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Bracing myself for possibly the most difficult six months ahead. . .

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A Woman Should Have
by Pamela Redmond Satran

A woman should have…one old boyfriend she can imagine going back to and one who reminds her of how far she’s come…

A woman should have…enough money within her control to move out and rent a place of her own, even if she never wants to or needs to…

A woman should have…something perfect to wear if the employer, or date of her dreams wants to see her in an hour…

A woman should have…a youth she’s content to leave behind….

A woman should have…a past juicy enough that she’s looking forward to retelling it in her old age….

A woman should have…a set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black lace bra…

A woman should have…one friend who always makes her laugh… and one who lets her cry…

A woman should have…a good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her family…

A woman should have…eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems, and a recipe for a meal, that will make her guests feel honored…

A woman should have…a feeling of control over her destiny…

Every woman should know…how to fall in love without losing herself…

Every woman should know…how to quit her job, break up with a lover and confront a friend without ruining the friendship….

Every woman should know…when to try harder… and when to walk away…

Every woman should know…that she can’t change the length of her calves, the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents…

Every woman should know…that her childhood may not have been perfect…but its over…

Every woman should know…what she would and wouldn’t do for money or love…

Every woman should know…how to live alone… even if she doesn’t like it…

Every woman should know…whom she can trust, whom she can’t, and why she shouldn’t take it personally…

Every woman should know…where to go…be it to her best friend’s kitchen table…or a charming inn in the woods…when her soul needs soothing…

Every woman should know…what she can and can’t accomplish in a day…a month…and a year…

Horizontal stripes are no one’s friend, man!

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20130518-105651.jpg   I swear I had a cute (granted, not as cute to rival Princess Kate or Halle) bump going this am and I’m feeling this angle has me looking more large than I really am- but the two of us are manning the model home in Sneads Ferry (NC) today and tomorrow.  Stop by and say hi, get some groovy decorating ideas (designed by a former Trading Spaces star-I’ll even tell you which one!) and a hug or a belly rub for luck!

Breaking up is hard to do!

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Ah, the turns in the market have all sorts of effects!  After nearly ten years with a certain web host, I’m leaving.  I feel like this is akin to dumping someone on facebook since I have yet to call their office and break the bad news.  Initially, they were dashing, had tons of skillz (bowhunting, nunchuck, etc. a la Napoleon Dynamite). . .but then I started reading Wired mag, learning a little html, getting back in touch with my inner geek (amazing what ten to fifteen years, some lip gloss and a great blow out can do for your geek image, though, I know reading glasses are around the corner soon.).

In short.  I want every bell and whistle I can to serve you better, which, means I have to jump ship and design a new website that better meshes with the other various platforms I have a soap box on. . .and I hope you’ll follow.  I can always been found here at good old WordPress, Twitter, and Facebook. . .and www.910Homes.net will ALWAYS exist, but for the next day or two, I’m smearing it with a face mask, giving it a mani/pedi, and trimming off the dead ends and I hope you love the result.

In the meantime, ignore my eyelid twitch from too much computer time.

Spring has sprung which was cause for a new blog title.

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   TheGlassHouseBlog.com is alive and kicking. . .feel free to pick up a rock every now and then and pitch it my way.  Love some feedback and more ideas. . .this year I think there are a few treats in store in terms of format, new topics, etc. so keep checking back.  New business cards are on order. . .and at some point this spring, I’ll get around to a new head shot but enjoy the snap to your left for the time being.

 Lots happening in the real estate market of Onslow County NC.  I have a few blogs-in-progress but work, handily, gets in the way at times and dampens the creative spirit.  Adding some new folks to the team this year as well, so, should you visit, new smiling faces to meet.

If you’d like a snap shot of the market conditions for your specific needs and timeline, it’s a free serice I provide as well as free relocation services. . .if you’re anywhere in the world, I can research and find you an experienced and friendly agent with a rockin’ track record so you aren’t just throwing darts at the phone book looking for talanted help.

Visit www.910homes.net . . .and if you know a talented computer geek (or happen to be one), I’d love some new layout ideas/options. . .thinking over web domain renovation and I’m open to suggestions.

