Archive for October 2011

It’s Gotta Go Wednesday

October 26, 2011

I’m sure we’ve all heard about how we should live in the moment. OK, how about retailers doing the same.

I absolutely cannot stand how places such as Walmart, Target, Costco, etc. seem unable to actually let us consumers get through a holiday before the bombardment of goods for ones in the not-so-distant future.

In June, crap for Halloween started hitting the shelf. Costco has had Christmas stuff out for 3 months. THREE MONTHS!

Personally, I’d like to just get past Halloween before I start thinking about the Holidays. I’m someone who has a 1-month rule. No decorations for an upcoming holiday until it’s within 30 days. I don’t hold everyone to that rule, but I think that it’s logical to focus on the holiday you’re in rather than the one 3 months ahead.

Stores who are always 4-6 months ahead with their holidays… they’ve gotta go.

Last Days

October 25, 2011

OK, not THOSE last days… I’m speaking of MY last days. Here are the “highlights” of the past 5 days:

  • We sold (another) car. 4-wheel drive is something that is a must with my new job, so we’re on the lookout.
  • My newish vehicle (the precious minivan) was involved in a very minor fender bender this weekend. NOT my fault, and has left me feeling that maybe¬† people over the age of 70 (or 85 in this case) should be required to repeat their driving test every few years.
  • FINALLY got everyone’s costumes. Talk about waiting until the last minute.
  • Royal India in Sandy is the best. Going there with great friends followed by some serious board game playing until 3 a.m., it’s good times.
  • The next night another delish meal and a movie with our other awesome pals made for an excellent weekend.

I’m happy to report that we all survived the end of the world on the 22nd.

It’s Gotta Go Wednesday

October 19, 2011

Being on the board of a local organization means that I’m always looking for ways to help raise funds. The problem for us is that we are small beans, and unfortunately when it comes to fund-raising, it definitely takes money to make money.

Last night I was watching some lame reality t.v. They were showing the cast at a fundraising luncheon. The decor and spread were ridiculously over the top. This was just one of the many times that I’ve been really bothered about “fundraising” dinners and such. If people REALLY want to give, then why don’t they skip the whole pony show and just ask for donations rather than spending tens, if not hundreds, of thousands of dollars throwing a “party”?

I think I get it… because that defeats the purpose for many. If there isn’t a shin-dig of some sort, then they don’t get seen. If a tree falls in the forest but no one is there around, did it really make a sound? Philanthropy… if people don’t see how generous you are, and you don’t get your photo in the paper or your name up on a placard, did the donation really happen?

I guess I just wonder how much money could be actually be donated if the funds that were used to throw a big gala were part of that donation, what would that kind of money look like. Don’t get me wrong, there are plenty of legit and amazing fund-raisers that I am sure actually make a difference. The type I am talking about are the ones in which are over the top. I think it’s a little ironic when people gather to eat Foie Gras,  Filet Mignon and lovely champagne to raise money for the starving children in Africa, or to help pay for cancer treatments for the under privileged.

Donating for a good cause SHOULD be done because you genuinely want to help, not because it’s the social event of the month. And people who go to these events for the sake of showing their faces and proving how generous they are, to me, are just a step (if even) above media whores. Doing something for a photo op… it’s gotta go.

Christmas Miracle!

October 17, 2011

I can’t believe it. If you were here, I’d ask you to pinch me… in a nice way, of course.

1+ year, 1 messy contract, 9 Addendum, tons of back and forth, four letter words, laughing, crying, yelling, begging, countess hours in email and phone time, and the hardest deal of my life as an agent has finally closed AND funded.

Everything literally came down to the last-minute… 6 minutes before a deadline and a possible blow up of everything I’ve worked so hard for, and not only did my deal close (last week), but it actually funded this afternoon. Which means IT IS OVER! I’ve never put so much of myself into my job like I did on this sucker. I worked and fought hard for my client, and definitely earned every penny. Think of it this way: the last two months has been like an endless root canal, and today I just strolled out of the dentist’s office.

For those people out there who think real estate agents just fall arse backwards into money, let me tell you something… I WISH! Agents play not only the role of real estate expert and professional, but also wear the hat of friend, reality check-er, therapist, lawyer, thug and arm twister, negotiator, contractor, secretary, babysitter and hand holder. Seriously, it’s a lot of hard work, especially these days. The time of easy deals is over, and they are harder to come by and a lot more work than even 5 years ago, when I began. The good thing about all of this is that it was an educational experience that money could never buy, and I had to get through it to learn these pretty important lessons.

It still hasn’t totally hit me that I can take a deep breath and celebrate. I’m grateful to have such a great broker who was a great source of support and advice, as well as my tolerant husband who put up with my busy schedule and nights spent putting out fires. I’m looking forward to volleyball tomorrow night with the girls, and plan on taking any pent-up anxiety out on the ball.

So give me a “Whoop whoop”. Sweeeeeet.

Under The Gun

October 17, 2011

I just need to keep telling myself…

I love my job. I love my job. I love my job.

Work life is feeling like an episode of 24, and I’ve got 30 minutes until the entire world blows up.


October 13, 2011

Flashback approximately 11 years ago. I was watching VH1 in my downtown apartment (you youngens may not know this, but MTV & VH1 actually used to play music videos. Go figure), and my life changed forever that night. OK, maybe not, but I saw what became one of my all time favorite videos.

I still love it!

That was when I was first introduced to the Foo Fighters. That video led to the purchase of the first of my Foo Fighters albums, and 11 years and a few cds later, I’m still a fan. Greg loves them as well, so when we heard they were coming in concert, we were all over it.

Tuesday night the Foo Fighters rocked the E-Center… I mean Maverick Center. They were amazing and put on a fun, energetic, and incredibly loud show. Dave Grohl is not only an amazing musician, but he has an amazing sense of humor as well. Cage the Elephant opened the show, and unfortunately their drummer suffered a burst appendix earlier in the day. At first some guy in underwear (only) was the fill in, but for the last 4 songs, Dave Grohl sat in for the drummer and he was, as always, awesome. I hadn’t seen him drum since Nirvana, and at one point during the concert he talked about how it had been a very long time since he had played the drums in a big arena. For Cage the Elephant, Dave, and everyone at the concert, it was a pretty cool experience.

I may have some permanent hearing loss, but it was totally worth it, and this is one more thing to cross off my bucket list.


It’s Gotta Go Wednesday

October 12, 2011

I admit it… I am a teeth snob.

When I was dating, bad teeth were the kiss of death (and a guarantee there would be NO kiss of any kind). I could get over hair, looks, body, the way a guy dressed. But really bad teeth… not gonna happen. No, their chompers didn’t have to be perfect, but if your teeth look something like Steve Buscemi (who I love as an actor), we’ve got problems. Again, it’s not about being flawless… it was all about being kissable. Because if the teeth were really bad, who knows about the breath!

On the flip side, if I’m talking to a person, and it feels like I’m looking directly into the sun because of obsessive whitening, maybe it’s a sign that you’ve taken it too far.


Wanting to look better, or even your best, is great. This, my friends, just makes you look like a freak.

Taking your teeth to a level of white that has no name… it’s gotta go.