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This weekend was a whirlwind of fun, movies, chat, and more food than any one person should eat in a 2 day period.
Things I did this weekend (the list of the lazy)
-Ate too much food.
-Saw Wanted.
-Went to a mall on a Saturday (I NEVER shop on a weekend)
-Ate more. This time outside on a lovely day.
-Watched 3 Pixar movies in a row, lounging in bed with a friend and the two cats.
-Played a Nintendo DS game that I am now in love with.
-Spent so much time in bed watching movies I was SORE. I was not aware that lazy could make you sore.
-Had cake for dinner. And breakfast.
-Had a client sell his TX home, which means we can start looking here.
-Went to Napa for a wine premier (for lack of a better term). The son of a client just started his own wines and I sort of fell in love with the pink one and bought a case.
-Had cake for dinner. Again.
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Have I told you about the client who asked for half my commission and I told him to fuck off? And then he went and wrote an offer on the house with his SAN DIEGO lender? We have a little thing called procuring cause and I am now taking his lender to arbitration. Wheeee! Kicking ass! Taking names!
I got a call last night that a friend might be very ill – no details for now. I am hoping for the best. I am hoping the doctor she saw is an ASSHAT who gave a half assed diagnosis without any benefit of any real scientific info.
Today, I almost have a whole day off. And even better? No car! So I am stuck at home cleaning for a friend who is staying over here tonight. Yay! Clean house! Yay! Sleepover!
I got nothing else people.
Filed under: workouts and healthkicks
Enjoying cheesy pizza and vodka. The owners of Bootcamp walk by the pizza joint. Shit. Busted.
Thankfully, Friday was an early night. Because Saturday was going to push me over the edge.
We showed property for 8 hours in 98 degree heat. It was torture because of the heat, but fun because of the people.
And it was tiring.
Afterwards, I had a housewarming party to attend. I had sold the home to a friend earlier this year and finally got to see it furnished.
The party was fun, even if I was exhausted. I drank one glass of sparkling and switched to water. It was about my 5th bottle of water for the day and I had yet to pee. THAT tells you how warm it was.
Anyway, the crowd was fun. And I was chatting with some truly hilarious people. Then the hosts sister comes in, whispers in the hosts ear. The host then just about yells “No, *I* will go tell dad his balls are hanging out of his shorts”. And we all die of laughter. They have a father with health issues and the fact that she is so happy with her life that reminding her father to tuck his jewels away is something she can laugh over warmed my heart. We then started a wonderful conversation about how our parents may be nuts, but we are who we are because of it and we have to be thankful for that.
Good friends. Good friends who were ok with me leaving at 9 since I could no longer speak.
Sunday was supposed to be an easy day. I was lounging this morning, had a great breakfast, was watching VH1. Then I get an email. The client from yesterday wants to go see some more houses. Which is fine. But I have not showered.
I somehow get ready in 45 minutes – which is a motherfucking miracle. I rush out the door to show homes for 3 hours. The last thing we do is jump in a golf cart at a new home complex to look at a house. And as I get out, I feel a string around my feet and realize I have just pulled the hem out of my pants. Perfect.
Then I am off to my open house – a half hour late.
I get to the house and there is candy bar shoved in the brochure box. Even better.
So there I am, hem pulled, napkin in hand, cleaning out an ant filled brochure box. And I look down to see I have covered myself in chocolate. Why the hell did I out of bed today?
I am home now. Tired. More tired than I thought possible. I am going to fold laundry and go to bed really early.
Overall, a great weekend. Busy, hectic, but good.
There are times when you have to stop and reflect on your (MY) crazy life. This crazy life is so far from perfect, but moments shine through that make you (ME) realize that it is pretty damn cool.
Friday. Whirlwind. Trying to juggle a closing, previewing, a mother who is half-assing it, a trip to Discovery Bay (2 hours round trip to see 3 houses, none of which are available) in 106 degree heat. Then, San Francisco. Where you have to buy new shoes because it is 92 degrees at 6:00 at night and those new heels are now slimy inside since it is hot as balls and there is no ventilation on them. Sitting on hot concrete (hot concrete is so not San Francisco) watching Beck’s Balls. Just to add to the fun, my phone has less than a 30% charge which means it will no longer take calls. Perfect.
