Anyway, for those of you who haven't heard, yours truly was interviewed for a story in the Sacramento Bee regarding the horror that is a short sale. I chatted with a journalist a couple weeks ago and was subsequently visited by a lovely camera man at my little shack that will.
"Sweet!" I was thinking. "Maybe I will get a quote or two and a little snapshot in the real estate section, which I can send to my mom, my aunts and my grandma, who would be oh so proud. Way to go, Chels. You're a star in those two sentences of newspaper copy."
Welp, that wasn't quite the case. . .
I woke up on Sunday and checked my Sac Bee app on the trusty iPhone, and there I was, top story of the "Top Stories" section. "No way," I thought. So, 6am in all my glory, I run to the Bordova Starbucks and grab the paper only to be greeted by none other than my goofy self. On the cover. In my painting clothes. With a wreck of a house behind me. And a big garbage can with the word "FREE" spraypainted in construction orange on it.
Let me clear a couple things up so I might live the rest of my life with a hint less embarassment:
1. Though I hoped that the Bee would spring for a little PhotoShop action, I was gravely mistaken. The camera adds ten pounds, ok?
2. Along with adding ten pounds, the camera adds about 100 years... To the house. My poor little Discoball Shack looks like a hot mess. I swear, it is no longer at that level of shack-dom.
3. The only reason "FREE" is written on the garbage can (which I am kicking myself for not moving pre-photoshoot) is because we had an abundance of oranges during last year's harvest and Shupasaurus left them out for our neighbors to pillage.
4. Yes, I realize I need to get those roots done. Hey, you try forking over your life savings plus ten million, then starting a construction project of epic proportions and find the time and money to get your hair done. Not as easy as you would think. And yes, I am forgoing food and necessities so that I can take care of it ASAP. Ugg, what would my aunt, the world class hairdresser, say if she saw my hair looking a mess like that? Thankfully she lives in LA Times territory and not Bee-ville.
Anyway, enough excuses.
I am happy that my bloggie got a shoutout and I know my mom is proud that her daughter made it above the fold and, in the words of a family friend, "not for committing a crime." I'm still waiting for the extreme spike in blog readership, but hey, I've got plenty of time. I'll take the 100 extra views this little blog has gotten in the last few days.
Thank you to Jim for including me in your piece. Thank you to the cameraman who managed to catch me not making too bad of a duckface (damn you duckface, for plaguing me in photos). And thanks to everyone who called me a star over the last few days. It may not be true, but it's fun to pretend.
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