Home Buying

For the first time, I’ve started looking into buying a home.  This is a pretty grueling process for me, because I tend to take big purchases very slowly (and by “big purchases” I mean anything over $100).  It sometimes takes me 6 months to decide on a digital camera, so you can imagine how long it’s going to take me to settle on a house.

Complicating matters is the fact that I happen to be the only person left in the state of Washington who understands anything about how to manage money well (if you have doubts about this, just do a bit of quick research into how many homes are in (or are near) foreclosure in the Pacific Northwest).   I also happen to be one of the few people in the world who isn’t afraid to make a “ridiculous” offer.

Forget houses for a minute and just consider how most people are uncomfortable bartering.  I find that most people are scared to make an offer that they think the seller will find “insultingly” low.  Why?  I have no idea.  The reality is that, within reason (I, of course, being the person who determines what “within reason” means), there are no insultingly low offers.

Most people disagree of course.  They think that any offer lower than what the home “is worth” is silly, a waste of time, insulting.  What these people don’t understand however, is that what a home “is worth” (contrary to popular belief) has nothing — absolutely nothing — to do with what other homes in the area are selling for, nothing to do with what the agent says it’s worth, nothing to do with what someone appraises it at, nothing to with what the seller paid for it, etc…

At this point, most of you are probably thinking two things:

1. This guy is a total nut job!

2. What in the world does he think a home’s worth is based on then?

As to Point 1, think what you will (I couldn’t care less).  As to Point 2, it’s very very simple:

A HOME IS WORTH WHAT SOMEONE WILL PAY FOR IT!  Period.  No exceptions.  NONE!

Suppose you’re selling a home and your agent encourages your to list your home for $550k.  Suppose that seems reasonable because other homes in the area sold at (or near) that amount, not long ago.  Further suppose, that you got an offer for $375k within the first month that you had you home listed.  You were insulted by that, obviously, because it was “insultingly low.”  Now suppose even further that during the time you had your home listed for 6 months, $375k was the only offer you got.  Well, I got news for you.  Your $550k home is only worth $375k.  It’s not what you want to hear, and it doesn’t “feel fair,” but that’s the way is it, because “a home is worth what someone will pay for it.”  And in this case, what someone will pay is $375k.

Oh sure, you could make a case that EVENTUALLY, someone will come along and offer $450k (or more) which proves the house’s higher worth, but until that happens, sorry, your home is only worth $375k.  Sorry folks, but that’s just the way it is.

And that’s not insulting either.  Low offers aren’t insulting.  Home sellers need to get that idea out of their heads.  There are no insulting offers.  Listen up people:  everything around us is essentially neutral.  We impose the value, either positive or negative.  The only question is: which distortion do you wish to choose?  (disclaimer:  I can’t take credit for that, but I have no idea who actually said it first).

A low offer isn’t negative/insulting.  It’s neutral.  If you’re insulted by it, you’re imposing that negative value.  Understand that a potential buyer isn’t sitting around thinking to himself, “I wonder how I can piss off some people selling homes?”  When a buyer make s a low offer, it’s because that is what the house is worth (to him).  Yes, the “to him” is key.  It’s not irrelevant.  When I offer $270k on a $325k home, it’s not because I’m out to make enemies.  It’s because that $325k home is worth $270k (to me).  Why would I offer more?  Why would I offer the amount that the home is worth to SOMEONE ELSE?  Why would I do that?  For the love of God, why?  And why do other people feel compelled to do it?

If you’re in the market for a new home, do yourself a favor and tell everyone who is trying to convince you what a home is worth to “stuff it.”  The only person whose opinion matters is yours.  Don’t pay more for a home than it’s worth to you.  Offer what it’s worth TO YOU and not a dime more.  If it’s worth the asking price to you, then by all means, go for it.  But if it isn’t, why would you offer more?

What’s that?  You disagree with me?  You think I’m crazy.  Okay, I’m a good sport.  Go ahead.  Leave some comments.  Prove me wrong if you can (but you can’t).

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I Wonder

Is anyone is still following this blog? Perhaps some of you have it in your reader and are shocked to find a new post this morning (but probably let down that is has no substance).

Anyway, if you are still following, identify yourself. I have need to know.

No, I will not be your friend on Facebook

  • If you are my Mom, Dad, Aunt, Uncle, Mother-in-law, or Father-in-law then no, I will not be your friend on Facebook.
  • If you are one of my former teachers from high school, then no, I will not be your friend on Facebook.
  • If you are the parent of someone I went to high school with, then no, I will not be your friend on Facebook.
  • If I don’t recognize your name, then no, I will not be your friend on Facebook.
  • If you have grand-children, then no, I will not be your friend on Facebook.
  • If I have never actually met you in person, then no, I will not be your friend on Facebook.
  • If I have met you in person but didn’t really like you, then no, I will not be your friend on Facebook.
  • If your children are on Facebook, then no, I will not be your friend on Facebook.

