Elizabeth Weintraub • Sacramento Short Sale Agent • Land Park

Before I tell you about you about my new short sale listing in Midtown Sacramento, I have to ask if anybody knows what strangeness is up with Bank of America short sales lately? Over the past week, I've received a bunch of phone calls, some really late at night and all from different negotiators at Bank of America. The messages have been identical. It's as though management has issued some kind of directive.

The message is Bank of America wants to know if we can close escrow sooner than scheduled. I mean, it's OK if we can't, but could we please step on the gas and close that short sale faster? It makes me wonder if Bank of America is being proactive about increasing its reserves to comply with the new requirements. It seems to be wanting an influx of cash. And quickly.

I walked by a Bank of America office last weekend in Half Moon Bay. I didn't see any posters or signs about lending money for a mortgage. They were all about opening a checking account or putting money into savings. Just sayin' . . .

Here is a Craftsman bungalow in Midtown Sacramento, which is a perfect example of a home built during the Arts & Crafts period. It has an expansive and inviting front porch flanked by stone columns. If you're looking for understatement, elegance and the WOW factor, this is the home for you.

You'll find oak hardwood floors throughout, original woodwork and panels, boxed beam ceilings, leaded glass, built-in cabinets and generous sized rooms -- it definitely has that 1910 feel to the home.

Apart from its 5 bedrooms and 2 1/2 baths, there is a room upstairs that is presently used as a music room, plus an additional room for storage. It has a full basement with a wine cellar. There are 2 bedrooms on the first floor and 3 on the second floor. The sellers have turned space that was once the breakfast room into a family room, which overlooks the beautiful back yard and deck.

When you enter the home, you will notice how large and long the entry hall is because it will make you feel like you're walking into a palace. The formal living room with its oversized polished stone fireplace is on the right, and a bedroom is on the left. The front windows in both of those rooms slide up or down to let in the breeze.

From the living room, you walk into the formal dining room with its pretty built-in corner cabinets glittering in the sunlight. Continue straight ahead and you'll enter the kitchen, beyond which is a door to the back yard. To the left of the kitchen and at the end of the hall is the family room, which leads to the deck.

The first floor bath is simply magnificent. It's reminiscent of 1910 and sports a clawfoot tub, chicken-wire floor and the tank hangs up near the ceiling with a pull chain. It's spacious, white and bright and very pretty.

The master suite bath on the second floor is spectacular as well. It's actually 2 adjoining rooms, one with a skylight and tub and the other with a block glass wall for the walk-in shower with dual shower heads. Both of the rooms have a sink. According to the Sacramento County Assessor, this home has 2,802 square feet.

Best of all, is the parking. It's hard to find parking in Midtown much less a garage. This home has 3 garages in the rear, a double and a single, accessed from the alley. An usual feature is the locking gate door. It's an old jail door from an actual jail in Huntington Beach! Traffic is pretty quiet at this end of H Street, too, because the east bound traffic ends at 27th Street, which means the only people driving down H Street are either turning on 27th, which is not a major street, or they live on this block.

2611 H Street, Sacramento, CA 95816 is exclusively offered by Lyon Real Estate as a short sale at $499,000. For more information or a private showing, call your Sacramento short sale agent, Elizabeth Weintraub, at 916 233 6759.

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Although technically anything east of Alhambra is considered East Sacramento, it depends on whom you ask. The homes in the Alhambra Corridor are generally viewed as homes in Midtown Sacramento. That's because Midtown is just across the street.

This Craftsman bungalow was built in 1915. That was basically the last year for high water bungalows because that's the year the levy was built. One of the advantages to owning a 1915 high water bungalow is you have a full basement, which allows easy access to your electrical and plumbing. In fact, this home has the furnace in the basement, and a newer HVAC system.

If you're looking for vintage detailing, it's all here. The high baseboards, original woodwork, boxed ceiling, bay windows, hardwood floors, ooze Old World charm. The home has four bedrooms, possibly four, and one bath.

Two bedrooms are on the main floor with the master upstairs. Off the master are two more rooms, one of which could be used as a 4th bedroom or office or a place to add a second bath. It sits right above the main floor bath. The other room is probably better suited as a large walk-in closet.

The kitchen has been updated with newer cabinets, wood counters and a farm-style sink. It has parquet floors. Off the kitchen is a deck with stairs down to the back yard. The back yard sports a brick patio, a raised deck with a cover that stays, and a garage.

