Happy Holidays

It’s that time of year again, holiday parties, holiday events for children, booze, food, and presents!  I do enjoy the holidays because we get to see so much of our families and my girls love any chance they get to see all their cousins.  Well, for me, their is always delicious food and drink around as well.  Let’s just say that if you are a master at making peanut butter balls, I would love you forever.

So this year I started my new career in real estate and it has gone pretty well I think.  I have learned A LOT and realized that there is much more stress than I was expecting.  One thing I have learned that carries over to both my personal life and my career, surround yourself with like-minded people.  People that make you better as a person.  People that have similar goals.  People that have similar morals. People that will make me better.  Once I realized that I was letting the same people in my life upset me or make me feel bad about myself, I walked away.  It took me years to finally realize that nothing was going to change on its own, I had to do the changing.  Now, I’m surrounding myself with some awesome people and there is almost zero drama.  I am almost 37 years old and there is no room for drama in my life (unless it’s from my 6 or 8 year old).

I truly believe that it should be the same in your professional life.  The reason I choose my current brokerage is because I wanted to work with some of the best people in real estate.  I wanted to pick the brains of all these multi-million dollar producers who had been in the business for over ten years.  My motto was, if I’m going to be the best, I have to work with the best.  I think a lot of real estate agents get a bad reputation for being snotty, standoffish, and selfish.  Believe me, there are plenty of those still in the business but for the most part, the successful agents are there to help.  I have learned a lot from my fellow associates at RE/MAX and I don’t think I would have been as successful my first year if I had gone somewhere else.

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In the past couple months I have jumped on the Rachel Hollis train and I’m loving it!  If you haven’t read Girl, Wash Your Face then you are missing out.  She also has a podcast that is fun and inspiring to listen to.  I’ve been staying positive, setting goals for myself, and holding myself accountable more.  I’m still working on the whole “working out everyday” thing but I’ll get there (hopefully)!  What I’m trying to say is that, she has inspired me to be better and sometimes that is all we need.  I have big plans for myself in 2019, and I can’t wait to start crushing it.  Stay tuned…

#WYCOStrong

I’ve really struggled this week to keep my emotions in tact and maintain some sort of normalcy.  On Friday, June 15th I was at work and received a breaking news alert on my Apple watch which I automatically checked like normal.  I believe it said something to the effect of two officers shot at Wyandotte County Courthouse, more information to come.  What many people don’t know about Wyandotte County is that as crazy as it sounds, we are a very tight knit community.  I don’t know another community in the Kansas City metro area that has what Wyandotte County has. It’s hard to describe.  Wyandotte County has a bad reputation and a lot of it is deserved but a lot of it is just plain bullshit.  Many of the residents started their families here, and then their families started families and so on and so on.  I guess what I’m trying to say is that everyone knows everybody, or at least knows someone from their family.  We are a community that supports our police and fire departments, our city employees, our neighbors.  It’s not about about republican or democrat, it’s about being a decent person and doing the right thing.


After seeing the breaking news alert I quickly grab my phone in search for more information.  From the little information that I had seen, I was scared.  Real scared.  I have friends and family that work at the courthouse, that work for the sheriff’s office, that work for the Kansas City Kansas Police Department, and  the Kansas City Kansas Fire Department.  All I knew at that point was something bad had happened and multiple people were shot.  After some texts to friends and wives of law enforcement around the city, I was relieved that everyone I knew was safe and accounted for.  But then I lost it.  We, and when I saw we, I mean Wyandotte County, have lost so many great people in the past couple years due to really bad criminals being on the street.  Officer Melton, Detective Lancaster, and Lou Scherzer all were murdered by stupid pieces of trash.  All murdered in our community, in our backyard.  Why does this keep happening!

As a wife of a firefighter, I can honestly say that I don’t get worried about my husband not coming home after his shift.  We get busy with our jobs, with our kids, and with our life and I just honestly don’t ever worry about it.  And then these horrible acts of violence happen and I’m sure Deputy King and Deputy Rohrer’s family expected them to come home that evening.  I’m sure that Detective Lancaster wife and kids expected him home for dinner that evening.  I’m sure that Officer Melton’s girlfriend and kids expected to see him that evening.  I know Lou Scherzer’s fiancée didn’t think that Saturday night was any different than the one before.  So am I a bad person that I don’t get scared every third day that my husband might not come home?  I am asking that question, be honest.

No matter what your spouse does for a living, just imagine waiting by the phone or by the front door waiting for a Chaplin to come.  What kind of life could you lead?  A couple years ago two brave Kansas City Missouri Firefighters went on a call that went horribly wrong and they lost their lives (the fire was deliberately set so it was murder in my opinion). Do you think that Larry Leggio and John Mesh thought they wouldn’t be going back to the station after that routine call!  I bet they did, they were seasoned firefighters.  I don’t want to get into the whole “Our lives are in God hands” discussion because that could go in a whole other direction.