So please don’t ask.

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I declare: I will die from shark attack

I believe this, despite that fact that I almost never visit the beach, because that’s just the kind of person I am :-)

What has inspired this declaration you ask? Well I was reading this blog post the other day and it got me thinking about how they’ve got it all wrong. I mean, they’re not even close.

They claim that the odds of dying by suicide are 1 in 119. But for me this isn’t true at all. The odds of dying by suicide are, let’s see…. 356 days per year * 24 hours per day / 29 (carry the one) all over 9 (square root) + 1/2 my age…. oh wait! It’s ZERO, because I am way too much of a wimp to ever kill myself on purpose (plus, I’ve gotten to know me pretty well over the years, and I think I’d miss me if I were gone).

But anyway, for the benefit of my readers, I thought I’d compile an accurate list of all the ways one is most likely to die. So here ya go:

  1. Airplane Crash: 1/2 (that’s right folks: fifty-fifty, believe it or not. It’s quite simple. Either the plane will crash or it won’t. One outcome / two possibilities = 50%)
  2. Shark Attack: this one is kinda hard to compute, but here is my take. There’s got to be at at least a few hundred sharks in the ocean (probably more), but inevitably most of them will gravitate to where I happen to be (I’m likable). I figure I can swim pretty fast, but not as fast as most sharks (maybe faster than the baby ones). But the big ones, they’ll probably get me. I’d estimate that probably 48 out of 100 are hungry at any given time, so it’s pretty simple: 48%.
  3. Lightning: I have a number of fillings. I could probably be used as a lightning rod. I’d say 33% on this one.
  4. Mountain Lion Attack: I live near Cougar Mountain. It’s crawling with mountain lions. 25%
  5. Excessive Cold: I’m cheap, so I rarely turn the heat on (even in the winter): 18%
  6. Accidental Poisoning: Does this mean that I accidentally poison myself, or someone else accidentally poisons me? Eh… either way: 7%
  7. Train Crash: I don’t really ride trains, but if I did, probably a 1 in 20 chance of dying: 5%
  8. Heart Disease: I am quite healthy. I play tennis, and I just had a health screening done (my cholesterol levels are excellent), so only about 2% chance on this one.

You’ll notice I left car accident off the list. There is good reason for this. Car is (contrary to popular belief) the safest way to travel, and the odds of dying by car accident are so low it’s practically negligible, so it wasn’t even really worth putting it on the list.

Airplanes are the worst (that’s why they’re first on the list). I only fly when I absolutely have to, and I always make sure that both Emily and Anna are with me. None of us flies alone. It’s too risky. We’re a family and we live and die as a family. If one of us is going down, we’re all going down!

So if airplanes are the most likely way to die, why do I declare that a shark attack will be my demise? I don’t know… just a hunch I guess.

So there you have it. An accurate and legitimate list of the most probable ways to die, based on… well, nothing really. I’m just nuts.

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A new song: “I Need an Exit”

I don’t listen to the radio in my car during Great Lent. The idea is that I should use that silent time to be reflective and think and pray.

It doesn’t work. I fill the silence with songs that I make up when I drive, and I sing them really loudly — really loudly. But I’ve written some really good ones, among them:

  1. Stan “Stanny” Wawrinka
  2. Juan Martin Del Potro
  3. Really (really really really really really really)

… just to name a few.

These songs are often (but not always) inspired by real-world experiences. Such is the case with my most recent masterpiece, “I Need an Exit.”

–Lyrics–
I need an exit
I’m going the wrong way
I need to get myself back on track
I need an exit
This isn’t the right way
I wonder if I’ll ever get back

I need an exit
I’m going the wrong way
Curses flying out of my mouth
I need an exit
To get off this freeway
I should’ve gotten on going south

I need an exit
I’m going the wrong way
Because I didn’t read the signs
I got no sense of direction
I don’t pay attention
Can’t keep my car between the lines

I need an exit
I’m going the wrong way
Well this is just typical me
But even if I find
The exit I’m seeking
It still isn’t a guarantee

Because my sense of direction
Is so bad it’s uncanny
I might be lost for an eternity

And there’s actually music that goes with it too which I can hear (because it plays constantly in my head), but you can’t because you’re not in my head (I don’t think).