Oh, and this home is NOT a short sale. Some lucky buyer may qualify for the federal homebuyer tax credit if he or she goes into contract with the sellers before April 30th. If funds are still available, a buyer who purchases this home before April 30th might also qualify for 2 tax credits, which includes the California homebuyer tax credit. That would result in an $18,000 credit.

3110 Serra Way, Sacramento, CA 95816 is offered exclusively by Lyon Real Estate at $315,000. Call your Midtown Sacramento agent, Elizabeth Weintraub, at 916 233 6759 for more information.

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I did a rare thing yesterday afternoon. I went to lunch with my husband. One of his freelance employers gave him a gift certificate to the L-Wine Lounge in Midtown Sacramento, so that's where we headed. Unfortunately, the L-Wine Lounge is no longer serving lunch, probably due to the situation with our state furloughs in Sacramento. So, we walked over to Celestin's Restaurant on K Street, which serves up fairly decent Caribbean and Cajun cuisine.

On the way, we passed 3 parking ticket payment machines. In all 3 instances, a person stood in front of the ticket dispenser reading the directions and looking puzzled. I could relate. The first time I used one of these new-fangled machines to get a parking ticket, I was so confused that I crumpled the actual ticket, threw it on the floor of my car and stuck the blank portion on my car window. Of course, I got a parking ticket. It's a stupid system designed by an alien.

After lunch, I asked my husband if he would mind stopping at See's Candy on J Street. Somebody sent me 2 gift certificates to See's a while back. They were dated in December of 2008, and I've been carrying them around ever since. With my hand on the door handle to See's, my cell rang. It was a listing agent, calling to say her sellers had accepted my buyer's purchase offer without a counter offer. Eureka. OK, now I really craved chocolate. But first I had to call my client to let her know she got the home in Sacramento. She's a first-time home buyer, and I knew how much this news would mean to her. So, I wasn't paying attention when I opened the door.

Whoa, that store was packed. Wall-to-wall people. What are all these people doing at See's Candy on a Friday afternoon? Duh, my husband reminded me, it's the Friday before Valentine's Day. I couldn't even see the counter where all the chocolate-covered cherries were probably hiding for all the people in front of it. Instead, I grabbed a pound of dark chocolates, a pound of milk chocolates and headed for the check-out line.

See's Candy was founded in 1921, the year my grandmother had turned 21. It was my grandmother's favorite candy store. Whenever she came to visit me when I was a kid, she'd bring me a box of See's Candy. She said it was the best candy in the world, right next to that peanut brittle she'd buy from those interstate truck stops in Nebraska. As we stood in line, I shared these thoughts with my husband. The woman in front of us turned around and said, "I agree with her; See's Candy is the best in the world."

Now, in case you think chocolate is fattening, let me share something with you. Each one-pound box of See's Candy contains about 24 pieces. Two pieces equal about 160 calories. That means if you were to eat the entire box, you'd have consumed about 1,920 calories, which might sound like a lot until you figure that it takes 3,500 calories above your normal daily intake to gain one pound. Would you be willing to take on a half pound to eat an entire box of See's Candy? Yeah, I think I might.

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I get business one of two ways these days. Either people find me on the Internet or they are referred by previous clients. When I ask callers who found me on the Internet why they picked me, I often get the same answer. It's rarely because they believe I am brilliant, witty or experienced. Rats. They say it's because I have a friendly face.

If people are looking at the Lyon Real Estate website for Midtown Sacramento agents, my profile is all the way at the bottom. Because my last name is Weintraub, and it's sorted alphabetically. My office services primarily East Sacramento, Land Park, Curtis Park, Midtown and downtown Sacramento. At the bottom of the Lyon website is not the best place to be. I mean, a person's scrolly finger can wear out getting down to the bottom. We have more than 80 agents in our office.

Although I'm happy to be blessed with a friendly face and personality, I don't think that's the best reason to choose a real estate agent. But consumers have very little information to choose from when scrolling through photographs of real estate agents.

As I was driving along Business 80 yesterday on my way to show a home, I received a phone call from a prospective home buyer. She was calling about a listing in Sacramento. OK, what is the street? She yelled into my ear: Sacramento! No, what is the name of the street? She screamed again as though I was deaf: Sacramento, California!

Excuse me, I can't give you information about a listing if you don't tell me the name of the street where the home is located. What is the name of the street? The buyer finally responded: Cougar. I know that street. That's not an area where I specialize, but I told the buyer that I would be happy to refer her to another agent to show that home.

