes of the blog I see a spike in readership – 230+ hits in one day? That cannot be right. There is 1 habitual reader and maybe…4 others who pop in from time to time to make sure I have not lost my mind yet – because THAT trainwreck will be worth watching!
Anyway….on Nov 30, 234 people checked this site. Are tater tots that much a draw these days? I mean I know me and all my friends are obsessed (oh…really? Just me?) but that is just weird. 218 the next day. Even weirder.
So, I think the stat counter is lying. I think it wants me to feel popular. I think it wants me to feel like I am succeeding at something. I think the stat counter is oh-so-tired of my bitching that it wants to show me that people read this drivel and I should ratchet it up a notch.
What do you do when even your stat counter is bored with your blog?
