Friday, August 10, 2012

Faaaaaaaame... puts you there where things are hollowww

A break from the short sale saga to direct tribute to a contemplative great.

Why is David Bowie so amazing, and so not all at the same time?  You seriously have to be in the exact frame of mind to enjoy one of his songs.. and when you find yourself there you can't get enough!  Savor this time until you've had enough I say; you never know when you will find the pocket of David Bowie love in your brain again.

With Outside Lands just in my backyard I find myself sitting at this computer wishing that the Great Neil Young will come and swoop me up (as if I would run away!).  He would kidnap me and sit me right in the middle of the grass field in GG Park with all of the accoutrements of hippi concert living and take me out of this place of dark misery brought on by yet another week of having our hopes up and another weekend of not moving.  Has anyone in history ever wanted to MOVE this much before?

And I digress, this is a break from the short sale.. yet it's like being a mom of twins and getting a pedicure at the same time.  So wonderfully blissful, yet the time is indulgently spent with torturous thoughts over how many diapers or shoes can be bought with the amount of money spent on this beautiful blip in time.. someone is rubbing your feet, you're even holding that a coveted warm Starbucks in hand, and right as you drift off into trashy magazine reading heaven you are awaked with a lighting jolt of "WAIT did I rinse out the sippy cups before I filled them this morning!!!!!!!".  Such as this, no daydream about Neil Young, or Dave Grohl for that matter, can be had without reflecting on the piss-poor situation the banks have led us into.

These daydreams got me so giddy, thinking I could run into these famous people in my neighborhood, EVEN BETTER that they could potentially kidnap me in my wildest dreams!  Then I started thinking.. what would I do if I ran into one of these FAMous people?  Knowing me I'd probably act cool and not make eye contact.  If I'd treat them just like any other person, then why is the thought of inevitably ignoring them so exciting??  I mean, I'd never dream of anyone else kidnapping me.

Maybe David Bowie is right, is Fame where things are hollow?  Count me out, I'm about filling myself back up these days.

... and still listening to the beautiful music solely on my headphones.

Who's the loser NOW.

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Open House // Open Mind

The best way to walk (typically after removing shoes) into an open house is to enter with the knowledge and understanding of what it is you are looking for in a potential house. 

Our mind frame:

Coming from duplex living, we knew we needed a yard.  Assuming that our (now three year old) boys will some day not refuse to use the "potty", we thought it best to shoot for two bathrooms.  Due to our overwhelming obsession with all HGTV/DIY Network shows, we hoped for a house we could do mundane fixings on to not only leave our imprint, but to also bank on added value and on the market turning around.

Our experience, DAY ONE:

1. House with Chinese characters on the garage door.  Not bad.  Price very favorable due to the past owner passing away inside of the house (in our eyes a plus, morbid I know.).  The living area was all contained upstars; three bedrooms, two bathrooms, very out-dated (HGTV plus).  Downstairs had a huge basement/indoor "back yard" as my dad called it.  Meager cement back yard.  Not bad, but we weren't jumping for joy exactly.  This is the house that has since sold and my dad swears we should have jumped on.

2. House with... well... who knows.  All that we saw of this house was an eager realtor, who was waiting outside when we arrived.  Interesting, considering it was 50 degrees outside (excruciatingly cold for San Francisco Bay Area).  As she urged us up the steps into the "open" house, we were met by four men sitting around a hot pot BBQ.  They aggressively explained that they would not be moving and would not allow any people into the house, no matter what.  Apparently the owner of the home was attempting to foreclose, while also collecting rent from these people living in the house.  This took a new spin on short sale karma that we never imagined.  We happily turned around and left before the brawl began and named the day's work a success.

We did not realize on day one how necessary it would be to act fast.  Afterall, these short sales can take months to make it to fruition.  Somehow we weren't prepared for the course we would have to follow throughout the coming year....