What A Day

[hilly7]

I started off with 2 1/2 hours of sleep at 8:30am. I started on Fanny Mae's website to see if the Greeneville BPO was taken, it looks as though it was, finally. I call Chase's foreclosure dept to see if the counter offers were recieved and what the status was, repeated and all the while the brokers representing the buyer's (2 offers on the same house the same day, then 2 counters). I get a message from Sandra, it says ok! So I start to call the former broker of another foreclosure that I needed the key to get into, since someone had relieved them of it to say I was on my way. It's now about 10am, just as I'm dialing my wife calls. I have an appointment with a Pulmonologist (mispelled?) at 11:30am. I had just went to Pigeon Forge the day before, but the broker was in a meeting, he was nice and said he would leave the key at his office. So I call him and tell him I'd be in the afternoon.

I go to Dr Mejia (he is good) where he tells my wife & I, I have bronchial and double pneumonia and since the strep infection didn't completely cure from a few months ago, probably that too. Then asks if I would like to see an Onocologist. My wife starts to tear. She took her lunch to be at the appointment with me, she works up the street in Cardiology. I thanked him and told him I have 3. 2 at Vanderbilt and one at Knoxville. He asked about my last visit and how long it had been and was shocked when I said Vanderbilt 2 years, the one at Knoxville said he would get me back when I was getting near the end. Me & him got along just fine. Man has a farm, raises cattle and worked with my real dad towards his end. Sraight forward, funny and no bedside manner, I like him. Hadn't seen Mejia in quite a while, quit going after he said I had COPD. My wife upped him on the heart attack and cancer since my last visit. I saw the same look on her face as the day I was diagnosised, same look, even though I was out more than in when she sat by my side the 1st few days in CCU. I done my usual made some jokes and got it turned.

Now after a shot and breathing treatments, out in the parking lot shit came up, along with blood and she saw it, not good. On the way back she called and asked if I had eaten and if not, after the neds, I had better right then. Hot dog time, lol, at Hardees. By now I'm swaeting like a pig. Not sure what a pig swaets like but if it's like that it's nasty. Off to Gatlinburg I go, then I notice that it is at the end of Gatlinburg, Red Light #10 and up the side of a mountain. So I turn the ac on high. On the way down my engine starts to miss, one the way up, engine light comes on.

Got the key and found out to have one made, you guessed it, back through Gatlinburg towards Cosby is the only place. 1st red light I'm holding down the gas pedal to keep her running. I decide to go the back way and avert the strip and a lot of redlights. Some lady in a new Prism sets at the light when it's green, snooty look on her face, I start to turn and she finally decides to go... 5 mph! It took a couple of blocks to see that I was prepared to help her go faster, so finally she went 20 before turning off. I get to the red light merging back into the strip where it ends and I have to place in neutral where some idiot though I was being cute and wanting to race his BMW, with a Taurus Station wagon. Light changes and I dropped it into drive screaching the wheels briefly. I hear a whistle. Apparently a cop thought I needed to stop. My windows are ether 10 or 15 tinted so hopefully he didn't see the are you fucking kidding look I gave him. Mail me a ticket.

Now about this time I get caught at every redlight left and wouldn't you know it, the lady from Fannie Mae calls and says we need a multifamily BPO on a Duplex (in Greenville 2 days ago). I'm trying to keep it running so I sound like a Parrot, repeating keywords. She gets pissed. I needed it yesterday but I must have it today. My big mouth says, perhaps if had you explained better what you wanted, especially since this is the 1st one I've done for you 'all and you have completely different software and wants, you'd had it. Traffic is horrible but somewhere I keep hearing Master Sergent Byrd saying you don't quit boy. I got so many nose to nose Marine speaches from him and somehow all this shit comes back. So I decide to chance it and go on after the BPO in Pigeon Forge that Fanny Mae wanted tonight. Cheap locks and the key didn't fit any of the 3 doors but 1 last try and it opened it. Leaving however was another thing, like to have never got one of the doors to lock back. Went out a different door, but I usually never come and go the same direction, so that was ok.

Finally I got back to the office about 5:30 and started learning on the run the new software for the 2nd BPO on Greeneville. Dealt with another lady who called to tell me she was faxing in an offer on the same house I can't get Chase to respond back on the 1st 2. Had to talk with the other 2 realtors 3 morte times and finally Chase calls, turns both down over 37.00. I even offered to make the difference, nope, by God they must like having this house.

