Saturday, September 17, 2016

Joy, Bread Dough and Energy Bandits

Sending happiness and joy, Lovelies!

I am so grateful that every morning I am rallied by a chatty, sweet man with a hot cup of coffee. THE most lovely way to start my day.

After coffee (--check this out--) I PUT ON MY SWIMSUIT.  Wiggling into a swimsuit has always ranked up there with public speaking as an anxiety producer. After a year of H20 Aerobics, I can honestly no mo' swimsuit anxiety. Rock on bread-dough thighs...

Who'd a thunk I would love a daily workout?  And, it's not just the salt water pool, the jammin' music and the fabulous instructors; it's the people in the class!  My amigos!  We monitor each others attendance more than a high school principal.  We share thumbs up, knuckle bumps, and atta-girl/atta-boys while pooling it. Our Crew provides unwavering support in the gym and in our lives. They are my sunshine.

Just as shocking as cold water, it's like shifting gears to go back out into the world after class.  I do so try to hold my Joy-Aura all day.  But, dang it, the Energy Bandits lurk around corners waiting to pounce.

These misery fairies seem to slither about just waiting for the opportunity to sabotage my 'it's a beautiful day' day. Damn the horn blowers and middle finger saluters! Be gone the ding! of ranting texters. See ya later those,"Well, hello-stranger-haven't-seen-you-in-ages!" guilt-givers. (There's a reason you haven't seen me in ages...but I digress.)  Banish the flu-sneezing, cold-coughing, noise-blowing-while-standing-next-to-me-in-line sickies. Just consider cancelling you chronically Tardy-for-the-Party make-me-wait-for-you people. Please shuddy-uppy to the long-lamenting-soul-suffering-second-guessers. Hit rewind, then play to the person that done you wrong. Recanting over&over&over ain't change your mess.

Energy Bandits can suck the joy outta MY bones! Know what I mean, my joyful lovelies?

Enjoy a joy filled weekend.

Friday, September 9, 2016

An Ommission of Transmittion Could Lose An Agent's Commission

Triangle Multiple Listing Service

A friend of  mine is on the hunt for a historic home.  She has two storage units crammed full of gorgeous European antiques and unique flea market finds. She was so excited when she stumbled across this beauty. Hello, Miss Scarlett!  Let's have a picnic on the lawn.
She could picture herself waving to her guests from the balcony as the drove up the long and winding road.

There's a quaint gathering room with a cute old fireplace and french doors leading to the sun porch.  The hardwood floors throughout the house are in pristine condition.

Yeah, you aren't supposed to fall in love with a house because of the decor.....but you know about the emotional appeal of good staging.  This romantic vignette tugged at her heartstrings.

Nice layout to the kitchen. But, those cabinets were going to get a facelift with Dover White.  Look at those AWESOME light fixtures. What's not to love about those?

She was so intrigued by the listing that she had to see it.  Off they go! Husband and kid pile into the car and trek to the nearby town.

What the listing didn't mention was a utility tower and electrical lines that ran close to the house.

My friend felt duped.  

What do you think?  Is it the listing agent's responsibility to include information about the power lines? Or, do you think it is not very important?

Have a great weekend.  
More 90's for us.....come on fall!