Archive for the ‘Work’ category

Christmas Miracle!

October 17, 2011

I can’t believe it. If you were here, I’d ask you to pinch me… in a nice way, of course.

1+ year, 1 messy contract, 9 Addendum, tons of back and forth, four letter words, laughing, crying, yelling, begging, countess hours in email and phone time, and the hardest deal of my life as an agent has finally closed AND funded.

Everything literally came down to the last-minute… 6 minutes before a deadline and a possible blow up of everything I’ve worked so hard for, and not only did my deal close (last week), but it actually funded this afternoon. Which means IT IS OVER! I’ve never put so much of myself into my job like I did on this sucker. I worked and fought hard for my client, and definitely earned every penny. Think of it this way: the last two months has been like an endless root canal, and today I just strolled out of the dentist’s office.

For those people out there who think real estate agents just fall arse backwards into money, let me tell you something… I WISH! Agents play not only the role of real estate expert and professional, but also wear the hat of friend, reality check-er, therapist, lawyer, thug and arm twister, negotiator, contractor, secretary, babysitter and hand holder. Seriously, it’s a lot of hard work, especially these days. The time of easy deals is over, and they are harder to come by and a lot more work than even 5 years ago, when I began. The good thing about all of this is that it was an educational experience that money could never buy, and I had to get through it to learn these pretty important lessons.

It still hasn’t totally hit me that I can take a deep breath and celebrate. I’m grateful to have such a great broker who was a great source of support and advice, as well as my tolerant husband who put up with my busy schedule and nights spent putting out fires. I’m looking forward to volleyball tomorrow night with the girls, and plan on taking any pent-up anxiety out on the ball.

So give me a “Whoop whoop”. Sweeeeeet.


I’m Not Dead. Yet.

September 17, 2011

I’m still alive, in spite of my dwindling posts as of late.

There are two main reasons I’ve been staying away, and they both happen to do with work.

I’m still nursing my two real estate deals along, but it looks like there might actually be an end in sight… someday. Not only are these two simultaneously going on, but I’ve had various issues along the way. That is not uncommon in real estate, and the good thing about being in this profession is that even after years, you still learn something new from every transaction.

The agent stuff has kept me busy, but the real time murderer is my new job. And after a few teases here and there, I’m taking this time, at 7:30 am on a Saturday morning, which is about first second I’ve had to catch my breath these days, to tell you about it.

I am working for a property management company whose home base is located just below¬† Solitude Ski Resort. I’m working at the office 3 days per week, and I while I’m sure my tune will change once snow hits, I couldn’t ask for a more beautiful place to go to. Here is what I get to see when I look out the window at my place of employment.

The leaves are just starting to change, and for now, the 30 minute drive isn’t too bad.

The other part of this job is more of an “on call” thing that I am able to do from home.

I’ve been “training” for the past month, and getting various details worked out definitely took longer than expected. But I’m now up and running, and feel like I have a pretty good grasp on things. There is still a lot to learn, but as the season gets into swing, I have no doubt I’ll be baptized by fire. The great thing about it is that I actually am enjoying the job. Not only are the hours ideal (the majority of the hours are when my kids are in school), but it being part-time makes me feel like I might actually have a chance to still have a life and be a good mom/wife AND work :).

The first “real” day on the job was INSANE for me. Actually, the past week has been a crazy one. I thought working (partially) from home would be easy. HA! I have had some days that between my two jobs I’ve put in 10-12 hours, and went to bed with a ton of stuff left to do. PLUS, I have those 5 kids that sort of need me. I think the words, “I might have a nervous breakdown soon” and “I wish that there were 30 hours in a day” might have escaped my lips at some point. Luckily things have calmed the past 3 days. Or maybe I’m finding my niche and getting into the swing of things. But now you know why I’ve been a little M.I.A.

This morning I’m sitting at a booth for the charity that I sit on the board for. Other than that, I hope to have a weekend that entails me catching up on laundry and housework, and also wiping the sweat from the brow of Mr. N while watching the HOLY WAR tonight :).

Oodles of Changes

August 22, 2011

This past week has been a full one, and life is going to be changing around here.

