I have come to the realization that it is tough to surround yourself with people you can trust. So far, I believe I have done an alright job with it. I have been burned by friends, but who hasn’t. That’s just life. I started to realize that finding good people to do business with, is just as hard… maybe harder. Kinsey and I have been trying to buy a home for the last 6 months. We have come close twice, with this last one being the one… not. Everything keeps getting pushed back. A new roof was put in, paper work needed to be filed, blah, blah, blah. I call that necessary, but quite boring. We just trucked along. The owner of the house, who happens to be a real estate agent, kept updating our real estate agent. Our agent happens to be one of our really good friends, so she has been an all-star.
We figured that we hit the jackpot. Love the house, seller was willing to fix things, and he is a real estate agent! That’s good right? He should know how to keep things ethical and make everything go smoothly. Today we found out that was not the case. Homeboy had led us to believe he had filed some paper work that was very necessary. Our agent, who was sick of his constant setbacks, looked into it and found out that was not the case. Not a big deal, right? Wrong. It’s some paperwork that has to do with some tax thing. I would explain it, but you would have to allow me to perform some surgery on you. Oh, you don’t want that? Cool. We have a deal, I won’t explain it. Point is, we are not even close to closing on this house now, because of this guy. Great! He was sent an email that said we were not happy. His very professional response:
“If they don’t like it… they can leave it.”
Oh really? We spent lots of money on inspections, we wasted time not looking for a new house, my bank wasted money putting a loan together on a house that was supposed to close on Oct. 5th… and that’s his response? Cool. My response to him was this (which is based on my favorite tweet of all time from Kraddick):
“Ok. Well, I will be putting a list together of the worst real estate agents in this area. Here’s the list: You. That concludes my list.”
We have not heard back from him, but I am pretty sure that this is not going to go down now. Why can’t buying a house be like buying a car? They make that so much easier. You get ripped off more often, but at least it’s easy.
In other news: Kinsey is in full on Mexican mode. She goes to the Mexican market, and calls me, roughly, every 4 minutes because she is learning the culture. Her main questions this trip were:
“What are cashetes?” I told her that “cachetes” translates to cheeks. She’s still learning to pronounce the “ch” sound.
She called back and asked, “why are all these Mexican ladies pinching Cason’s cheeks?” I laughed. It is something Mexican people do to let you know that you have a beautiful baby, and because some believe its good luck. So Kinsey get home and lets me know that she pinched every baby she saw, which made her trip last twice as long. I love how she longs to be Mexican. As long as she doesn’t go chola on me, we should be all good. Cholas are the girls who die their hair jet black, wear baggy clothes, or really slutty outfits, and use the very popular sharpie to give themselves some awesome eyebrows that depict their mood. Angry, happy, sad… they can draw it all.