*I* wanted the ball to be rolling.
Let me tell you, it's rolling...and it is on a steep ass hill.
Tuesday night a realtor came to evaluate our house.
I never realized how much I liked my house until someone comes in and turns their nose up to it. Little pompous ass.
I arrived home from work and did a quick once over the house picking things up, running a dust cloth over some areas, putting dishes away, hiding laundry that needed folding.
Just as I felt the house was PRESENTABLE, a little fucking Mazda Miata convertible pulled into the driveway. I might have grumbled and judged immediately, but that's how I rolled at the particular time. Mazda Miata. *eye roll*
Just as I imagined a short little man got out of the car and strolled up to the door. Ever hair was in place, his teeth (I'm a teeth person, it's the next best feature after the ass eyes) perfectly align and glistening, I immediately didn't like him.
He does his schpeal about the current market and his 25 years of experience in the business and blah blah blah, he's so wonderful, yada yada. Tells us what the range for our house should go for, explains that we will be competing with brand new homes in the same price range so that is working against us. Our house is over 30 years old, without any old school charm. It's just a house and not a new one.
When we purchased the house five years ago, it was HORRIBLE. Nasty carpet throughout, wallpaper (old dated wallpaper) in every room, it was run down. We ripped the carpet out to reveal hardwood floors, I was THRILLED. We tore down all wallpaper and painted in warm brown tones. I love the way my house looks, feels and shows. It isn't perfect, it isn't my dream house, but I have made it our home.
PR-Pompous Realtor, says, "well, you could get such and such for your home, but these floors...."
Oh no he didn't.
I asked what little things I could do to help the process move along quickly, a mistake.
"How do you feel about refinishing the floors?"
"I don't feel, I refuse to live in that kind of mess..."
He commented that he is the type of person that can come into any house and see the potential (was he just knocking my house AGAIN?) but that some people can't see past paint colors.
"How do you feel about repainting?"
"I don't feel, I will not repaint."
I think he got the idea. I work full time, I have two kids, I don't know how much longer hubby will living there to "help" out as if he is a real big help as it is...and I will not put MYSELF out, or my KIDS out of that time and money to get a few extra dollars. Call me stubborn, cause, well, I *am* stubborn.
His last suggestion was to declutter, depersonalize and empty out as much as possible.
FINE!
I will do what I can, that is all that I will do...
How many houses did I look at before purchasing this one that had hideous colors on the walls (which my colors are not...well maybe Buggy's room, but whatever, bubble gum pink is HOT), or reeked of animal piss...or whatever.
So there you have it, my weekend plans. Aren't you jealous? OH! AND we are expecting a snow storm. When it rains it....snows?!?!?
*now maybe that I've got my whine all, I will calm the hell down and do what I have to do.*
*slew of explicits*
Friday, March 27, 2009
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