First, our 9-year-old girls have been bugging us for quite some time about sharing a room. My twins, Emma & Cooper, have been sharing a room for about a year, and while it’s been fine, in the back of my mind I’ve known that it would be short-lived. As much as they love each other, I think that at some point a brother and sister have to go their separate ways when it comes to the living arrangement. And really it made sense for the girls to room together. Not only are they the same age, but they almost never fight and they like the same things. Greg & I told them it would happen, but hadn’t really made any plans or preparations for the move. Last week I just sort of started the process one day, and 24 hours later, we had switched Alex & Cooper. Alex & Emma are now roomies, and for the first time since moving into this house, Cooper has a room of his own. Everyone seems pretty happy with the new arrangement.

All of this room swapping made me realize that we can never move. The sheer amount of crap that these kids have is overwhelming, and it’s only a fraction what is in the house. Guess we’re here to stay.

I’ve also been really busy with work. I’ve got a buyer who I’ve been working with for over a year and who this last week put an offer in on a house. It’s kept me really busy, but it feels good to be on the front line of negotiating a deal and seeing this through. Also on the “work front”, which is typically slow for me, I was offered a part-time job working with my real estate broker (already kind of my boss), assisting him with his other business. After Mr. N & I married, I put my real estate-ing on the back burner and focused solely on my family. Getting semi-back into a working state of mind is exciting and also a little scary. Luckily it’s only a few days a week and will be somewhat flexible around my schedule. There are still a lot of details to be worked out, but it will be interesting to see how this all unfolds.

Last but not least, today was the first day of school for the older kids (Kindergarten doesn’t start until next week). I cannot believe I have a child in 6th grade! I remember sending him to his first day of preschool, and it doesn’t seem that long ago. Now my babies are in 3rd grade, and my step-daughter, who I started caring for every day when she was only two, is starting school as well. My how the time does fly!

This summer has honestly been the best since becoming a parent, and I’m oddly sad to see it end. Most years I’ve been ready to have the kids start school and out of my hair for half the day. But I’ve enjoyed having them home for the past 2 months, and I’m not sure that I’m ready for the early mornings, days filled with volunteering, and hours of homework at night. UGH! But it will be nice to get back into our routine and have a schedule. I’m also pretty sure that their brains deteriorated over the summer, so getting a little cranial exercise will be good for them. I hope they all love their teachers and give their best efforts this year. If we could only get them to smile even slightly naturally. It’s the truest¬† evidence that they are getting older… they are too cool to smile :).

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Farewell Utah

February 4, 2010

Here’s a side note to my post before it’s even begun. Tuesday night we went to a broadway play, Avenue “Q” (thanks Mom & Dad). I didn’t have any idea what it was about but it was definitely NOT what I expected. It was HILARIOUS! And so incredibly raunchy and sexually charged that I was slightly mortified watching it with my parents and somewhat conservative sister and her hubby. I’ve seen my share of plays (my parents get season tickets to all the plays that come through the Capital and Kingsbury Hall), but this was unlike anything I had seen before. Many of the characters were puppets and yet still humans. So hard to explain, but for me it was like Sesame Street on ecstasy. Good times.

In other news, I’m off to a land of warm(er) delights this weekend. Arizona to be exact. The purpose is more business than pleasure, but I”ll do my damndest to squeeze as much pleasure out of the get away that I can . If I have anything to say about it, it’ll be a 25/75 split (pleasure being the later of course).

Courtesy of the foundation which I happen to sit on the board, we are really looking forward to this weekend. I shall partake in a much-anticipated spa resort massage while Greg gets to golf on an amazing course (who will host some big pro tourney the week after we leave. And yes, that is an actual picture of the golf course). Woo hoo!

All I need now is to 1) get over this stupid flu that decided to beotch slap me yesterday, 2) pack, and 3) leave the house relatively clean. And #3 is negotiable. The logistics of scheduling the kids whereabouts and care taking can be a little overwhelming, but I think it’s all figured out and I, for one, plan on taking this opportunity to relax. Tucson, HERE I COME!


October 24, 2008

As a real estate agent, I’m required to take a certain number of classes/hours in order to renew my license.

Right now, at this very moment, I’m sitting in one of these classes.

Someone… ANYONE… please, come save me. I am having thoughts of stabbing myself in the eye with my pencil just to add some excitement. AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

And if you’d bring a club or some sort of hammer to beat the man sitting behind me… the long haired hippie agent that CANNOT not make a comment every 30 seconds. Kill me (and him)… please.

Mother’s Day Realization

May 13, 2008

This Mother’s Day, as my kids gave me the cute cards they created, it hit me. It’s me who should be thanking them.

