by Paul Slaybaugh | Apr 25, 2012 | Featured Properties
Welcome to Belmont at Triple Crown.
Nestled in the heart of Scottsdale’s renowned Triple Crown community along the Tatum corridor, Belmont is the crown jewel of the prestigious 85254 zip code. A gated “lock and leave” subdivision which beckons seasonal and year-round residents alike, it features the appealing newer, block construction of Centex Homes in an ideal central location. With all of the privacy of single-family homes on more manageable “patio home” style lots, residents enjoy a lifestyle of private enjoyment that does not sentence them to hours on end of excessive landscape maintenance.
And within Belmont at Triple Crown, we just so happen to have listed its finest home for sale.
Located in the center of the complex for added security, and away from any busy streets, the home at 4841 E. Wagoner Rd is replete with upgrades and extras over and above the typical offering.
The huge island kitchen includes upgraded white cabinetry, high-level slab granite counter tops, upgraded appliances, upgraded lighting an fixtures, and would be quite at home in a property twice the size of this 1952 square foot patio home.
Ceramic tile greets you at the front door and kitchen. Hardwood floors extend through the living, dining and family rooms. The bathrooms and laundry room feature upgraded marble flooring.
The family room features a gas fireplace and highly upgraded Anderson sliding glass doors. The South-facing backyard orientation allows for plenty of natural light. For those occasions when you’d rather block out the sun rather than invite it in, there are plantation shutters throughout the home in addition to a fully retractable back patio awning (remote control operated) that shades the entire patio area.
In addition to a guest bedroom and den/office, this wonderful home includes a generous master suite (master bedroom suite is 20′ x 18′) with two closets (one walk-in), double-sink vanity and separate shower and tub in the master bathroom.
The Spanish architecture of the home includes a full tile roof and a mission bell tower look to the front elevation.
In addition to the cosmetic upgrades, the home features many structural improvements including a newer A/C unit, newer water heater, soft water system, etc.
The community features a heated pool and spa in addition to the clubhouse and gym/exercise room. In fact, the walking path right next to the home leads directly to those amenities.
If you are ready to reclaim your weekends by abandoning the oversized yard that seemed like such a necessity at one time, you owe it to yourself to view this property. Give up the lawnmower, not your privacy.
Whether a jet-setter for business or pleasure who needs a lower maintenance home in a secure community for those times when you have to drop everything and leave for a month, or simply at a stage in life when you want single-family living, just minus the weekly headaches of yardwork, this is the home for you.
Call or email Paul Slaybaugh with Realty Executives today to arrange a private viewing of this stunning home.
480-220-2337
paul@scottsdalepropertyshop.com
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by Paul Slaybaugh | Mar 22, 2012 | Featured Properties
Looking for a rental home that doesn’t feel like a rental home? You’ve landed on the right page.
Nestled in the foothills of Shadow Mountain, this terrific five bedroom, three bath home is the pride of North Phoenix. That’s right, I said five true bedrooms.
A first-time rental, the relocating owners have painstakingly upgraded this home over the course of the last two years. From the architectural stone on the front exterior to the pavered front and back patios, you will be welcomed by the pride of ownership that simply does not exist in typical rental housing.
Featuring 4 bedrooms / 2 bathrooms up, and 1 bedroom and bath down, the 1998 construction boasts a family room, living room and formal dining area in addition to an eat-in kitchen nook.
And the kitchen … oh, the kitchen!
Recently remodeled with richly refinished cabinets, glass mosaic backsplash tile and newer appliances, you’ll be tempted to spread out on the generous kitchen island and simply bask in the room’s grandeur.
If you must leave the kitchen at some point, I highly suggest you only do so in favor of the resort-worthy backyard. The expanded back patio has been recently upgraded with pavers and a built-in firepit. Sit down for a spell on the built-in bench swing and let the world disappear for awhile as you laze away the day.
And, of course, the coup d’etat … the pebble-tec swimming lagoon (to just call it a “pool” would be a gross disservice). Fenced to accommodate those with fledgling swimmers, a salt-water filtration system was recently installed to spare your eyes, skin and hair the harsh chlorine experience. Perfect for a dip on those warm summer days, you’ll feel you’re treating yourself to a “staycation” in your very own home.
And what kind of resort experience would it be if you had to maintain said lagoon yourself? You provide the mimosas; the landlord will provide the pool service.