A short drive, a deep breath and a warm beer later, I am where I need to be. A small gallery opening. I was an art history major (never finished), which always seemed a waste of an education to my practical side. But being back in SF, back in front of some interesting pieces, I realize it is so much a part of me, that it was (is) what I should have gone to school for.
Anyway, what I love about art is that you can have a totally personal reaction to a piece that is truly unique to you. And upon walking in, I saw one I loved. It was simple. But the reaction was immediate. And having seen one thing I really liked, that made the whole show worth it.
We moved outside (for air) where a gallery down the block was a bit more freaky. I glanced at the art inside (it was sort of Elaine de Kooning-esque) but the real show was on the sidewalk. There was a gal in a princess get up balancing on a board on a cylinder playing the accordian. Weird. But so normal for San Francisco.
My friend, who shall remain nameless, comes out of the first gallery and asks me if I would like to meet the artist of the piece she just bought for me. Stunned. Thankful, but stunned.
Anyway, met the artist, he is trashed. Wants to hug. I get all awkward (typical).
Harass nameless friend into telling me how much the piece cost then freaked the fuck out when she told me.
I think I have to put out.
We then took another short drive for dinner outside in San Francisco heat, so rare. Great snacks, a bottle of prosecco, more chatting. The perfect night.
More tomorrow….
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I have a long post rattling around in my brain, but no time. I will get to the main point – HOLY FUCK, I am sore!
Jumping back into bootcamp, while so needed, is proving painful. My entire back is sore and every time I lift my arms I sort of want to cry.
I am also focusing on my diet. I am making a concerted effort to not hit the drive thru. Even though it is easier when one spends all day in the car. I am dragging crappy Zone bars around with me so that I can cram that in my mouth instead.
Still no time for rest either. This weekend will be SF, show property for 6 hours, party, drinks out, hike, open house.
Shit. I need to get to the drycleaners – I have nothing to wear.
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My health insurance is going up 35%. I will be paying $240/month. When I first got my own insurance, back when I was 27 or so, it was $68/mo.
There are other options, but they do not cover as much, so I decided to go see all my doctors and get checkups.
Yesterday, I went and had a physical. I totally expected it to be 10 minutes and a slip to get bloodwork. She asked me how I was and I told her the only thing wrong with me was knee pain.
Her entire demeanor changed. She wanted to know how it hurt and when it hurt. Then this 98 pound physician’s assistant has her hands around my knee while I flexed the joint, making faces of disgust (her, not me).
Soft cartilage. Nothing I did not already know. Arthritis is coming, I know that, too. Knee replacement in my future, I already have it on my to-do list. You see, I saw an orthopedist about 5 or 6 years ago – he already told me all of this. And at 29 he told me there was nothing I can do to change what is happening, so go about your business.
This gal was more concerned. Too young, she said. Anti-inflammatory, she said. No running, no squats, she said. Swim and bike instead. I cannot swim and I hate bikes.
YOU KILLED BOOTCAMP! I screamed.
I have to get x-rays. Then I don’t know. I do not want to stop Bootcamp. I am debating going hard now to get the new knees sooner, when I am younger and healthier. The pain is not constant or debilitating. It hurts going upstairs, and when I do squats with weights.
After the x-rays, and the diagnosis (which might include some ligament issue) I may ask for a few physical therapy sessions. I am also going to ask the people who run bootcamp and see if they know anything I can do to strengthen the area to take the pressure off the knees.
I am old before my time. But as you know, I am vain, and I will fight it.
So the litter robot arrived, and it took all of 4 minutes to read the directions and set it up. My cats, smartest cats ever, were like “Cool, new place to pee. Gotta go chase dust. Late.”
No issues, no fear, no accidents. They took to the new box like the little champs they are. And I can now live a guilt free existence. Who-hoo!
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I am at an open house right now, rocking the air card and getting shizz done. Which is how I roll now. No more lazy Sunday afternoons watching someone else’s TV.
The problem is I can not think of anything to do. So…..I am reading blogs and checking bills and stuff.
I think that we will see a decrease in business in the next few weeks. I think I will finally have time to replant my yard, clean out the garage, etc. And while the thought of free time makes me nervous, I know we need it. But we really cannot rest. We need to get a few listings and certainly some more buyers. By the end of June, I will have made my goal for 6 months, but I also need to double it to get through December.