The buyer decided to argue with me, saying her mortgage broker told her that real estate agents can show homes anywhere in Sacramento. She insisted that I show her that home. Hey, it wasn't my listing. Instead, I referred her to my associate who is a neighborhood specialist in that area. To protect the innocent, let's say my associate's name is Bonnie. I gave her Bonnie's phone number.

A few minutes later, the buyer called back. She said, "I want to work with an American."

"I can assure you that Bonnie is an American."

"No, she's not," the caller hissed, "I got her voice mail, and her last name is Hernandez."

My mind went blank. I was shocked. It took me a few seconds to figure out what this caller was saying to me. I guess I must live in a protected world because I rarely run into this type of discrimination; although, sadly, I am aware that it exists. I didn't quite know how to respond, so I did what I usually do and relied on my gut instincts, my immediate reaction.

"I can't help you," I replied, "Because I don't work with bigoted people." I swerved to miss a slow-moving vehicle, pulled my cellphone out of its holster and pressed the "end call" button. I was kinda surprised at my reaction because I don't ordinarily hang up on callers. But she royally offended me.

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As you're reading this, you may think, "Oh, no, she dumped another cup of coffee into her keyboard again." I do this about twice a year. But I did no such thing. Unless my cat sneaked up on my desk and puked on it when I wasn't looking. Nope, this time I was just typing along when all of a sudden a bunch of 8's started to appear within my words. Like something out of the Twilight Zone.

I changed out the batteries for my keyboard and mouse. Still 8's. Shoved the keyboard aside and plugged in my Apple keyboard. The behavior continued. Why was my keyboard possessed? What did I do to deserve this?

Well, time was at a premium so I called customer support at Apple. See, this is the nice thing about working on a Mac. No long wait for customer support. It cost me $50 to find out the problem was my wireless keyboard. The tech guy said you can spill something in your keyboard and it won't necessarily quit working at that point. It can take months to fry it.

Fortunately, I have an OfficeMax in Midtown Sacramento, not too far from my home. OfficeMax assured me on the phone that it had a wireless ergonomic keyboard. I asked the clerk to check 3 times but when I got there, turned out he was mistaken. No surprise. Instead, I found a Logitech with tons of bells and whistles for $130. Grabbed it, took 4 phone calls on my way to the cash register. This time I decided to buy a 2-year warranty for $35 that replaced the keyboard for free in the event of "accidental handling."

Unpacked the box at home, removed the plastic film, inserted batteries, put the disk in my drive and opened the instruction booklet. Crap. Windows XP or Vista. That's what I get for yakking on my cell and not paying attention to what I'm buying. Just because it's a USB device doesn't mean it's cross platform.

Shoved everything into the box and drove back to the Midtown Office Max store. After much discussion, I discovered that OfficeMax has an ergonomic Microsoft 4000 keyboard on sale for $39 (retail: $60). Just like my former keyboard except it wasn't wireless. Did I really need wireless? Where do I ever take my keyboard? No where, that's where.

What I need is a wireless mouse, and I didn't like my old mouse. So, I bought a new wireless mouse that folds up. I can use it with my PC laptop, too.

OfficeMax offered me a 2-year warranty on this keyboard for $15. But at a $39 price point, a warranty is unnecessary. I figured it's better to buy two keyboards. This way I'll always have a spare. Beats forking out $150 every 6 months for a new keyboard and mouse, don't you agree?

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If you're looking for a Midtown agent who knows the Grid, call Elizabeth Weintraub at 916.233.6759. My office is at the corner of 28th & J Streets.

Jenny Lewis doesn't disappoint. Members of the audience at the Empire last night were hoping to hear tracks from Lewis' new release, Acid Tongue, and Lewis and her band delivered those tunes -- while not exactly flawlessly, which is also an attraction to see a live show, but effortlessly, with spirit. If you've never heard Jenny Lewis, her voice is a Stradivarius: sweet, silky and sultry.

My husband suggested we arrive at the nightclub on R Street in Sacramento about 5:45 PM to ensure seating. There aren't a lot of tables and chairs, and this was an all-age show, with a section reserved for those over 21. All I can say is I was thankful it wasn't mid July, because we ended up standing in line for an hour. Doors were supposed to open at 6 PM.

We haven't been to the Empire for a while. The last show we saw at that venue was a dual billing several years ago, Cracker and Camper Van Beethoven. Since then, R Street has watched a Paragary's restaurant come and go, and the north side of the block between 14th and 15th has exploded with restaurants, lots of outdoor seating and people milling about.

