I don’t get too worked up about strange noises. Like the guys on Ghost Hunters, one can typically find a rational explanation for just about everything. Well, tell that to the pterodactyl in my hallway last night.
I have the opportunity to sit in real estate continuing education classes and the message to the Realtors seems to be the same in all of them: Newspapers are dead. Period.
Case in point: One Realtor instructor told us how he, at the behest of his Seller, placed a one inch classified ad for an open house in the Star Tribune…and he got NO visitors to his open house. Conclusion: That was a waste of his money and newspapers don’t work. Everyone in the class nodded appropriately – I cringed.
December 30, 2010…and I, like so many people, am considering a weight loss program to start roughly January 2nd. Ummm, maybe a few days after that, we’ll see… well yea, the 2nd…no, that’s a Sunday…we’ll start Monday Jan 3rd. I think….
I'm told that spring is on its way, but I'm not entirely sure I believe that. If this past week has been any indicator, we've just entered the next ice age. I expect a Scrat to start darting around my yard looking for the last acorn in the county. Seriously, even the wooly mammoths don't want to be out wandering around in this stuff. My not-so-wooly dogs are not so happy at all. The smaller ones are dancing on icy puppy paths trying to keep no more than two paws on the ground at any one time. Ok...that is kind of funny in a canine-ballerina kind of way.
Sounds a bit like a superhero, doesn't it? Anyone who was stuck raising kids in the 80's who were hooked on the He-Man series knows what I'm talking about. The shows' creative team wasn't too creative. They would take a characters feature and add OR to the end. Remember Skeletor, Fakor, Stinkor, Spikor, Panthor or Stridor? ....but I digress. I'm here to talk about your friendly professional who sells houses.
Paint is cheap. This was the advice from a friend of mine in the 80's when I was considering which shade of white to paint my bedroom. After she scoffed at my choice of a non-color, she said if I was going to take the time, money and effort to make a change that I should put COLOR on the wall...if you hate it, change it - paint is cheap. Hmmm, I don't know...that could be risky...and it's just not done...color? As in "not white, cream, off-white or vanilla"?
It's an annual event here in the land of 10,000 lakes. We complain non-stop about the cold weather all winter long. Those subzero temps that defy logic and mounds of snow beside frozen lakes. Anyone care to lick a piece of metal? Oh how we miss the warmth of summer and wouldn't it be nice to wear shorts and flip flops again. The longer I live here, the more I'm convinced is that the answer is that we really don't want to thaw out. Ever.
Someone recently said the following to me with a straight face: "You know you're getting old when all your friends start having babies on purpose". Ah youth.... It is an interesting perspective - one I used to share...but that was oh so long ago and it got me thinking....what constitutes getting old?
You know you're getting old when your favorite song in high school is played on the radio as a Golden Oldie.
I have some enterprising young folks in my neighborhood as evidenced by the flyer that I recently found marketing their services. Snow shoveling. Great plan! Where were you guys this summer when my lawn was growing like it was in a race with the trees. I hate shoveling snow, so immediately you have my attention.
My folks are great and they’ve reached that charming age when pretty much everything they say is funny - and they don’t even realize it.
Recently my daughter got married. It was a quiet affair with only close family members in attendance. They picked a Japanese steakhouse where we would go to for small celebratory dinner. And that is when the fun began.