In the meantime, I’m wrapping up some comparative market analysis projects for a few homes today and managed while out at lunch to find some cotton candy scented body spray at Walgreen’s to complete the Easter Bunny ensemble I’ll don for the annual office Easter party.  Like Elle Woods in Legally Blonde with her pink scented resume. . .I figured smelling less like a costume out of a box after a year, smelling like candy might be helpful with scared wee ones.  We shall see! 

Eating soup with a knife and channeling Sun Tzu. . .and marinating in itunes.

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My desk today. . .sort of speaks for itself.

 

There’s a possibility it’s the caffeine talking but ever experience a good gut-burn that makes you feel like you’re on the right path to something fun and great and mutually beneficial?  I’m there, enjoying the burn and the late night epiphanies and brain storming sessions.  You know you’re passionate about what you’re doing when half asleep at three thirty in the morning you’re scrawling into a moleskine journal next to the bed to try to get something down before you fall back asleep, actually, no that’s just the inspiration.  Hearing your idea is terrible twenty times in a row, some from close family and friends as you morph and develop it then eventually the tides turn and you hear it just might work as you intend it to. . .there’s nothing like your own mother or a former business professor telling you to pack sand to make you put up or shut up on something at the developmental level.

You have to think old school, new school and anticipate the moves of the school with no foundation these days in real estate.  Like any business, I’m sure you’re sitting there shaking  your head, “It’s not rocket science!”. . .thanks Captain Obvious.  It can be frustrating to see some folks advance in business.  Prowess in marketing?  Networking?  Orrrr connections, which, hey, I get it, it’s a networking game, life/business that is and good on ya if you’re out shakin’ your tail feather to push your product or idea.  Maybe it was that business ethics class (since I thought taking one was important) or one too many lock-ins at Baylake United Methodist as a kid but I think it’s weird push your product when there’s a very personal interest at heart. 

Ah, disclosure.  Depending on the state in question, there are some various “direct” connections (Selling agent is builder, Real Estate Firm is Developer). . .but it’s amazing what ISN’T required.  It’s kind of strange to stand back and keep an eye on who’s hand is in who’s pocket in real estate these days.  Referral organizations that take over a third of commissions up front and then push their product but don’t want you to disclose to their referred client that the client indeed has a choice.  Agents who are in one way or another involved with their builder or developer who, perhaps, aren’t doing their due diligence pushing for the best match for a purchase for you but rather something from their personal inventory since it’s proceeds are paying for this year’s trip to cabo or wedding flowers with the builder/developer.  Hey, I know we have some PR work to do.  As real estate professionals, I know a good chunk of this nation is sure we are the new century’s equivalent of a snake oil salesman and frankly, I think you’ve hit the nail on the head with a good portion of us.

I’m feeling a teensy bit riot grrl lately, granted, Doc Martens don’t go with my work attire today but feeling a little grr nonethless.  Am I out to make a buck, you bet, but aren’t we all.  I guess if you’re taking a look at something I have up on the market, I want you to know it’s my best friend’s sister’s house with super cute custom curtains in the family room and if it’s a match to your wish list but I’m most certainly not going to shove it down your throat if it’s not a good match.  Also, I think if you’re representing a builder/developer and you spent the first half of your morning folding their underpants and making them coffee but you aren’t perhaps legally married or it’s a second cousin twice removed, if I were a client, I’d like to know.

Back to my death by spread sheet and paper cut but had to vent for a second.  Happy to lose a battle in the short term (or at least walk away from the school yard) and to gain ground long term.  Day ten (I think) in a row, thinking I may break for the gym then head back to work. . .

PS- To the facebook and blog creeper out there that’s reposted some of my articles (as well as some that seem familiar from fellow bloggers), nice to meet you, I have your isp address, consider this a polite finger wagging to knock it off. . .it’s not nice to plagiarise.  You are welcome to share with a link or repost or trackback buddy. . .seriously, by the looks of things, seems like you don’t write a lick yourself?

Rawr.  End scene.