Nice Try But You Can't Scare Me Off

I read an interesting post written by Greg Nino, a real estate agent from Houston. He outlined his advice to people who want to get their real estate license. Sure wish he had written it before I opted to go into this latest (ad)venture. 

No, it wouldn't have stopped me at all. I just maybe would have had my eyes opened just a tad wider. 

The post was interesting to me because I'm less than a year into this latest (ad)venture of mine. 

It was interesting to me because I did have a few "AHA" moments, followed by some "Why in the Sam Hill didn't someone tell me this when I was asking a gajillion folks at the very start of my (ad)venture?!?!" 

And, it was interesting to me because, I also had a few "Well, duh?!" moments just like a seasoned veteran.  

After Mr. Nino  lists 42 reasons why someone shouldn't go into real estate, he does manage to end on a positive note. His 42 reason rant on why you shouldn't become a realtor wouldn't have and really doesn't deter me. 

After all, I taught high school for 27 years for crying out loud. It takes more than 42 reasons to stop me from doing something. You try keeping 30 or so kiddos with raging hormones entertained for 55 minutes--all while educating them with stuff that half of them don't care about or want to know, and let's see how that little gig works out for you. 

This real estate thing? A mere walk down the hall during passing period with a hall fight thrown in. I'm battle ready. You don't scare me, Mr. Nino.  So let's review just three of the 42 points he made and my little spin on them…

•Passing the exam is easy but creating a business with real income is a different story. Here I agree. At first, I guess I never really viewed my latest (ad)venture as being its own little business. I don't know why I didn't realize that. I should have realized that. Perhaps a more prudent person would have realized that. Instead, I guess I viewed it as more or less structured like a school. Each agent (teacher) working out of their own classroom (home office) but under one umbrella (the school and district in charge). It's that last part  I got wrong. Now I know, I really am the boss of me.

Mr. Nino claims the exam is easy, and I admit I really didn't struggle with it, but  as a former educator, I did have one big issue with that exam. Whomever makes up those convoluted test questions obviously was never a teacher nor a test maker. The goal of all good test writers is to actually test knowledge, not to write difficult to read or tricky questions.  I spent more time trying to figure out exactly WHAT the questions were asking me than actually answering the question. Jeepers.

•Now that you have your license, be prepared to lose friends and get your feelings hurt. I really wish someone had told me this one, but it really blindsided me. Everyone tells you to work your "sphere of influence"–friends, family and former co-workers. So naturally I just expected them to use me for their real estate needs. Instead, there were at least four people who didn't.  If someone had told me from the get-go,  I would have been less, shocked and angry.  

•Almost nobody will respect your time. Almost everyone thinks you are overpaid. Just as with any profession, I think if you allow people to not respect you or your time, that's what you get. If you allow people to walk all over you, they will. If everyone thinks you are overpaid and you don't educate or explain your fees, well their perception becomes their reality.  If you set boundaries and expectations, most will stay within those limits. I figure if it works with teenagers in classroom, it most definitely will work in this line of work.

So, the big question then, is why did I go into real estate since there apparently are so many reasons not to? 

Well, I enjoy being the boss of me. I enjoy the challenge. I enjoy the hunt. I enjoy matching people to their dreams.

And who knows? Hopefully as an added bonus, Mr. Nino might actually be right, and the money might turn out to be good.

Tips for Choosing a Paint Color

Dear Home Diva,

I know that painting the inside of my house can help in selling it, but I just don't know what colors to choose.

--Vinny V. Go

Dear Vinny Go,

I, too, have troubles selecting a paint color. Before painting entire rooms, ask for a sample can, and just paint a small swatch in differently lighted areas of the room to see how it looks. My daughter thought she had selected a mellow, pale yellow for her bedroom. Instead, it was an angry, screaming school bus yellow.  Ugh.

The Dallas Morning News recently ran an article about Guggenheim Color paints by Fine Paints of Europe that featured 150 colors from the museum’s collections galleries. At about $130 for about two-thirds of a gallon, it’s pretty pricey, but so is a painting by Cézanne.

Even if you can’t afford the Guggenheim paint (I know I can't), Karen Meyerhoff, managing director for business development at the Guggenheim, offers these tips in the article for selecting colors:

•Use gray to mute the background and to focus on objects. Keep in mind these don’t have to have be works of art. This includes such features as fire places, crown molding or furniture.

•Select a tone for a featured object in the room such as a sofa and use it on the walls. Using the same tone throughout will soften a room.

•Pick a dark color if you have something you want to hide such as bad corners or pipes.

And, as always, remember neutral colors are best when you are trying to sell your home. It provides the blank canvas a buyer needs to envision themselves in your home.

Sincerely,

​                                                The Home Diva

Paint, Colors, & My Radiant Orchid Cat

My Self Portrait

The frustrated artist inside me screams daily to get out. I see beautiful, unbelievable things in my mind. I have crystal clear visions of what something should be, what it should look like.

