Mardi Gras Pictures

Hmmm, yes, we felt a little rough this morning.

But we were probably the most well dressed people there.


I was so proud of my husband. Such a good sport. Love him in the tights.

we're gonna buy your house. Sike!

I'm gonna finally try to tell this story, but I have been avoiding it. Avoiding thinking about it. We finally got an offer on the house. For $79,ooo less than asking. We countered, they countered. They wanted to close in 9 DAYS because they had locked in an amazing (4.27??) rate and only had it for 60 days. They hadn't yet sold their house, and weren't interested in moving until school was out so they wouldn't have to move their kids during school. We finally agreed on a price, with us and our agent bending over backwards. We were taking a huge hit, and she reduced her commission. They came for a second visit and looked forever. They couldn't get the appraisal back in time to get their rate, but they were still in love with the house and wanted it. They had to know what an amazing deal they were getting.
Then..... They sent word that they had "decided not to decide."

WHAT THE HELL?

So, I guess we're back to square one. I can't say I blame them. Once they lost the rate, there was no reason to rush things. They really should sell their house first. And they don't want to move yet anyway. But, I sure wish they hadn't yanked us around.

That's my story. I tried to write it all week, but I was too depressed to sit and go through it all in my mind again.

I feel trapped and helpless. My house has been for sale almost two years.

went on a date last night

We had the Mother-Son dance last night. S was a wonderful date. Getting in the car, he said, "you're the prettiest girl in town." He dance all night, front and center. He's a great dancer. Just 3 weeks ago, he started taking Hip Hop lessons at a local studio. It's like he finally found his "thing." We had tried baseball, soccer and karate, but all he did at baseball and soccer was dance and play in his own world. It finally struck me to put him in dance. When I watch dancers, I'm always more moved by male dancers. They are so strong and powerful and graceful. I could not have been more proud of him last night.

Happy Valentines Day to my little man.

How?

This kid didn't sleep through the night until he was two. How in the world does he sleep like this? Since removing his bed rail, it isn't unusual to find him hanging off in weird positions. I can't wait to show him this tomorrow morning!

Also, I finished grouting at the office! I am so glad. It looks great, and I'm very proud of it. They'll be able to move in pretty soon.

A date with my little men

I'm a day late, but I'm determined to deliver on a promise to post about something not related to real estate. I do happen to have a cute story about the kids.

S is in kindergarten, and they have to learn a certain number of site words to pass. Not to brag, but my kid is a damn genius! Sorry. He's almost done with all of them for the year, and I'm very proud of him. Our deal is that I take them out for ice cream after school when he passes a new set (they are tested in sets of 10, 200 in all). So, Wednesday, we all went to a local coffee shop. Ice cream for them, Chai latte for mom. It's the first time we've gone there for our ice cream. All three of the boys were SOOOOO good. I felt like I was on a date with the three cutest men in the world. We actually had real conversation. Not just about nickelodeon either. They used their manners and there was no fighting. It was one of those parenting moments that you want to remember forever. There are others that you want to forget immediately, so I really want to treasure this one.

Sometime during the date, S said, "mom, this is a fancy place. I like fancy places." I felt the same way. My days are so full of sweeping, wiping, changing and refereeing that I often forget fancy places and clean clothes. Oh, not that I had on clean clothes. No, I had on sweat pants. Dirty sweat pants. And it was an hour after we got home that I discovered that I had worn my house shoes! Oh well, at least they're uggs.

Same old...

It's becoming embarrassing that all I can blog about it real estate. But here I go again. Tomorrow, I will try to blog about something, anything, else. The showing Saturday went really really well. So well, in fact, that my agent asked me to keep it a secret. If you know anything about me, that's gonna be hard. Even harder? They won't be back until March to make a decision. What the hell's up with everyone waiting a month or more to make a decision? I'm still waiting on the couple who came in early Jan to come back.
Other good news is that we have another showing this Saturday. I'm so thrilled with the increased action. It's more work for me to keep up the house, but it does worlds for my depression. I'm sure my hubby is thankful for that as well.