The point is that I’m sad.  I’m angry.  I want the families of these deplorable criminals to know that they are horrible people and they don’t deserve to live.  I actually wish harm on them. Why do bad things happen to good people?  Why couldn’t Antoine Fielder get shot in the head? Why can’t he suffer? Hell, you can’t even put on the news anymore without hearing about horrible people killing innocent people just because.  When did it become acceptable to bully, talk down, and spew hate towards people.  I have to admit that I have gone on rants about President Trump many of times on social media but he makes it too easy.

We need a leader, a role model, a stable person to lead our country and our cities.  We need to stop all this madness and start over.  Our President sucks and I feel like this country is an embarrassment.  I’m embarrassed to be an American right now.  I want our justice system overhaul, I want gun reform, I want children to stay with their parents, I want people to be decent, I want CHANGE.  I don’t want want to ever have to tell my children that their father was killed.  I WANT CHANGE.

I am proud of my city.  I am proud to call Wyandotte County home.  I love how we all come together for the greater good.  I hope that I never have to go to Children’s Mercy Park for a funeral again.  I love how we support our heros.

Next time you think you are having a bad day, just remember, it could be worse.

I don’t want worse, I’ve had enough.

#WYCOStrong

Photo Cred: Caylen Sunderman

My First Listing

I never thought I would be so nervous when it came to listing my brother-in-laws home.  Going into very confident, I soon realized that I was putting all this pressure on myself to be perfect because I didn’t want to mess anything up on my first listing.  This house was a charming ranch in Prairie Village, Kansas (a highly sought after area) and I assumed it would go quick.  The market is super crazy right now in Kansas City, homes are selling in the matter of hours and for over asking price.  Can you imagine trying to purchase your first home for $250,000 and having to offer $20,000 over asking price?  Crazy, but that is exactly what is happening now.  I’m hearing stories everyday about clients losing in bidding wars while still going over list price and its not only frustrating for them, us Realtors are frustrated too.

My brother-in-law and I decided we were going to get the place fixed up and he was going to move out in order to keep it “show ready”.  His family worked so hard to get everything cleaned and staged in order to show home buyers the potential in this home.  He had bought this home back in 2014 for a steal (it was a foreclosure).  For the past couple years he has been doing updates here and there in hopes to sell it when the time was right.  Apparently April 2018 was the right time.  Woo Hoo!

 

Above are some before and after pictures.  I had KC Media Team come over and take the listing photos of all the hard work he did.  Aren’t they great?  I loved how the photos turned out.  Remodeled kitchen, refinished hardwoods throughout living and bedrooms, and fresh paint everywhere make a huge difference.  Beautiful. (Kitchen remodel done by Residential Revival)

We listed it on a Friday and it was under contract by Monday evening.  All that hard work paid off.  Now we wait until closing…

Anxiety Rules

So I’ve been busy. I’ve been so busy that I haven’t had time to have anxiety attacks about getting cancer again (just anxiety attacks about everything else). Right before Christmas I started back to work full time and I think that has been my saving grace. Having a full time job in healthcare, two little girls, and the holidays really keeps my mind off the big things that would normally set my anxiety off. There were a couple moments throughout the holiday in which I had to self medicate myself or overserved myself. Such a reaccuring habit for me. 

I am two months post surgery and almost at 100% again. My left arm is still having some auxiliary cording issues but nothing that keeps me from doing daily tasks. I will continue to do physical therapy once a week until it has resolved. My lovely breast expansion has come to an end and I will be picking out my implants and scheduling my exchange surgery this week. Exciting stuff. I am so ready to get these hockey pucks off my chest. It is amazing how little I care about breasts after all of this, I stress over my hair much more. Why is my hair parting when it is so short? I guess that cute pixie cut is going to have to be earned. The awkward hair phase will be lasting for a few years so I guess I’ll just have deal. My nails aren’t growing back as well as the hair which is super embarrassing. They are super brittle, a little discolored, and very short. It’s strange how the little things bug me more than the big things. Well, they aren’t big anymore. 

I wanted to start this year off different, very cliche I know. After having cancer at 34 years old you don’t sit back and wait for it to develop again, you live. I told myself I wanted to be a better wife, a better mom, and a better friend. I’m not sure if the better drugs I have now but I’m happier than I was. My anxiety is my number one problem I deal with on a daily basis but I am slowly learning how to treat certain situations. For example, I’m deathly afraid of heights. It’s not just the height that scares me, it’s the falling to my death and the aftermath of that. I know it’s silly and it has become worse with age. I am determined not to let this rule my life! So this past weekend we went up to the mountains in Colorado with some great friends to ski. Well, they all ski and I haven’t done it since a was teenager. I signed up for a ski lesson and off I went to the big mountian. Okay so it was more of a hill but I went through with it. As the lesson go more intense I knew that they would make me use the chair lift which has been the greatest fear of all. My heart was about to jump out of my chest but I did it. It was super scary for me but it’s done and I will never do it again. After that lesson, I took off those uncomfortable ski boots and sat my happy ass down at the bar where I belong.  The fact that I tried it is all that matters. 

I hope that this year I will get a firm grip on the anxiety that follows me around everyday. It will not run my life like in the past. Do you see the fear in my eyes? This was right before the ski lesson.