Whelp, one deal fell through. We were so close. So So close. This is the dude who got taken in the ponzi scheme. I'd found him a loan, he had a cosigner. Turns out the cosigner's mortgage payments were more than he'd originally disclosed. Wonk, wonk, wooooooonk. DEAL DEAD. But... I had another deal cooking in the background. It sucks though because it was submitted by another agent so that cuts my commission in half. But money is so much better than no money.
And then other dude that was playing hardball actually got all his terms! We're Under Contract now! Yaaaaay!
That's all that is really going on. I'm cracking down on Mini. He's not serious in school. It's so hard for me because I was not that kind of a kid. I listened. I've got to get him together though. A family friend of ours can get him a scholarship to a prestigious boarding school. But not with comments like "Mini does not follow direction"
Le Sigh......
Friday, January 30, 2015
Tuesday, January 27, 2015
Gotta keep it together!
So for the past 4 years Mini and I always get snowed in at Crab's house. Anytime there was a storm coming we'd pack up our things and go hunker down at Crab's house. This time I decided to pass. For one, as much as I love the kids, I'd rather listen to 1 than 4. It was cool being snowed in with just the three of us. But seven people in a house? No thank you. I must say, I've enjoyed quiet and onions while being snowed in. Yup! Onions. Crab hates onions so I don't cook with them on a normal basis. I loooooove onions! So I'm enjoying myself. Made chili with onions, Turkey chops... with onions. I have one more onion to use.. Turkey sausage with onions and quinoa. He won't try quinoa either! I'm in heaven! Nom nom nom nom nom!
I received a wonderful call yesterday. I'd ignored it like three times because I thought it was a telemarketer. Well it wasn't. Turns out it was a new client! He wants to purchase one of our listings. The amazing thing about that is to get both sides a huge deal is big! The commission on selling both sides of a $1M is equal to selling a $2M house. I hung up the phone and immediately started jumping on the bed. But this is just the first step. Things can always fall apart. Getting a deal is the easy part. Keeping it together it's another story!
I received a wonderful call yesterday. I'd ignored it like three times because I thought it was a telemarketer. Well it wasn't. Turns out it was a new client! He wants to purchase one of our listings. The amazing thing about that is to get both sides a huge deal is big! The commission on selling both sides of a $1M is equal to selling a $2M house. I hung up the phone and immediately started jumping on the bed. But this is just the first step. Things can always fall apart. Getting a deal is the easy part. Keeping it together it's another story!
Sunday, January 25, 2015
Reply Post
I figured I'd just make my Reply to Laki a post because it was getting lengthy.
Okay MD - I can't. He's evil on the inside. As long as I stay away I'm good. He came to the bar to apologize to me for everything. I accepted. Hugged him. And immediately we melted into each. It's awful. We can't touch. We can't be around each other. There's something that is not of the physical realm that has connected us. We were made for each other I think. But he's evil on the inside. he has a dark core. So we can never be together and he poisons my life so we can't even be friends.
Real Estate is stressful. These big million dollar deals are great but girl they are stressful! And people with money aren't hoping they get the house. They're playing hardball. Everyday is like a day at the roulette table and I don't gamble so I don't like that part. But I still love it.
The meal ticket thing. Hmmmm maybe. I think he's more in a depression though. We're talking about a man who went out 3 or 4 nights a week who wore Ferragamo and Gucci and smelled like manly peaches who now sleeps like 20 hours a day and NEVER leaves the house. Like ever. He goes to the gym for an hour and he sits with me at work for 2 hours once a week. He NEVER leaves that one spot. I used to be scared when he'd be at my house that he'd jump off the balcony while I was gone. I mentioned it once and he said he'd thought about it. But he was good to me when I got crazy and quit my job. He never rushed me to look for one. When he was working all he wanted from his check was protein powder and the rest was for me. So Im not particulary worried about him using me. More about enabling his depression. I'm not trying to pull him out of that cave. I think I kind of bring him blankets and can goods which allow him to stay in that dark cave (literally because he keeps his room dark at all times).
I recently had a talk about accepting any job at this point. I should push a little further. Not even for me. For him. I'm helping him wallow in this depression instead of pulling him out.
