This and that

Now the doctor came in stinking of gin
And proceeded to lie on the table
He said Rocky you met your match
And Rocky said, Doc it’s only a scratch
And I’ll be better I’ll be better doc as soon as I am able.

I should have known what the banging was outside my home office window. It was Rocky and his buddies coming into the backyard for a party. They can’t party in our neighbor’s back yard because he’s a cop and he sprayed pepperspray where they built their raccoon fort. So last night when it was time to send Mr. Man out for his evening constitutional, I judiciously flipped on the porch light and Rocky headed for the oak tree. He ran around the back of it, climbed halfway up the trunk and peered around at the door to verify that I was going to indeed release the Hounds of Hell. I wish I had a picture of Rocky peering out from the trunk of the tree, it was really cute, by raccoon standards. Beauregard exploded out the door with a fevor he reserves for our four legged intruders. Rocky headed deep into the oak tree never to be seen again.

Just because lenders piss me off

We got the deal for the condo for the parents. We waited over a week to hear back from these wankers. Then as a condition they unilaterally lower the purchase price by $1000 and dink us $100 a day for every day past our original closing date we go. Personally, I think that’s just typical lender arrogance, which is why I hate them so much. Then they required us to go with their title company. (Insert the sound of a needle being dragged across an old LP right here). After 31 years in the title business that sent red flags flying in every direction. It was like Valderama tackled a referee. I stewed about that condition all night, but this morning I fired off this missive:

It is highly unusual that the seller demands to pick the title company. As Contra Costa County is a buyer pay, the buyer should be allowed to choose the company they purchase their policy from. That being said, I am concerned that the seller is going to open this with a Southern California escrow agent that participates in questionable business practices. Southern California is renowned for that sort of behavior and it would answer the question of why the seller is adamant about picking the title company. That being said, and in the interest of getting this thing closed, we are acquiescing to this unusual request. I think it would be best to advise the seller’s agent the level of sophistication of your buyer. Please feel free to advise them of my position, the fact that Father Winedog was a licensed Real Estate Broker for 45 years and the fact that The Brother is an Attorney practicing law in the State of California. We will be in the position to close on October 6, 2007. We will not tolerate any irregularities or unnecessary delays brought on by the escrow agent, when we were not allowed to choose our own.

Stay tuned, this is going to be interesting.

Guilty Pleasure

I will confess that I watch “The Biggest Loser”. It’s the only reality tv show you can watch and root for every single participant to do well. I get fired up watching the trainers too, it makes me work out much harder when it’s on. This time I think Kae is going to win the whole thing. That Army background made her tough and now she can smell what her life used to be like, she’s the force to be reckoned with. A woman might finally win the thing. In honor of last nights success, I slept in and didn’t go to the gym. In my defense, I was up half of the night stewing about the ass clown seller requiring us to use their title company, which I know is going to be in Southern California. I think I was pretty good this morning and with a shot like that over the bow, they know not to kickback on this deal.

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