Alex and I decided to put an offer in on a house on Tuesday. We made the offer on a bank-owned, ranch house on Wednesday night. Thursday morning we got a call that the house had three other offers made in the two days that it was on the market.
We had to make a "highest and best" offer by Thursday at 5:00. We were hopeful that we would hear back on Friday because it shouldn't be too hard to look at all the offers and decide which is the highest and best.
We didn't hear back Friday, so who knows when we will hear back. I hate to be a pessimist and normally I am not, but I don't think we will get it. We gave a relatively high offer compared to the listing price, however, we also incorporated the cost of repairs into our offer.
Basically there is stuff that has to be done before we could even move in, such as siding repairs. While the cost of these repairs isn't outrageous, it's more than we will have left after a down payment, closing costs, and other expenses. We wanted the seller to do the repairs and in turn we would pay a higher price than list price. Basically we are paying for the repairs, but we are making them the seller's responsibility so that we can take out a slightly higher mortgage.
Maybe we didn't hear back because everyone incorporated similar demands into their offers, and it wasn't as simple as saying this buyer made the highest offer.
Anyway, I'm beginning to get a little disheartened by all of it. I want a house. I want to be closer to my job. At this point, it will be the end of July before we are able to move in, and that's still probably being a little optimistic.
On a more upbeat note, I've decided to make a quilt. I went to Hobby Lobby today and picked out some cute fabric. It's my first real attempt at a quilt, but I think I'm ready and it's going to be just fine.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Enough with the rain; Hello, Sunshine.
It's been raining here for days and days. We had flash floods and hail storms Tuesday and yesterday was just downright dreary. It's finally sunny outside, and I'm looking forward to the drive to work this morning. I don't have to avoid raindrops, and I can use my cruise control and not worry about hydroplaning.
I worked over last night a little bit. We had a meeting that lasted longer than scheduled. So I'm going in late today which is a nice trade, except that I didn't sleep in because I'm used to getting up early now.
I wanted to get a few things done, but I got to talking and am not really running early now. Tomorrow Alex and I are going to Holiday World in Santa Claus, Ind. I've never been and even though it is far away, I'm really looking forward to it. It should be fun, and we got super discount tickets. You can't beat that!
I worked over last night a little bit. We had a meeting that lasted longer than scheduled. So I'm going in late today which is a nice trade, except that I didn't sleep in because I'm used to getting up early now.
I wanted to get a few things done, but I got to talking and am not really running early now. Tomorrow Alex and I are going to Holiday World in Santa Claus, Ind. I've never been and even though it is far away, I'm really looking forward to it. It should be fun, and we got super discount tickets. You can't beat that!
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
A three minute post
I have three minutes until I must start getting ready for work or I will not be ready to leave in time to deal with the ridiculous commute.
It's been rainy here for the past few days. Yesterday during the drive home, we had torrential downpours. There were flash flood warnings all over place and I saw people drive through water where I was sure that there cars were going to float away. The commute usually takes about an hour and 15 minutes. Yesterday it took two entire hours. It took me nearly 80 minutes just to get out of the city. Anyway, I didn't get as much done last night as I had hoped.
I did want to write about a few days ago and something semi-wonderful that I discovered. In celebration of the nice moments we've been getting between the rain showers, I decided to do a little yoga outside. Now, I've been doing yoga a few times a week since January, but to be quite honest, I took the last few weeks off. Yoga outside was great though. The sun was shining and it was hot, but it felt nice to be so warm and stretchy. The big problem, however, was that my yoga mat kept heating up and burning my feat. It was like walking on the concrete beside the swimming pool. I kept pouring my water on the mat, but then it would get slippery and some of my poses lost their integrity. Anyway, I wonder if they make a mat that is designed for outdoor yoga. That gives me something to ponder.
Well my three minutes are up, plus three more, so I have to run.
