Well it finally happened. We finally closed on the stupid building we were selling.
The fact that we closed on the building does not necessarily mean that we walked away with any money. By the time the attorneys got through with us, we were lucky to leave with our skin intact.
For those of you who have bought or sold real estate you know what I'm talking about. How about the $901.50 realty transfer fee to record the deed. Don't we pay real estate taxes to the county to pay these people to work? Isn't filing a deed part of their work?
This particular transaction had four lawyer fees. And then as if they didn't charge enough in their fees, they also charge for their expenses: telephone, mailings, copies, faxes, etc. Why doesn't that come out of their fee?
We sell vitamins. What if I went to a customer and gave him his bill for the product and then I gave him another bill for the gas and tolls to deliver the product? I don't think so.
How come fruit doesn't taste like fruit anymore? A peach tastes like tasteless mush, a banana tastes like a piece of paper, an apple tastes like cardboard, A rose doesn't smell like a rose anymore either. The thing, is all of these items look the way they used to. But theyr'e not the same as before. Is it because we are polluting the planet so badly that nothing grows the way it should?
Whenever someone wants to explain the taste of a new meat, they always says it tastes just like chicken. If this keeps up even chicken won't taste like chicken. It may look like chicken but it won't taste like chicken.
OK. This is, I hope, the last you will hear about my idiot lawyer. When I finally close on this building, I am going to fire the jerk. Each day they keep postponing it to the next day.
I have a great idea for a new business. It's home based with no boss on your head. It's a special service to contract to do away with all stupid lawyers. I will be your first customer. Of course, I hope a lawyer doesn't have to review the contract.
Last night I was watching "The 4400". It was a two hour show. The show was "brought to you by New York Life Insurance, and Lincoln Zepher". You would think that for what they charge for a Lincoln Zepher they could make more than one commercial for the car.
Every 7 minutes they had the same commercial. They didn't even alternate with New York Life (who also had only one commercial). By the second hour of this I was ready to stop watching. And I will tell you that even if I was going to buy the darn car, I won't buy it now.
My daughter is lucky. She said that she is Tivoing the show to watch at a later date. Of course by the time she fast forwards through the commercials, the 2 hour show will only be 42 minutes long.
One hour. That's how long it took me in the post office today. There were signs thanking everyone for their patience while they familiarized themselves with the new "state of the art" software on the computer.
I had to make an inquiry on the status of two money orders that were sent three weeks ago. My G-d, you would have thought that I was asking them where Jimmy Hoffa is buryed. They didn't know what form to use. Even after I gave them the form number 6401. They said we don't use that form now with the new computer system. Finally, after asking the postmaster they got the right form. Form number 6401. Then she tells me you can't fill this out until six weeks after the date on the money order. OK, I said send in the request anyway. By the time they get around to it, it will be six weeks.
While I'm filling out the paperwork, she goes to lunch and another girl comes on in her place. She tells me I have to wait 60 days before I can make an inquiry. Then she asks the girl next to her and she says I can make the inquiry anytime. No one knows anything. And the line is getting longer and longer. Finally, I finished my paperwork and they have the nerve to charge me $3.15. for each inquiry.
By the way the entire time I was waiting on line I was reading the signs.
Not one sign indicated the amount of a First Class stamp. They had signs for Ready Post, Additional Services, Global Priority Mail, US Priority Mail, Global Express Mail, US Express Mail. But nothing to indicate the a First Class letter is 39 cents.
There are many elderly people where I live. One man was waiting in the car for his wife. It took so long he came in looking for her. He thought she died on line. If this keeps up they are going to have to keep a supply of coffins on the lobby.
I don't know what made me think of this now. But I hate the smell of fried fish. I don't mind eating fried fish. But that's almost impossible without smelling it.
My husband hates the smell of cooked cabbage. He will eat cole slaw but not stuffed cabbge. He also hates the smell of cooked broccoli, califlower and zuccini. He will eat it raw at a salad bar, but he will not eat it cooked.
How come when you go into a restaurant, you never smell this stuff cooking?
I'll bet some of you readers have food smells that you can't stand. If you do, and want to leave a comment about it, please do.
I guess I'll fry some fish in my house--the smell will make me sick for days [the smell lingers for days] and I won't be able to eat anything.
I can afford to lose a few pounds.
tired: being depleted of strength and energyThis is the definition of tired in the dictionary. This morning I was awoken at 7 AM by the painter working on an apartment I am going to sell, because he didn't understand the instructions I left for him. This left me tired all day.
Some people are morning people and some people are night people. Most people are morning people. My husband is a morning person.
Being a night person in a morning person world is very inconvenient. When you tell someone not to call you before 11:00AM they think you are lazy. What most morning people don't realize is that what they do between 8:00AM and 11:00AM, night people do between 8:00PM and 11:00PM.
When my husband and I are going on a trip, he loves to leave at 5:00 or 6:00AM. This is the middle of the night to me. But by 9:00PM he is sleeping, and I am ready to go.
We haven't been on the same schedule for 39 years. I guess that's why we're still married.
To the person who commented on the time value of TV lawyers. Most of what the lawyers do can easily be summed up in one hour or less. They just make a big deal out of everything so that the billable hours add up. Even if those hours are for work that they have done wrong and have to redo.
I don't think there's a person alive that likes lawyers. They are stupid know-it-alls who think they are better than you.
I think there should be a day called "Boycott the Lawyers Day". Make it a national holiday like the Fourth of July.