Okay MD - I can't. He's evil on the inside. As long as I stay away I'm good. He came to the bar to apologize to me for everything. I accepted. Hugged him. And immediately we melted into each. It's awful. We can't touch. We can't be around each other. There's something that is not of the physical realm that has connected us. We were made for each other I think. But he's evil on the inside. he has a dark core. So we can never be together and he poisons my life so we can't even be friends.
Real Estate is stressful. These big million dollar deals are great but girl they are stressful! And people with money aren't hoping they get the house. They're playing hardball. Everyday is like a day at the roulette table and I don't gamble so I don't like that part. But I still love it.
The meal ticket thing. Hmmmm maybe. I think he's more in a depression though. We're talking about a man who went out 3 or 4 nights a week who wore Ferragamo and Gucci and smelled like manly peaches who now sleeps like 20 hours a day and NEVER leaves the house. Like ever. He goes to the gym for an hour and he sits with me at work for 2 hours once a week. He NEVER leaves that one spot. I used to be scared when he'd be at my house that he'd jump off the balcony while I was gone. I mentioned it once and he said he'd thought about it. But he was good to me when I got crazy and quit my job. He never rushed me to look for one. When he was working all he wanted from his check was protein powder and the rest was for me. So Im not particulary worried about him using me. More about enabling his depression. I'm not trying to pull him out of that cave. I think I kind of bring him blankets and can goods which allow him to stay in that dark cave (literally because he keeps his room dark at all times).
I recently had a talk about accepting any job at this point. I should push a little further. Not even for me. For him. I'm helping him wallow in this depression instead of pulling him out.
Monday, January 12, 2015
Getting That Old Love Back
Okay rough patch is done. This is how it got smoothed out...
So week before last,Crab did something. I'm not sure what it was but what ever it was it made me feel the need to speak on it.
As usual it wasn't met with a warm reception. After that I was cool to him. Not cold. But cool. I wasn't rushing to make dinner. I wasn't calling all times of the day. I stayed home most days. Well a few days ago we were talking about something and he said
"You're such a good person" My response was to laugh and say "Shut up"
C: Why are you saying shut up. You are a good person
M: Because you're being sarcastic.
C: You don't think I meant it
M: (laughing) stop playing! You were being sarcastic right?
C: Why would you think I was being sarcastic
M: Because you usually are when you say something nice. It's usually followed by laughing or a criticism. That's all. That's just why I didn't get that you were being serious.
C: I'm kind of hurt that you think I'm always saying mean things to you.
M: Don't be hurt. I'm just not used to it. I didn't mean to offend you. But honestly you are usually complaining about something I didn't do, or something I did wrong... not just saying nice things out of nowhere
C: I tell you all the time how much I appreciate you.
M: You might think it in your head but it's got to have been like 4 or 5 months since you've said something like that
C: Well I'm sorry. I do love and appreciate you
And since then I've had my old Crab back. Calling me through the day to see how I'm doing. Reminding me to drive safely. He even touched my face as I was falling asleep last night.
I guess it just speaks to how you can't MAKE a person see something. I'd been trying to force this down his throat for months. Trying to have talks and let him know what I was feeling. But all he'd do when I did was shut down. He'd get defensive and offensive and become like a brick wall. And it was just so simple as me mistaking a simple sentence for sarcasm and BOOM he understood. I've gotten I love yous (which he never said FIRST) and so much sweetness.
And just now he asked if I'd help him study. He said he thinks he needs a little push. He's lost motivation and he really needs me to help him.
I can do that!
So week before last,Crab did something. I'm not sure what it was but what ever it was it made me feel the need to speak on it.
As usual it wasn't met with a warm reception. After that I was cool to him. Not cold. But cool. I wasn't rushing to make dinner. I wasn't calling all times of the day. I stayed home most days. Well a few days ago we were talking about something and he said
"You're such a good person" My response was to laugh and say "Shut up"
C: Why are you saying shut up. You are a good person
M: Because you're being sarcastic.
C: You don't think I meant it
M: (laughing) stop playing! You were being sarcastic right?