Things I’ve learned from my kids:

  • Acceptance: They accept everyone just as they are. My oldest doesn’t care that his best friend comes from a poor family. He doesn’t mind that one of his friends in school is black. They don’t notice if someone is wearing jeans from Wal-mart or a designer brand. They don’t care if someone talks a little funny, or acts a little weird. They see the qualities in people that really matter.
  • Trust: Maybe it’s the lack of life experience, but it’s a quality I love in them. They trust people even when given a reason not to. Even when I let them down they don’t become jaded or bitter… they move past it and believe in me again.
  • Forgiveness: They are true masters in forgiving and forgetting. They may fight and argue, but they don’t hold grudges. One steals a toy, the other throws a punch. But 5 minutes later, they are laughing and playing together.
  • Love: Being a mom has taught me more about love than any other relationship I’ve been in. From the moment they took their first breaths, the unconditional love that I have for them has been indescribable. There is nothing that they could do that would ever change that. They have taught me to love unconditionally and fiercely.
  • Patience: Sitting in isolation in a hospital room for 5 days would be enough to drive anyone crazy. But the way that Emma took it all in stride was truly amazing. She didn’t EVER complain when they poked her numerous times a day to draw blood. She didn’t cry because the nurses kept coming in at night to take vital signs. She hasn’t whined about having to sit still for hours while she receives her i.v. antibiotics at home.
  • Attitude: They have the most positive attitudes of anyone I’ve known. They can take a seemingly crappy situation and see the good and potential fun in it.
  • Fun: My kids can have enjoy themselves anywhere! Even when I’m feeling tired or grumpy, they have a way of making even the most mundane tasks like making lunch fun. They say the cutest things that can’t help but make me smile.
  • Relationships: They have a pure appreciation for the people in their lives. They don’t see people as disposable commodities.
  • Honesty: Sometimes embarrassingly so, my kids are honest to the core. They have not learned to warp the truth to sugar coat things or manipulate. If they are hurt, you know about it. If they are happy, you feel that as well.
  • Empathy: When they hear a story about a child dying, they cry for them. At my grandmothers funeral, they softly touched her face and whispered their goodbyes in her ear. And then went over to my sad mother and gave her a hug and told her it would be OK. When they see me upset or grumpy, they are quick to throw their arms around my neck and tell me that they love me.
  • Romance: Being a single mom, and back in the dating shark infested waters pool, they have indirectly helped me to make some of the best choices in possible mates. On my own I may have settled for someone that probably was not right for me. But being a mom and wanting the best for my children has forced me to “weed” out undesirable men (maybe not as soon as I should have, but it’s the result that counts, right?) that I may have otherwise settled for. They have helped me to realize not only what I want and need for myself, but also for them.
  • Selflessness: I believe that it is human nature to (at times) be selfish. It’s not always a bad thing. But being a mom has taught me how to put my own desires aside to accomplish a bigger (and more important) goal.
  • Joy: I remember thinking about what my life as a wife and a mother would look like. In some ways it is very much that way. But many things didn’t turn out as I expected. The years since my children were born have brought many “trials”. But I can say that each and every one of them has taught me something about myself. Most poignantly, about joy. This may be the biggest lesson I’ve learned from my little ankle bitters: Even though it may look different than the picture painted in my head, I am blessed. I feel joy from the simple things in my life. A kind of joy that no car, home, hot tub or job can provide.

By no means do I claim to have perfect children. Sometimes they throw fits. Sometimes they cry. Sometimes they get on my last nerve and test my patience. Sometimes I think about selling them to the gypsies.

But I can with certainty say that I’m better because of them. They unknowingly help me strive daily to be a better mom, woman, lover, friend, ex-wife, daughter, and person. They keep me grounded and enable me to see the big picture. Their existence brings me a clarity and gives my life purpose beyond just living day to day.

I feel blessed to be their mother. I am in awe of their goodness. I pray that I can be the mother that they deserve and hope that in spite of my downfalls, they will become the amazing people they have the potential to be.

This post is dedicated to my children — who have taught me more in 8 years than I could have learned in a lifetime without them:

There Has To Be A Better Way

March 27, 2008


Forget the iron maiden, the rack, or the thumbscrew.

The most torturous device ever created is the microfiche scanner at the library. I don’t think I’ll ever be the same.