I finally got the Greeneville BPO done, then again thought it was 2 days ago and started the Pigeon Forge. By now I look like I've been swimming because to pull less strain on the engine I turned off the ac in Gatlinburg and I look like I coughing up mu lungs, but the bleeding is slowed in the sputum. Now it's 9:30pm and as I was finishing up, I decided to place evey time in both BPO's in military time. My wife's fussing because I hadn't taken my treatment or the meds early enough. I stop by my son-in-law, we're slowly making up. We have something too much in common in some ways, too much different in others. He knows the "newer" cars, I know the old muscle cars, before all that crap. He and I look over the car and he finds a vacuum line burnt, thats it, tomorrow I'll fix it.

I get home about 10:00 or 10:30 and my wife says, don't get on that damn computer tonight. I tell her I have to and I have to come here. It is the only sanity I can find in this world. Talking to people I have never met face to face and probably never will, but people I care deeply for, people I respect, people I am comfortable with, even argueing with JR, lol.

[Easy Skanking]

Ugh. One of those days, hilly....:(
Once I get my legal issues straightened up, I'll have to come up to visit your farmstead and pick your brain on farming and show you some of our Bedini devices.

We'll always have a sympathetic ear for you here and positive vibes flowing your way.:D

[mastermg]

Im sorry to hear all that Hilly. Theres always a brighter day tomorrow!

[yeti]

I don't want to be presumpteous, but IMO you should slow down a bit and make your health priority 1. You don't want to blow a gasket. Take a break from the rat race for a bit if possible, and get in a little relax time.

[---]

Sounds like it was a bitch of a day. I think your cuz could sort you out with a couple of buds, blaze up and enjoy a couple of good flicks :DI think you have a very natural style of writing..reading your post was a bit like reading Bukowski, had some traces in it.

Try not to push yourself too much, Hilly. Seems like you are always doing something or other for others..I kinda agree with Tom, especially about the not making presumptions. But let the drill sergeant take a bit of R and R now and then maybe:)

[April]

sigh! :nuts:

What a day you had!

Your post sparked a fire in my mind today hilly... as they often do. Thanks. :ok:

Hope you have a nice weekend friend.

[hilly7]

Thanks everybody. Yea, I need to slow down a bit. Spent my whole life at lightening speed.

ES, I'd love that. Anytime you wanna come down, just come on. We will exchange knowledge and have some fun.

Nik, you don't know how close I come to calling cuze and saying I might like to try his "other brand" of smokes, lol.

Started a bit better today. Me & my son-in-law and 2 of the grandkids went to town to get the part, we stopped and ate breakfast, sorta, went through Hardees, lol. $4.58 to fix, not bad. Had a call from a lady who I had not heard back from in 2 weeks wanting to see a house, told her I'd call her back as soon as we finished the car. No answer, so I went to the office and there was another email from Fannie Mae wanting a form that didn't make a lot of sense. Call and left a message. The lady called me back and said she couldn't buy it until she fixed her credit, but she would love to see it. Sounded good to me so I left out. During that time had called Chase, they still had not decided which if any offer they wanted, meanwhile another offer came in, so I faxed it. Talked with the other 2 companies who wanted an answer. It was getting like yesterday.

It took about 15 minutes to drive to Morristown and the lady and her daughters showed up. Things changed. I had given her 3 Mortgage Brokers that I trusted, 1 of which is extremely talented, all are actually, and all are honest. Hard to find. She had looked at the house when it was listed with a different broker who had sent her to a Mortgage Broker who was rude and when he seen her credit (health related bills mostly) told her to file bankruptcy and figure on renting, not buying. Then the agent talked down to her. She thanked me for being nice and thanked me for sending her to Bonnie. She said Bonnie had talked to her like a person and so had I and that Bonnie had told her what needed to be fixed and how to fix it. It'll take a few months, but she has hopes. She asked what if it sells before then, would I help her find another. I told her if this is meant to be then it will and if not that we would look until she found one she liked and could afford, and that would be the one meant to be. And anytime she wanted to see this one agian just call. She said until me and Bonnie she felt like a failure and less a person, but we changed all that. I told her most of us had been down that road at least once and it only shows we're human, but we get back up. It doesn't take a big person to point to someone fallen, but a bigger person is someone that doesn't point but helps the fallen get back up.

