If we were in Brazil...

So, my husband and I are in the process of buying a house. Everything was going fine until yesterday when we met with the realtor to make an offer. Considering how terrible the housing market is, we decided to offer about 20% less than what the seller is asking. I know that sounds ridiculous but the house has been on the market for 3 months and as I said, the housing market is terrible, especially where we live. Also, we thought this would give us a little room to play. We don't want to offer too much and then end up paying more than what we want to pay, blah blah blah.

Anyway, we met with the realtor yesterday to fill out paperwork and to make an offer. That was quite an experience. On one of the papers we had to check a box that dealt with the mortgage and title. There's a few different boxes you can check depending on your situation. The realtor explained what the different boxes meant and went on to recommend a box for us. Wonderful, right? Well, not so much as my husband became offended. Without explaining the complicated boxes, I will just say that one of them dealt with car insurance. Pretty much if one of us was in an accident and there was an injury, nobody could take us to court and try to take away our house. The realtor said this only applied to me because my husband probably doesn't have a driver's license. He's had a driver's license since like his first week in America 5 years ago!! If he's working and paying taxes, he can obviously drive a darn vehicle and get a driver's license. I don't think my husband was initially insulted by this, but after  the next bit he was...

It came time for the realtor to write down our offer. After my husband explained that he was being honest with how he felt about the house, lot, and so on he told her what our offer was. She set (he says she threw it, but I don't remember that detail) her pen on the table and said, "if that is your offer, I'm not even going to write it down!" I began to explain that this was our starting point, the house has been on the market for 3 months, blah blah blah and she said it was ridiculous to make such an offer because the house is brand new. Too bad. I don't care if the house is brand new. Our offer was our offer and if that's what we wanted to offer how could she stop us?!

Long story short, she told my husband that making such an offer would make the owners angry and my husband shouted, "WELL! You already made me mad so I really don't care about what the owners think! That is my offer and it's the only offer I have at this time! If you can't write it down, we can throw away all these papers and look for a different house!" We ended up offering $4,000 more than what our offer originally was.

By the time we left I thought my husband had cooled down, but I was wrong. We got outside and he said, "really?! Do people think I ride around on your back all day?! Do people think I'm a stupid person because I'm not from here and I don't have my green card? If we were in Brazil...." I'm sure most of you can imagine all the details that completed that sentence.

Moth balls

When we moved into this house it was infested with moth balls. Oh yes, moth balls. My husband's friend lived here before us and he put moth balls in the cabinets, behind the fridge, in the closets, behind the couch, and everywhere else he could possibly think of. I can't diss on him too much because this is sort of HIS house and everything but what the heck?! I think he was trying to scare off an army of mice or something! I'm not too worried about mice so I went around picking up the moth balls and throwing them away. That was the first weekend of November and the scent is still haunting us. The moth ball scent will probably never go away, although it has gone down quite a bit.

We went to my dad's for Christmas and as we started unpacking our clothes all we could smell was moth balls. I had to rewash all of our clothes. Honestly, it's kind of funny. That experience definitely reminded that after you live somewhere for awhile you don't really notice the bad smells and what not.

Last night I was cooking supper. As I reached deep into the spice cabinet I noticed that it even smells like moth balls. GEESH. I'm really worried about when we move out. I'm going to have to deep clean all of our belongings and rewash EVERYTHING to get rid of the smell. Speaking of, we are moving out veryyy soon. More on that later! pssst, we're trying to buy a house!

Anyway, I've been studying all morning and decided to eat lunch. The easiest thing was a chicken pot pie so I opened it, stuck it in the microwave, and then attempted to eat it. The chicken pot pie tasted like freakin' moth balls. What the heck?!?! Please don't get me wrong. I don't know what moth balls taste like, but the taste was moth ball. I had to throw away my chicken pot pie and eat 2 oranges for lunch. Darn.