Anyway, it’s an amazing song. I welcome the praise with which you should shower me now.

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Well Crap

If its content is biased and inaccurate, Wikipedia really isn’t very good, now is it?

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My Boycott Worked!

I bought orange juice today for the first time in I don’t know how long. This is a big deal for me because I love orange juice, but I haven’t been able to purchase it for a long time now.

I love orange juice more than you do. I don’t even need to know who you are to know that this statement is always true. I really love orange juice. I even wrote a song about it (and recorded it). You may have heard it (I might post a link if there is sufficient demand).

Anyway, I haven’t been buying orange juice for years now because the price had increased beyond the OJPTT (“Orange Juice Price Tolerance Threshold”). I’m sure you’re wondering what the OJPTT is, and I will tell you. It is $2.50 per half gallon for not-from-concentrate orange juice. It doesn’t have to be named brand, but it can’t be from concentrate. That is unacceptable.

Note also that it is the OJPTT, not merely my OJPTT.

So for the last however many years now, every time I go to the grocery store, I check the OJ prices. The best I’ve seen when it’s on sale has been some sort of 2-for deal, usually 2 half gallons for $7.00 or, more rarely (a “good” sale): 2 half gallons for $6.00. Either way though, a bit of quick math indicates that those numbers still aren’t within the OJPTT, so it’s always a no-go for me. Which is sad.

At one point I actually considered calling the 800 number on the back of the OJ carton (the one you can call with comments) and explaining to them that they are actually losing money with their higher priced orange juice, since they no longer have my business (yes, I believe I am that important), but I never got around to it. And I suspect it may not have made much difference anyway.

Today though, something glorious happened. I was in Fred Meyer, and I saw orange juice on sale at one of the end caps. It was 2 half gallons for $5.00. I almost passed it by, just assuming it would be concentrated, but I did a double take and saw that this was not-from-concentrate orange juice.

I must have stood there staring at it for a good 40 or 50 seconds in disbelief. I kept thinking I must be missing something. Orange juice priced within the OJPTT? In 2009? Can it really be happening?

Indeed it can. It seems that my boycott has worked. What a feeling of empowerment! I wonder how far I can take this?

I think I will continue NOT buying very expensive BMWs and just wait for the company to feels the effects of my boycott. Before long, I’ll be getting that sweet ride for a cool $2000.

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Where have I been?

I haven’t posted in a while, so I thought I should let everyone know where I’ve been and what I’ve been up to.

But then I changed my mind and decided it would be more fun if you told me where I’ve been and what I’ve been up to.

So?  Where have I been?  And what have I been up to?

My Yard Waste Bin Is Stressing Me Out

There is a huge bin in my garage and it’s stressing me out.  It’s HUGE.  No, it’s beyond HUGE!  It’s ENORMOUS.  No it’s beyond — this is fruitless; I will quickly run out of adjectives.

The point though is that it’s way too big.  There’s hardly room for my car anymore.  Stupid WasteManagement (Issaquah) came and dropped it off today.  I didn’t ask for it.  It’s “included.”  Why do they hate me?

I swear it’s big enough that I could sit comfortably inside it and have enough room to stretch out (and do Yoga).  Emily and Anna could probably join me.  Guinness too.

Who in the world generates that much yard waste?  And why?

And then they give me this dinky little trash can, about the size of my bathroom waste basket.  But it’s even more retarded.  It’s actually a normal sized trash can, but there is this dumb-ass “liner” inside it that makes it smaller.

It’s a freaking crippled trash can!  Have you ever heard of such a thing?  Who cripples a trash can?

But this yard waste bin — I can’t get over it.  It haunts me.  I can’t stop thinking about it.  I hate it.  I loathe it.  I’m demanding they come and haul it away as soon as possible, or else I’m going to break it into pieces and stuff it in the dinky little trash can they gave me!

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I don’t know what to do with myself

The Miami Dolphins just wont the AFC East Division title!

A year after going 1 – 15, I couldn’t possibly want anything more.  But I got even more.  The Patriots and the Jets both failed to make the playoffs!  Oh how sweet it is.

And to add the cherry on top, the Patriots failed to make the playoffs despite posting a pretty darn good 11 – 5 record.

So I’m thrilled!  I’m beyond thrilled.  This is the best things (football speaking) that could have possibly happened to me, and without a doubt the best Christmas present ever!

But I have problem:  I can’t find anything to complain about.  Dolphins in, Jets and Patriots out.  Miami completes the greatest single season turn-around ever.  What do I complain about?

I can always find something to complain about, but this time, everything went my way. That never happens.

I don’t know what to do with myself.

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