It's been rainy here for the past few days. Yesterday during the drive home, we had torrential downpours. There were flash flood warnings all over place and I saw people drive through water where I was sure that there cars were going to float away. The commute usually takes about an hour and 15 minutes. Yesterday it took two entire hours. It took me nearly 80 minutes just to get out of the city. Anyway, I didn't get as much done last night as I had hoped.
I did want to write about a few days ago and something semi-wonderful that I discovered. In celebration of the nice moments we've been getting between the rain showers, I decided to do a little yoga outside. Now, I've been doing yoga a few times a week since January, but to be quite honest, I took the last few weeks off. Yoga outside was great though. The sun was shining and it was hot, but it felt nice to be so warm and stretchy. The big problem, however, was that my yoga mat kept heating up and burning my feat. It was like walking on the concrete beside the swimming pool. I kept pouring my water on the mat, but then it would get slippery and some of my poses lost their integrity. Anyway, I wonder if they make a mat that is designed for outdoor yoga. That gives me something to ponder.
Well my three minutes are up, plus three more, so I have to run.
Monday, June 1, 2009
Welcome.
Well, once upon a time there was a girl named Kallie. She was a girl with big dreams and huge ambitions. She believed that hard work and a life plan would keep her on the right track. Then, life happened.
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These past two years have been huge for me. Twenty-four months ago, I graduated from college with a degree in public relations and an acceptance letter to Texas Tech University. My plan was to complete my MBA in the following two years and then use the vast business knowledge that I knew I would acquire to open my own event planning business and venue.
Now, I'm from Indiana. I was born, raised, and even went to college in a small Hoosier city. My move to Texas was going to be life changing to say the least. After graduation, I had three months to earn money, party down, say my goodbyes, and get ready for the 1,700 mile move. In addition, I got engaged over the summer to my boyfriend who would stay in Indiana while I moved to Lubbock.
So, in the last 21 months, I moved to Texas for a year, moved back and finished graduate school, planned and celebrated my wedding to Alex, and started looking for the dream job that would pay me more than opening my own business.
I finally found a job working for a small start up company. I've only been working for a week, and the commute, which is about and hour and half each way, is already getting old. Alex and I decided to buy a house closer to my job and his grad school.
We started the house hunt about two months ago. With out tiny budget, however, we haven't found any major winners yet. Our apartment lease ended yesterday and for the mean time, we are living with my parents in their old farm house.
While there is plenty of room, and my parents are very supportive, I never thought that at the ripe old age of 24, I would be back in my parents house, and never did I imagine that I would be living there with my husband.
So I'm hoping to use this blog as a way to document the challenges we face as we take our first steps into the real world, whatever that really means.
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These past two years have been huge for me. Twenty-four months ago, I graduated from college with a degree in public relations and an acceptance letter to Texas Tech University. My plan was to complete my MBA in the following two years and then use the vast business knowledge that I knew I would acquire to open my own event planning business and venue.
Now, I'm from Indiana. I was born, raised, and even went to college in a small Hoosier city. My move to Texas was going to be life changing to say the least. After graduation, I had three months to earn money, party down, say my goodbyes, and get ready for the 1,700 mile move. In addition, I got engaged over the summer to my boyfriend who would stay in Indiana while I moved to Lubbock.
So, in the last 21 months, I moved to Texas for a year, moved back and finished graduate school, planned and celebrated my wedding to Alex, and started looking for the dream job that would pay me more than opening my own business.
I finally found a job working for a small start up company. I've only been working for a week, and the commute, which is about and hour and half each way, is already getting old. Alex and I decided to buy a house closer to my job and his grad school.
We started the house hunt about two months ago. With out tiny budget, however, we haven't found any major winners yet. Our apartment lease ended yesterday and for the mean time, we are living with my parents in their old farm house.
While there is plenty of room, and my parents are very supportive, I never thought that at the ripe old age of 24, I would be back in my parents house, and never did I imagine that I would be living there with my husband.
So I'm hoping to use this blog as a way to document the challenges we face as we take our first steps into the real world, whatever that really means.
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