My Realtor Might Be THE BEST EVAH!!
Since my last post I’m still waiting to close on my house. A house that I believed might have been lost to the fact that even though I needed an extra two thousand dollars, I had no idea where I’d get them.
Since my offer for the house was accepted and then the appraisal came back, I’ve been going back and forth with the seller’s agent regarding the price of the home. It appraised at $133K, but the seller still wanted to sell it at $135K. Because I have an FHA loan I couldn’t borrow the money for the extra two grand. I had to have it gifted to me. I never thought of asking my boss (like Fake Supervisor does) because I have some integrity and don’t think to use people for what they can give me or how my relationship with them will benefit me.
On Tuesday I woke up crying because I had to call JMR to tell him I was going to have to withdraw my offer on the house because there was no way I was going to be able to come up with two thousand dollars. As I dialed his number I thought this poor guy has helped me since April, and now we’re going to have to start all over again. He answered and was his upbeat, chipper self, but when he noticed my somber tone he asked what was wrong. I explained and he said “Look, you need to just relax and I understand that two thousand dollars is a lot of money for someone to come up with overnight. But, God has a plan for all of us and maybe you should talk to the Big guy and pray. If it doesn’t go your way it wasn’t meant to be, and if it does, God had something to do with it.” Now, I’m not a religious person and some even think I’m the devils spawn and taking into consideration who my mother is, they’re not too far off from the truth. But I am a spiritual person, I believe in God and that His divine wisdom would lead me in the right direction, even if it wasn’t with this house. I told myself I had to have faith, because if JMR had faith in me, I might as well try.
He said that he was going to call the Bitch Mortgage company lady to talk to her to see if she can find some other programs I might qualify for. I thanked him and hung up the phone and I completely broke down. I hadn’t cried in years but I couldn’t take the mental and emotional rollercoaster I had been on since this entire home buying process started. My son came out of his room and said he’d heard me talking to JMR, who happens to be his realtor as well. He said he called my youngest and talked to him and between the two, gifted me $1500. I cried even more, I can’t believe I have such wonderful boys.
Which makes me wonder if they were switched at birth given that they are devils spawn’s spawn. Anyway, the next day I called JMR to tell him I had managed to get fifteen hundred dollars together and he told me that the seller was dead set on the entire $135K.
He told me he was still taking to the seller’s agent and that he had to meet with her and the seller later that day. But he wasn’t promising me anything so I needed to start looking at other homes currently on the market. My elation turned to disappointment yet again, and he told me he was still trying to work on some other options and he’d get back to me.
Well later that day he sent me a text that he was going to send me an amendment to the original contract for me to sign. I just said okay without thinking too much about it, as I was at work and dealing with jerkoffs here that are hell bent on making my life a living hell.
During lunch I looked at the contract and it was for $134K, and I was confused and yet excited. I called JMR and said “I don’t know what you did or said but, is the house really for $134K?” He said yes it was, and then I asked him what had happened, he responded with “Don’t worry about it, just sign the contract and we’ll be off to the races. The final stretch is here and you’ll be closing soon.” I signed off on the amendment and a few other documents from the mortgage company. And now I wait for JMR to call me that we have an appointment to sign the final paperwork. My wonderful boys and awesome realtor have make this week a tsunami of emotions. My little one and oldest were quick to step up to the plate to help me (my poor middle son isn’t as financially stable as his brothers) and my oldest is buying his own house as well.
I’m very proud of all my boys because as adults they have made up for every sleepless night, every time I had to clean up after them when they threw up for eating too much pizza and Big Red soda. Having to pay for something they broke, going through three tonsillectomies, two broken bones, two sets of braces, one broken windshield, a half burned hay bale (it’s a long story), scratching my new car, going to parent teacher conferences and so much more. My boys are not perfect because after they are the devils spawn’s spawn. But, they are responsible, good hearted, loving grown men and I’m so proud of the men they’ve become. I hope that I had something to do with that, although I could do without their constant sarcasm and wicked sense of humor. I have no idea where the fuck they got that from?
Random Things You Didn’t Know About The Huntress
My Tastes In Music Is Quite Broad
Growing up my parents listened to Mexican music, which to this day I detest vehemently. It’s like nails on a chalkboard. And it hasn’t gotten any better if you ask me, even the different genres are not enough to entice me to listing to this horrible music. There are Nortenas, Corridas and I could go on and on and on, but I don’t want to throw up my food so I’ll stop. I won’t listen to any music in Spanish that has accordions, trumpets or tubas. That music was derived from the Germans who settled in Mexico a long time ago, and then it evolved from Polka-ish to just plain noise pollution. BUT, I will listen to and affectionately sing along with Salsa music, yes it’s in Spanish as well. But it’s much more mellow and romantic than that crappy Mexican music. Cuban and Puerto Rican, even Brazilian Bosa nova music is like a cloud of lyrics flowing softly into my ears and I can sing, dance and relax to it. Then I go off the other end and say I listen to Country music as well, but country music from the late 70’, 80’s and early to mid-90’s because today’s country music sounds all the same to me. I can’t tell the difference between artists who come on the radio anymore, so I’m sticking to what I grew up with and what I learned to love, like Alan Jackson, Clint Black, Travis Tritt, Marty Stuart, Ronnie Milsap and Dwight Yoakam. Female artists like Reba McEntire, Roseanne Cash, Carleen Carter, Patty Loveless and I could go on and on.
Country Rock or Soft Rock bands such as the Eagles, The Allman Brothers, CCR (Clearance Clearwater Revival) the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band, Lynard Skynard, Poco, Jackson Brown and sooooo many others.
I also have an affinity for heavy metal, Metallica, Megadeath, early Black Sabbath, Judas Priest, AC/DC, Iron Maiden, Motorhead and Pantera to name a few. And some new metal music, not so much as heavy as piercing and soul shattering, such as Halestorm, Evenessance, Lacuna Coil and Kamelot, their song The Haunting is just that, haunting and metal beauty at its best. What I listen too depends on what mood I’m in, if I’m in a bad mood then Metal it is (which seems to be a lot lately.)
If I’m in a mellow mood I listen to Salsa, and if I’m reminiscing I listen to Country. One thing I won’t listen to besides Mexican music that is, is Grunge. Not going there, never will and I’m sticking to it.
Progressive Rock is another type of music I love, RUSH, Foreigner, Styx, Cheap Trick, Journey, Kansas, .38 Special, Boston, Triumph and the like because my much older cousins would listen to these artists and well it grew on me.
I also listen to opera, one of my favorite opera singers in Anna Netrebko, she sings the Flower Duet with Elina Garanca with such grace and beauty it will make you cry. No, seriously it’s that beautiful, you should go listen to it now….I’ll wait. Okay your back, so my list goes on and on but I also love music from the 1970’s, easy breezy music like the Commodores, Christopher Cross, Bread, Toto, The Doobie Brothers, Ambrosia, Kenny Loggins or KLog to his friends or Archer apparently.
The entire “Danger Zone” thing has become a “thing” since Archer had him on the show. The US Navy even had some patches made to reflect the “Danger Zone”
And I like music that is mockingly known as “Yacht Rock”….yes that’s a thing, go look it up.
So until next time……this is the Huntress, saying…”Don’t be a Moth Around a Dim Yellow Bulb, Be a Moth to a Flame, Make it worth the Burn!”