C: Why would you think I was being sarcastic
M: Because you usually are when you say something nice. It's usually followed by laughing or a criticism. That's all. That's just why I didn't get that you were being serious.
C: I'm kind of hurt that you think I'm always saying mean things to you.
M: Don't be hurt. I'm just not used to it. I didn't mean to offend you. But honestly you are usually complaining about something I didn't do, or something I did wrong... not just saying nice things out of nowhere
C: I tell you all the time how much I appreciate you.
M: You might think it in your head but it's got to have been like 4 or 5 months since you've said something like that
C: Well I'm sorry. I do love and appreciate you
And since then I've had my old Crab back. Calling me through the day to see how I'm doing. Reminding me to drive safely. He even touched my face as I was falling asleep last night.
I guess it just speaks to how you can't MAKE a person see something. I'd been trying to force this down his throat for months. Trying to have talks and let him know what I was feeling. But all he'd do when I did was shut down. He'd get defensive and offensive and become like a brick wall. And it was just so simple as me mistaking a simple sentence for sarcasm and BOOM he understood. I've gotten I love yous (which he never said FIRST) and so much sweetness.
And just now he asked if I'd help him study. He said he thinks he needs a little push. He's lost motivation and he really needs me to help him.
I can do that!
Saturday, January 3, 2015
TRAPPED
Okay another quick vent.
I feel TRAPPED. Trapped Trapped Trapped.
Sometimes I wonder if Crab doesn't get a job because he thinks if he does I'll leave him. Because I won't leave him down and out. I just can't. There's no one else. No family no friends to pick up the pieces that I do.
I'm sure you remember the Crab from the beginning. Super stylish. Smelled awesome. Great personality.
Now this Crab....
NEVER gets out of the bed. EVER NEVER EVER Only to go to the gym. He is just always laying in the bed. Like always!
Sleeps ALL day.
Rarely seems to shower.
He's cynical. Has a nasty attitude. Always has to be right. Always has some smart shit to say. He's a fucking jerk.
I try to be positive in hopes that it will rub off on him but nope. When he says some nasty sarcastic shit I ignore it. Don't feed into his bullshit.
Yeah... Yeah... being unemployed for like ever sucks. It's depressing. But you know what sucks more?
Working 2 jobs. Being tired. Supporting 3 people with $120-$150 week. I sacrificed. I HAVE SACRAFICED! My son sacrificed. And Crab sits at home being a free fucking nanny for his good for nothing bitch of a daughter!
Whew!
I needed to get that out.
I love him. I do. We have our good days, weeks, months. But This week, this is how I feel.
Thank you.
2 MINUTES LATER....
I had no idea that my previous post was pretty much the same subject! WOW! Sorry guys. I must really be struggling with this. Blog Therapy. Blog Therapy.
I feel TRAPPED. Trapped Trapped Trapped.
Sometimes I wonder if Crab doesn't get a job because he thinks if he does I'll leave him. Because I won't leave him down and out. I just can't. There's no one else. No family no friends to pick up the pieces that I do.
I'm sure you remember the Crab from the beginning. Super stylish. Smelled awesome. Great personality.
Now this Crab....
NEVER gets out of the bed. EVER NEVER EVER Only to go to the gym. He is just always laying in the bed. Like always!
Sleeps ALL day.
Rarely seems to shower.
He's cynical. Has a nasty attitude. Always has to be right. Always has some smart shit to say. He's a fucking jerk.
I try to be positive in hopes that it will rub off on him but nope. When he says some nasty sarcastic shit I ignore it. Don't feed into his bullshit.
Yeah... Yeah... being unemployed for like ever sucks. It's depressing. But you know what sucks more?
Working 2 jobs. Being tired. Supporting 3 people with $120-$150 week. I sacrificed. I HAVE SACRAFICED! My son sacrificed. And Crab sits at home being a free fucking nanny for his good for nothing bitch of a daughter!
Whew!
I needed to get that out.
I love him. I do. We have our good days, weeks, months. But This week, this is how I feel.
Thank you.
2 MINUTES LATER....
I had no idea that my previous post was pretty much the same subject! WOW! Sorry guys. I must really be struggling with this. Blog Therapy. Blog Therapy.
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