We found some old coins in our garage today. We looked through them and found an 1885 Indian Head Penny. We don't know anything about coins so I went online to see how much it was worth. Well the places I looked at were pricing the coin anywhere from $42.00 to $840.00. Now I'm really confused. If I were to go to a coin dealer, how do I know if he is cheating me?
I guess, I'll just save it, and maybe 10 years from now it might be worth $42.50.
I have got the most stupid lawyer in the free world. The man is just an idiot and should be dis-barred. First he screws up my contract on the sale of a building I have for sale. And now after 4 months of playing games with the customer he tells me that I can't even keep the guy's deposit.
What happened to the lawyers on TV and in the movies. The lawyers that would fight for their client no matter what. What happened to the lawyers like Perry Mason or more recently Denny Crane. Why can't I get a lawyer like those?
Alan Shore where are you?
Today I'm going to talk about my cats. I have six cats.
Now don't back away like most people do when I tell them that I have six cats.
What is it about people? If I said that I had six dogs no one one would back away. Cats are very misunderstood animals. Anyone who has more than one cat can tell you that they have distinct personalities. Some are loners, some are very outgoing, and some are clique-y and only stay in their own group.
I find that in general, male cats are more friendly to humans than female cats. That having been said, I have to say that my most friendly cat is a female.
I will be discussing my cats periodically. I find the more people I meet, the more I like my cats.
I don't know about you, but I remember when computers became popular, and we were told that this would be a paperless society. All information would be stored in the computer. I don't think so.
It seems to me that we have more paper than before, unwanted faxes, projects printed on the computer and then discarded, too much junk mail.
With some copiers able to print 50 pages in 60 seconds, it's no wonder that there is more unwanted paper than before. Before computers, it really took time to create a paper of work, so there was less of it.
Now I'm drowning in papers. Please get a lifeguard.
As I type this blog today, I am listening to old songs on my computer. When I say old songs, I mean old songs. From the 30's and 40's. Now that was music not like the junk today. Don't get me wrong. I'm from the generation that introduced Rock & Roll. Elvis Presley, Alan Fried, The Platters, Bill Haley and the Comets. I even remember Rick Nelson before he was Rick. He was Ricky on Ozzie and Harriet.
Speaking of old stuff, my husband had a question. If anyone is reading
this, there was a comic strip where one of the characters always had a cloud over his head. He thinks his name was Joe something and he always mumbled BFLIZX@#%&C.. It made no sense. If you know what I'm talking about, please put your answer in the comments. Thanks.
Why is mulch so heavy? Don't the mulch companies realize that not everyone is the Hulk, and cannot lift such heavy bags. And spreading it once you get it home, that's an adventure in itself. Draging it along to spread it evenly. I thought I was going to have a heart attack. My husband wasn't much help either. I guess we're just to old for this stuff.
Next year I think I'll by stones to put down and then I won't have to do it anymore.
What is it with old people. They have so many of certain items. For instance take my Mom. She moved to Florida and my brother and I are cleaning out her apartment. How many dish sponges on a handle that holds the detergent does one person need? She had 12. It's not like it gets used up in a week, you can always refill the handle with detergent.
It's not just my Mom. When I cleaned out my Father's apartment last year
he had 500 plastic grocery bags. You always get new ones when you shop. How many plastic grocery bags does one person need?
When my husband had to clean out his aunt's apartment, she had 10 containers of orange juice in the fridge. How many containers of orange juice can one little old lady drink?
When I get old, I'm going to make sure I only have one of everything, even if it means that I can't wash my dishes, throw out my garbage, or have orange juice with my breakfast.
This afternoon my husband and I went to see The Divinci Code. I had read the book and I loved it. If you read the book or saw the movie, you will know what I mean when I say "I will never look at a Jewish star the same again".
I didn't think that my husband would understand the story having not read the book and all.
He loved it so much, he didn't even talk in the movie. Now I know why I haven't been to the movies in months, my husband does not stop talking the entire time and I am mortified. So I've taken to waiting for it to come on TV, so if he talks I just yell at him to shut up.
You are a teenager. You go to high school. Now, if you were like me you hated high school. The girls with the cashmere sweaters were snobs. Just like in the movie "Mean Girls". The writers must have gone to my high school. These girls were cheerleaders, they were into everything and you might as well not even be there.
Finally, you graduate, you get married, you have a family, you get to be over 55. Your kids are on their own. You move into an "active" adult community. Guess what! You're back in high school. The cheerleader, cashmere sweater girls are here now. They may have different names, but it's still the same, and now if your house isn't professionally decorated you might as well not even be here.
I wish they had cheerleader try-outs.
Don't you just hate it when you Tivo something and the ending is cut off because the program before it ran long?
Last night I Tivoed "House" and for some reason "American Idol" ran long so I couldn't see the complete ending of House. I did see most of the ending, but not the complete ending. You know, when the credits roll and you know the show is completely over.
I must be unamerican but I really couldn't care less what happens to Taylor Hicks or Katherine McPhee. Just let me know if House was dreaming.
Did you ever wake up in the morning and know that today was going to be a bad day? When I check-in with my husband [who has been working for hours] and he asks me if I've had my coffee yet I know it is going to be a very bad day. My brain just doesn't work right before my morning coffee.
My son inlaw saw an article about heavy coffee drinkers' and non-heavy coffee drinkers' brains in the morning. The heavy coffee drinker's brain looked significantly different than the non-heavy coffee drinker's. Of course after the morning coffee both brains looked the same.
Also, before my morning coffee I am a bear. I wonder if anyone has done a study on morning personality. When coffee drinkers are grouchy in the morning and they have their coffee they are fine. Non-coffee drinkers that are grouchy in the morning are grouchy all day.