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We have done 14 deals this year. And that is crazy. I think our best year we did maybe 16 or 17 deals – and made $130K. For the record, I have not made anywhere near 130K this year (yet). So we are doubling our business but the numbers are down.
If the numbers remain close to what they are, we will have to do 28 deals this year. And on my anal retentive spreadsheet, I have places to fill in 48 deals this year. Which is a crazy number for 2 people to accomplish.
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The weather is perfect. High 70’s with a slight breeze. And it cools off at night so that snuggling down is necessary.
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I was in Lafayette.
It was supposed to be me and a girlfriend getting a drink and catching up. It turned into a whirlwind 3 hours that I am still trying to process.
First issue. She brought the 28 year old. The most immature, retardedly stupid 28 year old on the planet. She (IRS 28 yo) was not wearing a bra – and SHOULD have been. Those floppy bags were not hot pointing out of your top about 6 inches lower than any other 28 year old’s should.
In retrospect, I see it. My friend is having some sort of mid life crisis and loves hanging out with the 25 years olds now that she has lost 40 pounds (and is stick skinny, although she looked good 40 pounds heavier). She loves that 25 year old boys will hit on her. I think what she is missing is that 25 year olds will bang anything. Anything that shows itself to be bangable, anyway.
Anyway, the 28 year old brought all of her 25 year old friends. And they are nice but….it just isn’t the conversation I want to be having. One said and I quote “Why is he upset that I banged one of his friends and blew another on a holiday weekend”.
Is a holiday weekend blow job different than regular blow jobs? Maybe not as blow jobbie?
Anyway IRS 28 year old has to quit her job because she has fucked up her heart with eating disorders. This just smacks of the strippers we used to hang out with when we were 21. So, my friend, the one I am now suspicious of, seeing as she is hanging out with anorexic/bulimic girl and suddenly lost 40 pounds, hires IRS 28 yo anorexic/bulimic to be her MOTHERFUCKING NANNY TO HER 9 YEAR OLD DAUGHTER.
Hello? Does no one else see anything wrong with this?
Then this guy shows up. He was best man in my friends first wedding. He is perfectly nice, and not feeling the young pups. The three of us converse. Drink. Converse.
Then my friend tells me she needs to leave because she is having dinner at Perfect Boob Job Gal’s house (we have never spoken of her, and I cannot remember her name, but she has the best fake rack I have ever seen). PBJG has thrown her husband out for the evening. Then she waggles her eyebrows at me.
She is totally going to bang her. Seeing as I am drunk (the heat on the patio, the strong margaritas, no real lunch or dinner), I get all pissy. We were supposed to be hanging out. Why is she leaving to go bang some chick? Isn’t that rude?
So there I am. The young ones have moved to another part of the bar. And I make friends with this gal next to me at the bar and we talk about all sorts of shit. There are 4 of us. The best man guy, me, her and her boyfriend. The boys are talking, the girls are talking, all 4 are talking. Then the best man guy says he is going to the bathroom and never comes back.
She notices first. Now I feel sort of like an ass. He could not say goodbye? He could not say “Hey, I am taking off, have a good night!”. Nope. Just left. Weird.
A little while goes by and I decide I need to go home. I have been up since 4:30, whirlwind week, the heat. Tired.
I got home, crashed (mind you it was barely 9 pm) and woke at 3 am and have been pondering the weird night since then. My friends are now swinger types. My friends friends are retarded. Where the hell do I fit in? I mean I am so straight laced and old fashioned. And I might be a drunk ass, but I am rarely that kind of retarded.
It was a night through the looking glass. A look at my past, because the night was the same as the nights we had at 21. It was bizarre and I might be a little scarred from it all. And I do not mean the hangover.
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and making no sense. 2 margaritas. Light weight. Need to practice more.
One girlfriend wants to make out. Not sure I want to. But nice to be asked. Told her that was about all I could do. Sue me for being straight, but I have no desire to bang a girl.
The guy she brought (she is married, he is not her husband) ACTUALLY snuck out. WTF? I was not hitting on you. I was making friends with the people next to you. Asshat. The whole “I will be right back, running to the john thing” and then leaving is poor form. No one wanted you. We were just trying to have fun. But my ego is bruised, big time. I am such a hose beast you must sneak out? Even though I am not hitting on you in the least. Whatev.
