SHORT SALES

I've been working in a Short Sale. This is a LOT of WORK for a realtor. First you have to get permission from the Seller of the home to allow the bank to talk to you, the realtor. I faxed over a letter, signed by my seller, and a week later the bank (whose name I probably shouldn't mention but it's two words and the first starts with "W" and the second starts with "F") still couldn't find the fax. So, we did a three-way conference call with the bank, me, and my Seller. Then they allowed me to start sending things over. After all was gathered, I faxed over 87 (YES, Eighty-seven) pages to the bank ! Things like the Listing Agreement, the MLS listing sheets, the Seller's hardship letter, two months' bank statements, tax returns, pay stubs, and the Residential Purchase Agreement, plus some other documents, and it was an all-day thing. The Seller's name and loan number had to be on top of Each and Every Page. Then I wait another day, call them back, and make sure they got everything. Wow. I was exhausted when I finally got done, about 5 P.M. this afternoon. Fingers crossed that this home will sell quickly (i.e., that the bank will process the papers and accept the offer !)

My Name is Donna Sturla. This is my very first blog !! As a realtor in Sacramento, I have lived in Crosswoods in Citrus Heights, CA, for eleven years. I love living there, and realized recently that most of the people there would benefit from having access to a Realtor who knows the "lay of the land" in Crosswoods. So, I wrote up a nice introduction letter, letting people know who I am and what I might be able to do for them. That way, they know they can call a neighbor in Crosswoods, and ask for the name of a good painter, electrician, plumber, painter, handyman, general contractor, carpet cleaner, and so on and so on, and I can give them that information. Also, who would be a better Realtor for Crosswoods than someone who actually lives there !
So, I started bringing my little letter to people who live on my court. As I did this, I ran into a small flock of turkeys who also live in Crosswoods. One of them was a huge male, with his feathers all plumped up. He was strutting around, probably doing his best to attract a female. I didn't know if I should walk by (and risk being stalked -- which happened to me once a few years ago, by four females) or walk way around him. I chose to walk by and just kept chatting to him, and he held his ground, ignored me, and let me go. I met a few more of my neighbors and introduced myself to them, and it was great fun.