Date: Sun 22 March 2009 at 1:53 PM
To: Clark Kent [not real name]
From: Bella Fitzgerald [not real name]
Subject: Right name, wrong price
I've been surfin' around online trying to find a rectangular jetted tub at a decent price.
Ironic that I ran across this one. I like the name, but it's too small for that big price.
(hold mouse over the photo if you can't see the name)
On with the search!
Bella
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Face it -- If your name is Tonya, I see stripper poles, government cheese and jail time in your future. ---- Rich Ragains
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Date: Mon 23 March 2009 at 9:40 AM
To: Bella
From: Clark
Subject: Right name, wrong price
Too funny - they named it for you. I will keep my eyes open for one. You might even try calling like LCR or someplace like Coburn's - cuz even thought they push all the expensive stuff in their showrooms, they usually know all the lines out there and what companies offer what for the best value. I have found Anessa Whitehead at LCR to be knowledgable - you might call her and just tell her you are looking for a decent priced jetted tub, and see if she has any recommendations.
Have a great Monday.
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Date: Mon Mar 23, 2009 at 10:29 AM
To: Clark
From: Bella
Subject: Right name, wrong price
Dex and I went to LCR (Plumbing Warehouse) on Saturday. Lots of neat stuff in there, but there were only two in the showroom that had the look I am going for. One was cast iron and too heavy for upstairs installation, so it got nixxed right off the bat. The other acryllic one was perfect, but was over $2,000.
I spent much of Sunday morning surfin' the Internet looking for a linear/rectangular jetted tub for under $2K, and apparently there is no such animal. The closest I got to that goal was $2,018.00 with free shipping. Might be worth it, but I still have time to shop around some more.
Thanks for the advice.... I'm not sure how to sum up my experience at LCR on Saturday. I told them when we entered that we just wanted to browse, so I appreciated not being badgered by salespeople.... but then they really didn't notice when we were ready and we had to go back up front and ask for help.
They were knowledgeable about their products, though. I just didn't want to make them jump through hoops finding me a perfect tub when I'm not actually at the point of purchasing anything yet.
As for the downstairs bathroom, I've got my eye on a garden tub for about $500.00 that would be easy access, if not technically handicap accessible. I looked at those step-in tubs and they start at $9,000.00!!! We'll get one of those when the time comes--not in my budget at the present!
At work now and need to look busy.... later, gator.
Bella
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Date: Mon 23 March 2009 at 10:40 AM
To: Bella
From: Clark
Subject: Right name, wrong price
Yeah - they do get busy in there - and the nature of the business is that when they get wrapped up helping someone select kitchen and bath fixtures for a big spec house with kitchen, 3 full baths and a half bath in the garage or patio, it can take hours to help one person. Sometimes if I know I need some time, I will schedule an appointment with one of them. But - I am exactly like you - I try not to make someone jump through hoops if I am not planning to make a purchase in the semi-near future - the tough thing about tubs is sometimes you have to know your specs--at least approximately--so that you can give it to your framer or draw it on theplans.
When are you going to get some drawings from Mickey? I'd like to see them.
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Date: Mon Mar 23, 2009 at 10:56 AM
To: Clark
From: Bella
Subject: Right name, wrong price
I'm hoping to hear from Mickey this week or next. I'm mailing off my first mortgage payment this week (due April 1st) and I don't even have clear title to the land yet! But once that's done, I want to be ready to rock & roll.... get the drawings, meet with the contractor, and have a slab poured by mid-April.
I'll let you know.... would you want to visit with Mickey when I go to pick them up? You're certainly welcome to.
A.J.
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Date: Mon Mar 23, 2009 at 11:45 AM
To: Bella
From: Clark
Subject: Right name, wrong price
That - or better - you and I could spend some time looking them over at our own pace and make a few organized notes (room by room, etc...) that you could then go back and discuss. That way we don't just glance at them and start making comments off the cuff - sometimes plans take a little time to absorb.
Have you been through any iterations of drawings with him or is this your first go-around?
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Date: Mon Mar 23, 2009 at 12:35 PM
To: Clark
From: Bella
Subject: Right name, wrong price
First go-round. I'm a property virgin. A blueprint virgin. A construction virgin. A real estate virgin.