Of course, none of these amazing features would matter in the least if the home was not centrally located. Nice as the total package is, you likely wouldn’t want to commute to the other side of the moon to enjoy it. As the old adage goes, the three rules of Real Estate are location, location, location. Fortunately, the home sits along the prestigious 28th St and Thunderbird corridor. With high-end custom homes dotting the neighboring subdivisions, you will be equally thrilled with the ready access to the 51 freeway for an easy commute to downtown Phoenix.
If this is the lifestyle you envision, but aren’t quite ready to make the long-term commitment of a purchase, come take a test-run with us. Your only regret will be that you waited so long to start living the life you’ve always wanted.
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by Paul Slaybaugh | Mar 13, 2012 | This & That
“Why is his skin all splotchy?”
Chip Donaghue stared at the pathetic, grey man on the gurney. Tubes ran in and out of his crystallized body, connecting him to a bank of beeping machines and monitors.
“Sublimation is typical,” the humorless doctor beside him announced.
“Sublimation?”
“Freezer burn,” the doctor clarified, his high-pitched voice at odds with its gravelly undertones. He struck Chip as a man who had spent considerable time exploring the outer edges of life’s spectrum.
The beeping intensified moments before the patient sat straight up.
“He’s awake,” Chip shouted, taking a step toward the bed before being restrained by a vice-like grip.
He looked back to find the doctor’s skeletal hand clamped to his meaty shoulder.
How can he be that strong? Chip wondered.
“Keep your distance,” the doctor rasped. “He’s not lucid.”
“Like hell,” Chip argued, struggling in vain to free himself. “Look at him!”
“That’s just gas,” the doctor informed him.
“Gas,” Chip protested, incredulous. “He’s sitting up for crissakes!”
“The cells in the core are the first to awaken,” the doctor assured him. “They expand as they release CO2. Get too close during the herky-jerky and you’re apt to get clipped by an errant limb.”
The patient’s mouth remained a frozen “oh” as his sightless grey-brown eyes stared into the infinity. His right arm suddenly shot straight up.
“Pow, right in the kisser,” the doctor whispered. Sensing resignation, he relaxed his grip on Chip’s shoulder.
The two men watched in silence as random body parts took turns flailing about over the course of the next few minutes. Chip was reminded of a fish flopping around on dry land, desperate for breath. The room took on a gamey odor as life returned to long-dormant flesh.
The chaotic symphony reached the patient’s face.
“Now remember,” the doctor reminded Chip. “He’s not going to recognize you. Not at first, and maybe not at all.”
Chip sighed. He’d been waiting for this moment for six years. Now that it was finally here, he wasn’t sure he was ready for it.
The patient’s left eyelid spasmed. Then the right. His nose twitched.
This is it, Chip gulped. Please … oh, please …
“Mr. Niedelman?”
The patient did not respond to the doctor’s query.
“Mr. Niedelman,” the doctor tried again, in a stronger voice. “Can you hear me?”
Ed Niedelman broke six years of silence by barking like a dog.
“This happens sometimes,” the doctor assured Chip. “The synapses of the brain are especially prone to bursting and misfire upon rapid thaw. Give it a minute for the connections to reestablish themselves.”
“No,” Chip said shaking his head as the woofing continued unabated. “It worked! By God, it worked!”
The doctor raised a quizzical white eyebrow.
“This is how Ed celebrates a big sale,” Chip explained. “If you remember, we had him frozen at the closing table for the Meyers transaction. We had no more leads to feed him, so figured we’d put him on the shelf while we rode out the storm. Wanted his last memory to be a good one. Bless his heart, he still thinks it’s 2006!”
“Welcome back, big dog,” Chip, the managing broker at Prickly Pear Properties, gushed as he approached his sales associate. “You ready to eat?”
Niedelman jumped out of the bed, howling. He nearly lost his footing as he landed in a pool of water on the polished concrete floor.
“Outstanding,” Chip bellowed, clapping his underling on the back as he helped free him from the wires and tubes that bound him. “Let’s go wake up Peterson.”
The doctor attended to the vacated station as the awkward pair lumbered over to the next cryogenic chamber.
“One second, gentlemen,” he sighed, eyeing the half-naked, born-again charlatan and his Svengali with despair.
He had lost nearly fifty percent of his clients to reanimation since January first. The recovering Real Estate market was exciting news to everyone but him it seemed.
Time to start farming for new clientele.
But who? As Realtors began their rise from the ashes, which demographic was ready to take its place at the precipice of a great unknown … and in his freezer?
A thin smile spread across his narrow face as it came to him.
Of course, he thought. Moderate Republicans.
by Paul Slaybaugh | Mar 7, 2012 | This & That
Scottsdale, AZ – Recent studies suggest that consumers still envision salesmen as fast-talking, slick-haired, turquoise-pinkie-ring-flashing hucksters who would sooner eat their own gold teeth than hesitate to push their mothers into traffic if caught standing between them and a sale.