As I glinted into the sun, I spied some dude walking up the sidewalk carrying a huge owl. Wait, that couldn't be right. Oh, of course not. That's not an owl, how silly of me. It's a monkey. Perhaps a spider monkey. My brain didn't register the fact that regardless of whether the guy was toting a live hooting owl or a monkey, you just don't see those sorts of things on the street but it didn't seem out of place. As he got closer, it was apparent he wasn't carrying either of those animals. It was a chihuahua with sunglasses. Still.

Once inside, more than an hour later, we scored a table as close to the stage as we could get, and I squeezed my butt into one of those George Jetsen swivel chairs. My husband scouted up a menu, we selected fish tacos, onion rings and a Caesar salad, and my husband left the table to order from the bartender. Well, she wasn't really a bartender because she wasn't old enough to sell cocktails. My husband said nobody has ever ordered food from her before because she had no idea about how to ring up the purchases or when the food would arrive. So my husband waited at the bar.

The Empire used to have waitresses, before the downturn in the economy, but there was none in sight last night. We didn't get the onion rings for some reason, they substituted French fries, and none of the prices on the menu matched our receipt, but what the hey, we weren't there for dinner. Dinner was just something we do around 7 PM. We were there to hear Jenny Lewis.

The show started late, after 8 PM, after an opening act from LA, The Dawes. Lewis swung out on stage, sashaying and dipping, sporting a hat you'd expect to see Tom Waitt wear -- which topped her long, wavy, red locks -- a light-colored shirt with a vest, paired with tight jeans. Her show was filled with haunting melodies, fast-paced rock, syrupy country and psychedelic rock all rolled into one. My favorite was Godspeed:

Godspeed to you
Keep the lighthouse in sight

Oops, I'm out of time. I have to run out to Folsom early this morning to take a listing. Just want to add that if you missed Jenny Lewis with the Watson Twins or have never heard Rabbit Fur Coat, you're in for a treat if you pick up a couple of Jenny Lewis CDs.

The Short Sale Savior, by Elizabeth Weintraub, coming in June 2009.

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Have you ever noticed that many older people, especially those past the age of 50, rarely smile in photographs? Even many celebrities don't smile when their picture is taken. I suspect it's because when we age, our teeth change. Some get longer in the tooth, some teeth twist. I never knew what it meant when an older person would say about his or her age, "Hey, at least I have all my own teeth."

If you're one of those lucky individuals who go to the dentist a couple times a year and never have any dental problems, then you might not be interested in finding an excellent dentist or a periodontist in Midtown, Sacramento. However, if you're at that, um, age when you need to preserve that smile, I can definitely refer you to great services.

I switched dentists last year because I was unhappy with my present dentist. Apart from the fact that she refused to change her billing system and continued to send my dental bills to my husband, she lacked communication skills. I had asked her to fix a little groove in one tooth that seemed to attract plaque. When I got the bill, I discovered she had worked on two teeth instead. Since it was purely cosmetic, I was confused as to why she didn't follow my wishes.

I discovered that every time I left her office, I was irritated. Now, when I was younger, I used to believe that it didn't matter if I liked my dentist. It was like going to the car wash. The dentist did her or his job, and I was out of there. But now that I've reached that certain age, having faith and trust in my dentist has become important. Just like a home buyer or seller should have faith and trust in a real estate agent. It's a business relationship that can affect your entire future.

Last week I had implants. This is a process where your existing teeth are removed months prior, you go through an agonizing process of wearing a temporary plate, and then the dentist drills a hole in your jaw and sort of screws in a post that will hold your crowns. If you're considering that type of procedure, or need a bridge or even just crowns, you really want a team of specialists.

My dentist explained that I could choose the type of smile I wanted -- the shape, color and contour of my new teeth. He suggested I not choose the smile of an 18-year-old because it would look silly at my age. I looked online at a bazillion photographs of older women smiling. Didn't like Jamie Lee Curtis' smile nor that of Mary Tyler Moore. Hmmm, Julie Roberts was a possibility but way too much gum showing. She's also much younger than me. Jane Fonda's smile is just weird. I finally settled on Sally Field. OK, she's a bit older, but she has a fabulous smile.

I highly recommend my periodontist Dr. Leland Lee. His office is located at the corner of 22nd and Capitol, phone: 916.444.1121. Plus, he puts you out during the procedure, and for a wimp like me, that's important. His office staff is fabulous, and he is meticulous in his work. My regular dentist is Dr. James D. Coyle, and his office is across the street at 2201 Capitol Avenue, Suite 101, phone: 916.444.2957. Dr. Coyle has been a dentist probably forever, he has excellent communication skills and is simply awesome. When I leave his office, I am always smiling.

