Preparations have begun...
Jenn is sick
My wife is sick, and I do feel bad for her. One sign of her constitution is that she still made me go to the poker game I had planned last night. This morning, she told me something Lindy did yesterday. Jenn was resting on the couch. She was feeling bad enough that she was just holding her hand against her forehead. Lindy came up to check on her... Lindy: Mommy, let me in. I'll take care of you. [She then moved Jenn's hand and placed hers on Jenn's forehead.] Lindy: [moments later] Mommy? Why do I have my hand on your forehead? 20 of 30 Labels: 30 days
As reported to me...
OK, I wasn't there for this, but a little birdie tells me it sounded like this: [preparations for departure]
Jenn: Oakley, where's Lindy? We have to go. Oakley: [puzzled] Um, on your hip. Jenn: Oh, OK. 10 of 30 Labels: 30 days
Duly Noted
I'm going to use this forum to note something of importance. I received a commitment from each of my daughters just now. The conversations each went something like this. Tim: Good night. Daughter: Good night, Daddy. Tim: I love you. Daughter: I love you, too. Tim: Happy Valentine's Day. Daughter: Happy Valentine's Day, Daddy. Tim: Will you be my valentine forever? Daughter: Yes. Tim: Every year? Daughter: Yes ( happily) I would like it noted that they have each committed to this in perpetuity. When they try to get out of it in 2, 5, 7, 10 years, I would like all you to chime in on my behalf. 6 of 30 Labels: 30 days
Uh-oh...
OK, so I spent almost the whole day at work today. This makes the 30 days, 30 posts things difficult, because I am most certain that you don't really care about the day to day of my job. But, as I previously mentioned, 30 days means plenty of inanity, so, that's what you get. People at work today were treated to a rarity today... they got to hear me through the walls as I was ranting... I spent the afternoon with Mike (my partner) and our realtor. I am certain that I will offend someone (probably a realtor) with this post, but I simply don't get the fees that a realtor is paid. Thus far, we've spent the following time with our realtor (who comes highly recommended) - We did a primary interview
- We negotiated our contract
- He came and visited for less than an hour
- He sent us a list of what I believe was every available property in our defined area
- We picked a few things that were of interest
- Today, he drove us around to those places for about 3 hours
At the end of the day, I indicated that I thought he now had a better sense of what we were after and that he could go find the right place for us. From my perspective, that was today's purpose... to give him enough info that he could dig up a gem. His response, "Well, that's pretty much everything that's out there."
Seriously. If I'm generous, that means he's put in, oh, about 6 hours toward this project. The standard, or colluded, rate for a realtor (just the buyer's) is 3% (or more). Depending on the office we buy/lease, that will be a minimum of $10,000 for the realtor. $10,000+ for maybe 15 hours of work. I'm all for getting as much as you can for doing as little as you can. In a sense, that's what we do well at work. We've built an excellent set of products and we implement and service them, and we charge a lot to do so. But if a potential client wants to, they can find a lower priced provider or they can even choose to do the stuff themselves. They have options. All of the tools that are available to us are also available to them. We want to buy/lease some property. I would love to search the database of available properties myself. But those tools are kept amongst the colluders. They hoard the information and use that to extort the buyers and the sellers. I am aware that the market is moving in the right direction. Zillow, Google, and others are opening this information up, particularly in the residential arena. That's good. I also know there are exceptions... Jenn's brother Brian worked with Brian Copeland to very positive effect in his coming move to Nashville. Copeland knew things Brian and I didn't. He had expertise in a certain part of Nashville and shared it effectively. In total, though, I think the realty system, with its lack of transparency and openness, isn't far from done. At the first moment that I believe I can get away with purchasing a piece of property without a realtor, I will be all over it. So, I'm sure you're now all thrilled that I'm posting 30 times in 30 days. These bits of uninvited brilliance will undoubtedly have you coming back for more ( sarcasm)! 5 or 30 Labels: 30 days
Camp Chippewa
I've written about this before, but I got a nice reminder about it today. Michael Thompson, one of my counselors, and the current director at Camp Chippewa, visited today. He's in town for the ACA and AIC annual conferences, and had enough time to come down to the house for a couple of hours. Mike and I talked about camp for a while, but I'm kept up to date pretty well between the blog and the Rendezvous event I attended this summer. The biggest thing I realized is that camp needs "salespeople" of a sort. Michael spends tons of time "selling" camp to people all around the country. As you're all well aware, I don't produce male offspring. Chippewa is a camp for boys, and for good, well thought out reasons. My influence has stretched to those I work with and my sisters, and even good friends... people that are close to me basically have daughters. So, I doubt that anyone reading this blog actually has a son to whom this would apply, but... I want very much to help send more boys to Chippewa. Whether you are someone I know well, or a random reader of this blog, please write me at tim@flamingobear.com and ask about camp. So often we're asked to help with something we don't care about. It would be awesome to tell people about something I do care about. I came back from my camp visit this summer thinking about it a lot. I spent a lot of time trying to figure out how best to express what camp meant to me. It came down to this... It is a powerful thing to visit the place where you learned the things about yourself of which you are most proud. I remember a lot of stuff from school, and a lot of great people from college or volleyball, or whatever. But at camp, I learned a lot about independence, and how to deal with other people (boys in particular), and how to teach, and how to command attention... and countless other things I'm too tired to try to express eloquently tonight. I'll leave it at that, and it will give me an excuse to tell more about it another time. If you've got a son between the ages of 7 - 15, let me know. I'd love to make the sales pitch... 3 of 30 Labels: 30 days
30 days. 30 posts?
Alright, so, Angie Six, a friend of ours, has started a project today. She's shooting for 30 posts in 30 days. I was commenting on her blog that it sounded like a great idea, and that the result would be really cool to look back on, yadda yadda... And then it occurred to me that I would be pretty stupid not to try it myself. So, why not now, right? Now, I tried something similar in December, where I was shooting for 30 days, 30 sporting events (playing in them, not watching). Through about two and a half weeks, I was ahead of pace... and then the calf injury struck. So, I am well aware that I need to stay ahead of the one per day pace in case a clicking injury comes along (or writer's block). Enjoy this, or use it as a reason to unsubscribe... either way. Regardless, it gives me great license to post the random and the inane. 1 of 30 Labels: 30 days
Self Esteem
Is there any better self esteem builder than your youngest daughter insisting that she bring Raggedy Ann into the bathroom when you need to use the potty, and then having Raggedy Ann clap for you after you do so? As Lindy said, "Raggedy Ann is excited." There's no doubt... I am the man. Labels: lindy, words
Happy Birthday, Aspen (Part I)
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