Back I go feeling pretty good but dreading the Fannie Mae Duplex BPO again. After about a hour an expensive car pulls up and a guy gets out and comes in, wanted rental property, which I don't do. I told him to get Trader paper, most people rented their own and for a lot less. Then it dawned on me I had one yesterday I never had even got to look at, so I gave him that and answered his questions on the whole area. He tells me I need a shave (2 day stubble), when I was young it looked sexy, now I look like a bum. Says he sold real estate in Ohio and his office didn't allow that, or the cameo pants I had on. I couldn't resist, I said, bet they didn't allow shirts like this either and smiled. On the back my T shirt said, "Honk if you've never seen a gun fired form a motorcycle". He smiled and asked if the owner allows us to dress that way. I said there are 2 owners, I'm one of them. Normally I wear a T shirt and short pants. I'd fire me but nobody else wants to do the job. The other owner is my mom.

I ran home to take my new pills and breathing treatments just in time, my wife called to make sure i remembered to. Honestly if 1/2 my lungs weren't coughing up and my mouth wasn't sore from the meds, I'd not have remembered it. We talked and she asked if i was going back to Pigeon Forge, I didn't like some of the pictures I'd taken and presented, it was raing and a bad day, so I said yes. She asked if I'd wait until she got off, so I did.

Meanwhile I went to see one of my clients and catch him up on the progress and visit. When i get back, I have a listing in greeneville and a call from Fanny Mae telling me they liked the honesty on the finally completed BPO. I look on Bidselect and there it is, listed with me so I get busy placing it into one of the MLS Boards. I go Monday and place the lockbox, signs, and posters in the windows. Funny, I never did find that "needed" file which apparently didn't exist.

Denise calls, it's now 5:30 pm. At 6:00 pm I went home and we went to Pigeon Forge to take pics, better pics. Plus she likes to look at the houses. We went to big Dogs shirts and bought us some more smartass shirts and biker type shirts. She wanted to look at Nurses Uniforms. Now this woman is tight with her money, we have to oil er to keep down the squeeking.

[hilly7]

Thanks everybody. Yea, I need to slow down a bit. Spent my whole life at lightening speed.

ES, I'd love that. Anytime you wanna come down, just come on. We will exchange knowledge and have some fun.

Nik, you don't know how close I come to calling cuze and saying I might like to try his "other brand" of smokes, lol.

Started a bit better today. Me & my son-in-law and 2 of the grandkids went to town to get the part, we stopped and ate breakfast, sorta, went through Hardees, lol. $4.58 to fix, not bad. Had a call from a lady who I had not heard back from in 2 weeks wanting to see a house, told her I'd call her back as soon as we finished the car. No answer, so I went to the office and there was another email from Fannie Mae wanting a form that didn't make a lot of sense. Call and left a message. The lady called me back and said she couldn't buy it until she fixed her credit, but she would love to see it. Sounded good to me so I left out. During that time had called Chase, they still had not decided which if any offer they wanted, meanwhile another offer came in, so I faxed it. Talked with the other 2 companies who wanted an answer. It was getting like yesterday.

It took about 15 minutes to drive to Morristown and the lady and her daughters showed up. Things changed. I had given her 3 Mortgage Brokers that I trusted, 1 of which is extremely talented, all are actually, and all are honest. Hard to find. She had looked at the house when it was listed with a different broker who had sent her to a Mortgage Broker who was rude and when he seen her credit (health related bills mostly) told her to file bankruptcy and figure on renting, not buying. Then the agent talked down to her. She thanked me for being nice and thanked me for sending her to Bonnie. She said Bonnie had talked to her like a person and so had I and that Bonnie had told her what needed to be fixed and how to fix it. It'll take a few months, but she has hopes. She asked what if it sells before then, would I help her find another. I told her if this is meant to be then it will and if not that we would look until she found one she liked and could afford, and that would be the one meant to be. And anytime she wanted to see this one agian just call. She said until me and Bonnie she felt like a failure and less a person, but we changed all that. I told her most of us had been down that road at least once and it only shows we're human, but we get back up. It doesn't take a big person to point to someone fallen, but a bigger person is someone that doesn't point but helps the fallen get back up. This is what makes it worth it sometimes.


Back I go feeling pretty good but dreading the Fannie Mae Duplex BPO again. After about a hour an expensive car pulls up and a guy gets out and comes in, wanted rental property, which I don't do. I told him to get  Trader paper, most people rented their own and for a lot less. Then it dawned on me I had one yesterday I never had even got to look at, so I gave him that and answered his questions on the whole area. He tells me I need a shave (2 day stubble), when I was young it looked sexy, now I look like a bum. Says he sold real estate in Ohio and his office didn't allow that, or the cameo pants I had on. I couldn't resist, I said, bet they didn't allow shirts like this either and smiled. On the back my T shirt said, "Honk if you've never seen a gun fired form a motorcycle". He smiled and asked if the owner allows us to dress that way. I said there are 2 owners, I'm one of them. Normally I wear a T shirt and short pants. I'd fire me but nobody else wants to do the job. The other owner is my mom.