I could go on and on.... but sooner or later, I'd be lying.
LOL
Bella
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Date: Mon Mar 23, 2009 at 1:27 PM
To: Bella
From: Clark
Subject: Right name, wrong price
You are soooooo funny. I'm LOL too!
Monday, March 23, 2009
Saturday, December 27, 2008
I want a little brother!
My sister Anna had a baby boy on December 9th. Until little Jude's arrival, my brother's son P.J. was the lone "boy" in an extended family swathed in pink and screaming with giggly girls. The lone prince for six years now, we worried that P.J. might feel threatened by the new tike. But no worries there.... he loves Jude.
So much so, in fact, that he asked his parents for a baby brother of his own. His little sister LuLu is great, he says, but she doesn't play soccer or biddy-ball or do other boy-stuff with him. Feeling a bit under the gun, my brother and his wife explained to P.J.--by way of simple math--the fallacy of getting a baby brother at this point. "Even if we got one now, you'd always be six years older than him. By the time he was four and old enough to play T-ball, you'd be ten and starting little league. By the time he's ten, you'll be a senior in high school focusing on graduation. By the time he graduates, you'll be finished college, married and moved away to New York City. And that's if it's a boy--there's a 50/50 chance we'd get another girl." So they agreed that a baby brother wasn't such a great idea, after all.
P.J. solemnly told me all this when my family gathered on Christmas Eve. "Tante Bella, I don't know what to do," he moaned. "I want a little brother, but I don't want to move to New York City!"
"Oh, sugar," I soothed. "You don't have to. And I think I have a solution for you. Have you ever considered adoption?"
"Like we adopted Max from the dog pound?"
"Right. You can adopt a little boy closer to your age--he doesn't have to be a baby. Maybe a 5-year-old.... that way, you can still be the big brother, but he'd be old enough to play sports and do boy-stuff with you."
P.J. was taking to this notion pretty well, but I could tell he was still just a little skeptical. Knowing his love of Chinese food, I went for the coupe-de-grace. "And if you adopt a little Chinese boy, you could have eggrolls and noodles all the time!"
He ran off to tell my brother, and a minute later, I heard Chance laughing. "Well, that's an idea, P.J. .... go ask your mother."
Another minute passed, and I heard my sister-in-law yell out, "Bella! You're warpin' my kid again!"
What can I say? It's in the job description of a bonne tante.
So much so, in fact, that he asked his parents for a baby brother of his own. His little sister LuLu is great, he says, but she doesn't play soccer or biddy-ball or do other boy-stuff with him. Feeling a bit under the gun, my brother and his wife explained to P.J.--by way of simple math--the fallacy of getting a baby brother at this point. "Even if we got one now, you'd always be six years older than him. By the time he was four and old enough to play T-ball, you'd be ten and starting little league. By the time he's ten, you'll be a senior in high school focusing on graduation. By the time he graduates, you'll be finished college, married and moved away to New York City. And that's if it's a boy--there's a 50/50 chance we'd get another girl." So they agreed that a baby brother wasn't such a great idea, after all.
P.J. solemnly told me all this when my family gathered on Christmas Eve. "Tante Bella, I don't know what to do," he moaned. "I want a little brother, but I don't want to move to New York City!"
"Oh, sugar," I soothed. "You don't have to. And I think I have a solution for you. Have you ever considered adoption?"
"Like we adopted Max from the dog pound?"
"Right. You can adopt a little boy closer to your age--he doesn't have to be a baby. Maybe a 5-year-old.... that way, you can still be the big brother, but he'd be old enough to play sports and do boy-stuff with you."
P.J. was taking to this notion pretty well, but I could tell he was still just a little skeptical. Knowing his love of Chinese food, I went for the coupe-de-grace. "And if you adopt a little Chinese boy, you could have eggrolls and noodles all the time!"
He ran off to tell my brother, and a minute later, I heard Chance laughing. "Well, that's an idea, P.J. .... go ask your mother."
Another minute passed, and I heard my sister-in-law yell out, "Bella! You're warpin' my kid again!"
What can I say? It's in the job description of a bonne tante.
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