Unfortunately, my phalanges refuse to transfer such gloriousness from my mind onto paper, canvas or tablet.

Yep, all my trees remain lollipops, all my animals display balloon shapes, and, of course, all my people are relegated to mere stick figures.

But there is hope for even those of us who are artistically-challenged.  Our home can become our canvas. Color can breathe new life into an entryway, a room, an entire home.

And, I’m not just talkin’ about any color. No siree, Missy. We can elevate our humble abodes to master quality by selecting colors created by Frank Lloyd Wright or colors from the palettes of such famed artists as Paul Cézanne and Vincent van Gogh.  

The Dallas Morning News recently ran an article about Guggenheim Color paints by Fine Paints of Europe that featured 150 colors from the museum’s collections galleries.

Yes, the paints are expensive (about $130 for about two-thirds of a gallon), but so is a painting by Cézanne. 

Even if you can’t afford that paint, Karen Meyerhoff, managing director for business development at the museum, offered these tips in The Dallas Morning News article for selecting colors:

•Use gray to mute the background and to focus on objects. Keep in mind these objects don’t have to be works of art. This includes such features as fire places, crown molding or furniture.

•Select a tone from a featured object in the room such as a sofa  and use it on the walls. Using the same tone throughout will soften a room.

•Pick a dark color if you have something you want to hide such as bad corners or pipes.

One final note, if you can’t tell a Cézanne from a Renoir and would rather be trendy than rely on master artists, then consider what world color leader Pantone picked as its 2014 color of the year: Radiant Orchid.

Given its vibrance, I would only use Radiant Orchid as an eye-catching accent.

According to Pantone, the color “complements olive and deeper hunter greens, and offers a gorgeous combination when paired with turquoise, teal and even light yellows. Likewise, the vibrant color is sure to liven up neutrals including gray, beige and taupe. Uplifting and bold without being overpowering, Radiant Orchid reenergizes almost any color palette and provides a unifying element for diverse spaces.”

The color inspired me to draw my Radiant Orchid Cat…
 

I think, perhaps, I should stick to selling homes. Don't you think?

Yeah, I thought so.

Yes, I'm a pinhead…

I finally succumbed.  I am now an official pinhead. 

Yes, I am active on Pinterest. I am hopeful that somehow this will work out better than all these other social media sites that I seem to join and then wonder what in the Sam Hill am I supposed to do with them?

I go to all these seminars about "growing your business" and "making connections" that tell me how my economic well-being is directly tied into my social networking. If that is true, I think I'm in big, big trouble… as in trouble times a trillion multiplied by a gazillion. Yep, that kind of trouble.

Am I the only person on the planet that seems to miss the point? Twitter? I'm there, but not really sure why. I tweet, but I'm not really sure why. Instagram? I signed up. Not really sure why. I could go on and on and on, but I think you see the pattern.

Probably more problematic for me is signing and then forgetting about it. Or, forgetting my log in stuff. Don't even get me started on all that password stuff.

So if you're a big Pinterest fan… come follow me.

Wayne Newton, Goals & My Lot In Life

While I was getting ready to go to a sales meeting the other day, the radio guys were talking about Mr. Las Vegas. You know, Wayne Newton, best known for musical hits such “Danke Schoen”  and "Daddy Don't You Walk So Fast," as well as his sold-out Las Vegas performances.

For some reason, the radio heads were talking about Mr. Newton's Las Vegas home, Casa de Shenandoah, which has been on the market for a bit. The 40-acre compound with its 11,192 square foot mansion featuring three bedrooms and seven baths was reduced from $70 million to $48. Apparently, Mr. Las Vegas wanted to downsize and moved a mile away to a $3 million home with 20 acres.

Oh, what I would give to be the listing agent for Mr. Newton especially as I stare at my whiteboard with my goals and stats neatly written in black, blue, green and red marker.

With only five months left, my red numbers scream at me that I need to rustle up another transaction and a half to maintain my current earnings level. But since I’m never happy maintaining the status quo, I need an additional two or so to move up a rung on the ol’ corporate ladder.

If only I had a Mr. Las Vegas for a client. But to get one of those, you need to have people who know people who, well, you know, know people. Yep, those kinds of people.

I don’t have any of those kind of people. Instead, I have the I-got-my-shades-on-top-back-rolling-with-the music-jacked kind of people. I’ve got the double-wide-on-an-acre kind of people. I’ve got the 9-to-5-trying-to scrape-by kind of people.  I’ve got the working-to-clean-up-my-credit kind of people. Yep, those are my kind people.

Now, don’t get me wrong. I love my kind of people, but I’d be lyin’ if I didn’t say that just once, just once, I’d like a Mister Las Vegas to come my way. Just once.  Hails Bails, I’d even be happy with a referral fee on a $48-million sale. I wouldn’t need to be the listing agent. I’m not greedy. Just once.

But you have to know people who know people who, well, you know, know people to get one of those.

And, sadly, I don’t know any of those people.

Such is my lot in life, both figuratively and literally.