And this week I walked out with my Sally Field's smile.

The Short Sale Savior, by Elizabeth Weintraub, coming in June 2009.

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If you're a home buyer or seller in Midtown, Sacramento, who needs a Midtown real estate agent and would like to see my Sally Field's smile in person, call or email me: 916.233.6759, elizabeth at elizabethweintraub.com.

I showed a buyer homes in Midtown, Sacramento, last weekend. As we drove, the buyer asked me what I thought of my fellow REALTORS. That sounded like an odd question, so before answering, I probed. He said that when he bought his first home, he looked at more than 20 homes with four different agents. The reason he kept changing agents was because if he didn't buy a home during the first tour, the agent lost interest and dropped him.

The question he asked implied that agents are only out for themselves. That's the part that bothered me. I believe that when an agent accepts a client as a buyer, that agent has a duty to perform to that buyer's expectations. If it takes showing 20 homes or even 100 homes, then we show 20 or 100 homes.

Of course, previewing homes before showing, counseling the buyer and selectively choosing the homes that meet the buyer's objectives cuts down on the number of homes a buyer needs to see before coming to a decision to make an offer.

In reality, though, I showed this Midtown buyer 5 homes before he chose to write an offer. However, I have worked with some buyers for several years to find that perfect home. That's what agents do.

The Short Sale Savior, by Elizabeth Weintraub, coming June 2009.

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I received a very disturbing email from an agent I'm in escrow with. Her husband threw her a 30th birthday party at The MoMo Lounge, a block away from my midtown Lyon real estate office at 27th and J Streets. According to my friend, her husband was assured there would be security provided for this very important and private party.

In the middle of this special occasion over the weekend, the agent saw three people she did not know standing by the handbags. She walked over to question them, asking if they were friends of her husband. The man spat in her face, then punched her in face and he pushed her to the ground. Then his two female companions held her on the ground, pulled out huge chunks of her hair, while the man continued to kick and stomp on her.

Please be careful if you plan private parties with public access in Midtown. And please, get a guarantee on security. This is so dreadful, I hardly know what to say about it except that I am feeling very worried and anxious about this agent. Fortunately, she went to see her family physician. She has bruises, is sore and has a mild concussion. The victim's husband is distraught and blaming himself because security was not in force.

She's filing a police report today. Crime can happen anywhere. Not just in Midtown.

The Short Sale Savior, by Elizabeth Weintraub, coming soon to a bookstore near you.

A client called me yesterday, sounding in somewhat a panic. He and his wife bought a high water bungalow in Midtown a few months ago. Among the many glorious features shared by homes in Midtown, Sacramento, this home also has wood floors, bordered by inlaid mahogany, but the floors needed to be refinished. As the floor refinisher was securing loose boards, he managed to drill a couple screws not into the joist below but into a copper pipe running to the water heater.

Did I know a good plumber? I'd say out of the emergencies that could happen in a home, plumbing is an immediate concern because it involves water. You never hear of anybody screaming hysterically, "I need a framer to build a wall in the next 30 minutes or we're all gonna die."

Here's a couple tips for you: Don't ever work on plumbing in the middle of the night when all the stores are closed. And keep your plumber's number handy, taped to the back of your landline or programmed into your cell or stuck to the water heater.

The floor refinisher is picking up the cost to install a new copper line. Let me tell you, copper ain't cheap nowadays.

But I know how the poor guy felt. I had removed a tub from a second-floor bath in a former house -- back in my buy, fix and sell decade -- and hired a plumber to install new plumbing in the floor and walls for a shower. After he left, I put the fiberglass base in place and tried to secure it to the wall studs. Unknown to me, the plumber had cut away the bottom portion of the studs under the shower handle. So, when I drove a screw into the spot where the stud should have been, I drilled a hole right through the copper pipe, which sprang a leak.

Fortunately, for me, the plumber came right back and fixed it. He felt badly about it because only a few days earlier, he had put his foot through the Sheetrocked ceiling below, but that's another story for another time.

The moral of this story is use a stud finder, if you need to, and mark where the studs or joists are located before drilling or poking metal objects through floors, walls or ceilings. I think I shall buy a caseload of them to hand out as closing presents from now on.

The Short Sale Savior, by Elizabeth Weintraub, coming to a bookstore near you in February.

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