Saturday, October 14, 2006

Whatta Hassle


Always the shown house, never the sold house. What a complete pain in the neck. We're having lots of showings which means that we have to get the dogs packed up (pun intended) in the truck and leave the house, most of the time without necessarily having a place to go. Once this week we went over to Pant's (Nancy Dancehall's) and as a result one of the dogs peed on the carpet and part of the couch. There's the kind of guest ou like to see, eh? Come on over and have your wild animals piss on our stuff. Great. Well, the good news is Pants is still on speaking terms with us and our hoodlum dogs.
It wouldn't suck so badly if we had any signs that anyone was considering our home, and feedback is scarce. It's just a preposterous drill at this stage- they call, Schmoopie goes all OCD on me and sterilizes everthing she can see, and then we run away for a while and sit on our hands. We can go to a dog friendly park or something, but it's starting to become a dull routine. Then we come home and MAYBE we see a business card from the realtor that came by and that's the end of it. Then another call and we start over. Lather, rinse, repeat. If we're particularly lucky, we get back-to-back showings, and don't have to go home and redo the drill, although that means that much more time away doing nothing, other than dealing with bored kids and frustrated dogs.
For those unfamiliar with the area, the Denver area housing market is the suckiest it's ever been- record numbers of homes on the market and a record number of foreclosures. This is the market we are trying to deal with. We've lowered the price of the house and we are now the lowest priced of the 14 homes of a similar size/type/model in our area. Maybe that'll make a difference. I'm no depressed, but I am weary of this fire drill of activity. Schmoopie may be near to official depression. None of us is looking forward to being apart for even a little while, but like Schmoop said this AM, it's not like I'll be in Iraq or some other miserable protracted thing. It's an unusual reality check for me to think about the military families in those terms- I mean I knew it would suck for them to have family overseas, but I guess it puts a more tangible or identifiable framework on the problem. I'm thinking I need to shut up. These are problems we've invited upon ourselves, and the outcomes will be quite pleasant. If only the military families had something to look forward to like this.

11 Comments:

Blogger drama-addict said...

The process does sound tedious...

11:16 PM  
Blogger Cheesy said...

Have you advertised on the Net sweet thang?

8:41 AM  
Blogger Nancy Dancehall said...

I'd rather you came over and all of you pissed on my carpets than have certain individuals show up with cash and fabulous prizes.

There's piss, and then there's piss.

Buried St. Joseph yet? Strong Catholic mojo there.

12:21 PM  
Blogger Scott from Oregon said...

When my house was on the market, I would simply throw my two dogs in my truck and roll up the windows so you couldn't hear them barking. Then I would follow the buyers around and make threatening gestures everytime they hinted at not liking something.

I had the added angsts of having built or installed everything myself, as well as having started with the funkiest hippy house (there is that damn word applied to my world again) imaginable.

Finally, a hippy bar owner walked in and fell in love with the place.

But it took awhile, and several false starts and stops.

2:07 PM  
Anonymous O said...

I was wondering where the "fresh dog piss smell" came from. :) I figgered that stoopid Sam was up to it again - it's not like your dogs did anything he hadn't done already. Come over any time, piss or no. And feel free to drop previous commitments with other people in favor of coming over, too.
Selling a house is a grand pain in the ass - in spite of losing you and your family to the northwest, I do indeed hope it sells sooner rather than later.
OSF

3:07 PM  
Blogger drama-addict said...

Re: Your Comment

I do often feel guilty for taking time to unwind. My "to-do list" is often a mile long, so it's hard for me to enjoy doing something frivolous without being haunted by the thought that I SHOULD be doing something else (i.e. my dissertation, my publication on personality and intelligence, my resume).

As for the text to Connor (the ex), yes I suppose it's a more high-tech version of drunk dialing. Plus, it forces you to be brief. Thing is, when I texted him, I wasn't even drunk. I just wanted him to know that I was out having fun while he...um...wasn't. You see, when we were together, I gave up my weekends to drive out to see (an hour and 15 minute drive) so I didn't have much time for my friends. Connor doesn't really have friends, so he wasn't giving up all that much. I suppose I just wanted to make the point that (a) I have friends and (b) I had a life before him that I've easily slipped back into. While he remains alone with only his textbooks for comfort. Actually...those are my textbooks.

Bah, this is long winded. But I hope you enjoyed the explanation. Thanks for calling me out on stuff. It forces me to evaluate my reasons for behaving in that way.

6:04 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

You know, its amazing how hard it is and I sadly can see my future when I start looking for my new job.

Although I hate to see you see your house for less that it could have gone for last year I'm glad you did it.

You know worse yet you could just pack up the whole fam, clean out the house and move, fly back to do the paperwork and probably get less hassle renting than leaving the house everytime someone wants to see the house.

Be safe.
(heh, my word verification is d1rty... well it made me smile)

7:18 AM  
Blogger Stucco said...

Hi Cheesy- yes ma'am- were on the net. Five showings this weekend, so we weren't home all that much. Yikes.

Pants & O- You guys rawk. Knock knock. (Who's there?) Urine. (Urine Who?) Urine in our hearts- and I'm still gonna try and get you all to move up.

Scott- You should know the extent to which you have been making Schmoopioe laugh. I hear her snickering these days and there is a high likelihood that she's reading something you wrote.

Drama-addict, why do you care to rub his nose in your alleged good times? Not really "over" him, eh?

Heyya J ("That guy" to the rest of you), this is the suckiest part of the whole deal, but I take comfort in knowing my WV is vulgar.

7:55 AM  
Blogger Schmoopie said...

I pulled up all of the available properties just in the 80134 zip and there are almost 800 listed, just on realtor.com. Can you say COMPETITION? Thanks a lot George W. The real estate market, under your regime, has tanked.

9:31 AM  
Blogger Scott from Oregon said...

schmoopie--

The market is more predicated on the previous market than GW's "plans" for a better America.

No matter who was at the helm, this glut was due.

I would seek a family who was just tossed from their establishment due to a foreclosure and rent to them. They may get behind a few months here and there on paying you rent, but you will get MORE money in the long run if you ride this out by renting to poor schmucks and buy in Seattle while THEIR market is also slowed, making shallow offers to houses that have been on the market awhile.

Make sense?

Stucco. I want your poopy story for my blog. May I have it?

5:52 PM  
Blogger Stucco said...

Hi Scott,

Of course- be my guest.

Cheers.

8:05 AM  

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