Which makes the case of Agnes Friedman all the more unusual.
“I’m more of a go along to get along type,” Mrs. Friedman, a Real Estate agent with As You Wish Realty, LLC told BSRE news.
Admired by her peers for an amicable disposition which makes cross-transactions a breeze, she has come under fire as of late for her “path of least resistance” model of client advocacy.
“Nobody likes a salesman,” Friedman explained. “Well, I mean, maybe some people do, but I … I’m not saying it’s wrong if you do, just … what do you think?”
Bethany O’Leary, a former client of Friedman’s, was originally drawn to that very unsalesy manner when selecting a REALTOR to list her 4 bedroom McCormick Ranch home last May.
“She was such a breath of fresh air,” O’Leary told reporters when reached for comment at the same 4 bedroom McCormick Ranch home. “All the others wanted to talk about the market and toot their own horns. Agnes was willing to listen … and to ultimately do whatever I told her to do.”
Asked to corroborate, Friedman smiled and offered reporters coffee.
“No, the house didn’t sell,” O’Leary admitted. “But it didn’t sell on my terms.”
Dennis LeGrudge recently purchased a home utilizing Friedman’s services as a buyer’s agent.
“It started out great,” LeGrudge said over the sound of running water. “Agnes showed me everything, whether I was qualified to buy it or not. She even brought snacks.”
Things went awry once Mr. LeGrudge located a property that he wanted to purchase.
“At first, her advice made a lot of sense,” he allowed. “I didn’t want to insult the seller, so I gave him full price.”
In hindsight, LeGrudge thinks that may have been his first mistake.
“I wish I’d known the house had been on the market for fourteen months,” he lamented.
Problems compounded for LeGrudge when the home inspection revealed a bad roof and a missing air conditioning unit. Rather than banging heads with the seller on the deficiencies, his agent convinced him that all homes had issues, and not to upset the seller by requesting frivolous repairs.
“Frivolous,” LeGrudge scoffed. “Hear that burst pipe? I think they plumbed this place with twisty straws.”
One competitor, who chose to remain anonymous, hopes Friedman never lets the industry change her.
“It’s inspiring to see someone so determined to remain true to her benevolent nature in this dog eat dog business,” Agent X said. “I hope she never loses that.”
When pressed, Agent X admitted he has an ulterior motive for Friedman to continue with her current practices.
“Yeah,” he confirmed with a wink. “As long as Agnes negotiates like Bambi, I’m more than happy to thump’er.”
– Paul Slaybaugh, Disassociated Press
by Paul Slaybaugh | Mar 6, 2012 | This & That
BSRE NEWS – In a long anticipated move, an obscure Real Estate blogger has announced she is completely out of fresh content ideas.
“I just don’t know what to write about now that my cat died,” Dolores Pentupangst of Katy, Texas lamented. “Frolix was good for one, maybe two posts a week with his wacky antics. Now that he’s gone … you don’t just replace that kind of hole in your blogroll.”
Long considered a black hole for creativity by her peers despite a prodigious output, Pentupangst has been reduced to trolling the Real Estate net for content to take issue with in recent months.
“Trolling itself is an art,” she assured reporters from her basement via Skype. “You have to wait for just the right moment to jump in and piss all over the original poster and the sycophants in the comment stream. Too soon and you kill the thread prematurely, limiting the damage. Too late and no one is around to witness it.”
Pressed on whether surfing the interwebs 23 hours a day in search of a fight is the highest and best use of a Real Estate agent’s time, Pentupangst assured reporters that she had more than enough time left over to sell a home this year.
“Not everyone has the gift of original thought,” Bob Stuartson of ReTopBlog admitted of those who utilize his online Real Estate writing platform. “Some are better suited to what we call ‘reblogging’ and ‘counter-posting.’ If you can’t write your way out of a wet paper bag, your options are pretty much limited to reconstituting someone else’s work or calling them stupid.”
“Not original, huh,” Pentupangst countered, chuckling. “Tell that to the clown in Delaware who authored the piece about dual agency last week. I bet he didn’t wake up on Tuesday expecting to find his name hyperlinked to a picture of a sow’s ass in comment number thirty seven.”
While Pentupangst may be reduced to critiquing the work of those who contribute original material to the collective mainframe for the time being, she doesn’t figure to be out of circulation for long.
“I adopted a Yorkie.”
Paul Slaybaugh, Disassociated Press