I ran home to take my new pills and breathing treatments just in time, my wife called to make sure i remembered to. Honestly if 1/2 my lungs weren't coughing up and my mouth wasn't sore from the meds, I'd not have remembered it. We talked and she asked if i was going back to Pigeon Forge, I didn't like some of the pictures I'd taken and presented, it was raing and a bad day, so I said yes. She asked if I'd wait until she got off, so I did.

Meanwhile I went to see one of my clients and catch him up on the progress and visit. When i get back, I have a listing in greeneville and a call from Fanny Mae telling me they liked the honesty on the finally completed BPO. I look on Bidselect and there it is, listed with me so I get busy placing it into one of the MLS Boards. I go Monday and place the lockbox, signs, and posters in the windows. Funny, I never did find that "needed" file which apparently didn't exist.

Denise calls, it's now 5:30 pm. At 6:00 pm I went home and we went to Pigeon Forge to take pics, better pics. Plus she likes to look at the houses. We went to big Dogs shirts and bought us some more smartass shirts and biker type shirts. She wanted to look at Nurses Uniforms. Now this woman is tight with her money, we have to oil her to keep down the squeeking when she walks. So she found a few new uniforms and I paid for them. She's independant so it was a challenge. Then we decided to eat out, something we seldom do. Red Lobster. Brought the kids back food too. They've outgrown the mom and dad thing, lol.

Gotta a bunch of crap lined up tomorrow. Get in in-laws some stuff from the garden, the Michael Jackson way, wearing a mask, lol. I'll need to go to the office and see what's up and what needs doing. That is the thing. Mom (actually my grandmother) raised me from birth along with her mom and 2 aunts and uncles, they didn't have to, but they did. I think my parents regretted the decision to walk, but they were divorced, young, and we all make mistakes. Plus they both started new lives and new families. Years later they both apologised for not keeping me and that I had to bounce between houses for the 1st 11 years at which time mom lost a kidney and was forced to quit the factory and I then had a premanent home instead of a few. I seldom slept at the same house over 2 nights in a row, but I always had a bed and good people. I finally got both parents to understand that it was all good. Out of 6 people plus 2 parents, only 3 remain today, but I was blessed to have them. Blessed to have the 3 left. Now mom and dad are in their late 80s. It was always mom's dream to have her own real estate company, she's sold for almost 30 years, disability just didn't take to well. she tried once with her daughter (my mother) and got screwed. It broke her heart and a year later when a building went up for sale, we went in together. Next year was when I would go full time, but between the heart attack and cancer, it was getting rougher at UPS. When I tore the neck and shoulder out and though better than it was, they couldn't fix it back 100% and I got turned out to pasture, made it 24 years, no tickets, no accidents. Technology has surpassed her and she gets tired easy, she had a heart attack about 2 years ago, not a bad one, but there ain't a good one either. Dad's hands are crippled up, his feet from WW2, he drove a truck most of his life and could fix damn near anything. He can't now.

I think I push myself because they gave me a home when I had none and raised me as their own. They always supported me, even in the 70s when my hair was below my belt and I didn't give a shit, but they did. I was far from the model student and model kid, but they always made me believe anything was possible. They always supported me unconditionally, as did the others. Me and dad have an inside joke, betting who checks out faster, lol. Part of the pushing comes from Master Sergent Byrd, mostly though from that night. It's funny what goes through one's head as you die. Even funnier what become important, and what don't. You kinda get rewired on the way back, sometimes I think He crossed a few up, lol. I guess I want to see mom's dream be fulfilled and dad's wants be met, they did me without ever asking a thing. Now-a-days dad fixes things, then I fix what he fixes. He needs to be needed, even if he can't do other than to supervise. Mom just wants to keep doing what she loves, she has made a lot of money doing it but she has given most of it away. I've never seen two more perfect hearted people. They are older now and it is scarey for them. Sometimes I think maybe thats why I came back, them, my kids, and my wife. Days like this past week makes me want to just stay on the farm. Then I look at them and at the people I have helped and think of the ones I can help. Denise bitches because she says I sacrifice myself for anyone and consider myself last. I tell her when your last breath comes, you are the last person on your mind, why should life be any different? It took a death to learn that, my death. It takes a bigger man to serve that to be served.

Thanks you'all for my ranting and your support. If it were not for weeks like this one, and days like yesterday, I wouldn't know how to appreciate the good ones. Ying/Yang