Sunday, November 28, 2010

Thanksgiving Weekend Summary-Hello Work Week


Road trips are always fun except when you've been in the car too long. After 8 hours on the road, we had only 30 minutes left to arrive in Princeton. It was then I realized I had lost my phone. Where was it? Oh, yeah.... I left it on top of the toilet paper roller at the last Service Plaza on the Penn Turnpike. Oh, just forget it, I'll buy a new Blackberry, I insisted. Oh, no. Mr. Seriously Though insisted we had to go back, get the phone and save a couple hundred bucks. Why is he so frugal? So, a U turn was made, a stop at a toll house, phone calls to the service plaza, and the Blackberry located. This added an hour MORE to our car trip. sigh.

Upon arrival in the married student housing of PTS warm greetings were welcomed along with a fabulous sit down dinner of enchiladas. And so, our visit began. We had plenty of room in the cozy apartment. I was so content that even though I could hear loud exclamations of expletives from Kevin & Sam killing zombies with the xbox, I slept fabulously. As my family would say, I wasn't my usual sleep nazi self.

Thanksgiving day started with thawing Tom in the sink, getting him stuffed and oiled up. Friends of Rachael & Kevin carried over another table from their apartment around the corner along with 4 chairs so we had one big, long table for everyone. I found having a table transported from one apartment building to another rather joyful. Five other friends of Rachael & Kevin joined us along with an adorable baby. Becca flew in from the Sunshine State and took the train down from Newark, NJ. Luckily, one of the guests knew how to make gravy as that is always my brother's job or my grandma's job. Round the Thanksgiving table was truly special for me. I hope your holiday meal was special, too.

What else did we do on our visit? Watch movies. Play guitar. Play video games. Pet Clancy. Play piano. Pet Clancy. Tour the seminary campus and the university campus. Eat at Alchemist & Barrister. Shop in a knick knack store. Pet Clancy. Lie around. Watch OSU beat Michigan. Visit Small World Coffee house. Stopped in the local real estate office (a new Real Living broker). Go to church. Celebrate Olin's birthday a little late. Walk Clancy in the woods.

I'm overwhelmed with feelings of thanksgiving and love from this visit with my kids. How blessed am I? In case you don't know this for yourself: Jesus makes life so much better. Yes, it life can still be really, really crappy-but an anchor of Love and Power can keep you from capsizing. I was lost for a long time, just like my cell phone, my credit cards, and keys. God knew where I was the whole time. I'm thankful he thought I had enough value to look for me, and didn't just decide on redo. Thank God I was found. I have no idea how this happened. I'm not sure I can explain it. I just hope that the sweetest, sweetest Presence I know is with you right now.

So Monday is here, and I'm off to manage my business. My magnet calendars are in. So, that means stamping, labeling over 700 envelopes to past clients, my neighbors, and all the friends and family for whom I'm truly thankful.



Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Things I've Lost

Here's a list of what I've lost in the past 2 weeks:
my driver's license
my keys, which includes a HUD key. This is so inconvenient and requires I drive 30 minutes away to get another one from the Department of HUD
A mastercard
Another mastercard
A debit card to one account
a visa card
a pair of cowboy boots
a pair of tennis shoes
my singing voice

Thankfully, I haven't lost my laughter.

Saturday, November 20, 2010

The Portrait of a Chrstian

Not only in the words you say,
Not only in your deeds confessed.
But in the most unconscious way
Is Christ expressed.

Is a beatific smile?
A holy light upon your brow?
Oh no, I saw His presence when
You laughed just now.

To me twas not the truth you taught,
To you so clear to me so dim.
But when you came to me
You brought a sense of Him.

And from His light He beckons me,
And from your lips His love is shed.
Til I lose sight of you and see
The Christ instead.

Is a beatific smile?
A holy light upon your brow?
Oh no, I saw His presence when
You laughed just now.

From the poem, "Portrait of a Christian" by Beatrice Clelland

The above lyrics are from Phil Keagy's song The Portrait, which is taken from a poem by Beataric Clelland called Portrait of a Christian.

You may know that I've been church homeless for a long time. I still am. I've been craving community and fellowship, and know I can't long for the good ole days. They're gone. We went to some new acquaintance's home for a Thanksgiving dinner together with the folks from the little church that we've been visiting. You know, the one where I interrupted the preacher and said "speak for yourself," LOL. Yeah it's awkward. However, tonight was lovely.

A pretty house, pretty food, and gracious Christian fellowship. It helps that the Buckeyes won. Why is it better when they win? It just is. So, one of the gals likes poetry, too. She reminded me of this song tonight, which is actually someones poem, not just lyrics. Isn't it a great poem? I love it.


Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Just Saying Hi

Today is Tuesday. My house is such a wreck. Paint cans and paint tools are all over the place. Newspapers are strewn. Real Estate files and crap are in piles around the house. I was talking to an agent the other day who's adult son joined her in the business. These two sell a lot of real estate. They have like 40 listings and they'll almost all luxury properties. Anyway, she told me when her son was a teenager he would complain bitterly about the real estate papers and files all over the counters and end tables and dining room table. "Can't you do something with this stuff?" he would whine. Yep. My son goes on these rants, too. But, what was affirming is that I'm not the only one with my files everywhere and not in tidy boxes and cabinets.

I'm on my way to a big broker meeting this morning. Real Living is taking over the world and they are demonstrating the new technology platform. The meeting will be held on OSU campus in 500 seat auditorium. There are two sessions, that's how many Real Living agents are in town.
I don't want to go. I want to put the paint cans away and vacuum up all the cat hair that is EVERYWHERE.

After the meeting I'm will get together with two men from the Auction Division. We'll have a little conference together about my condo listing and then go look at it. I'm curious what they will say and what they think about an auction for this place. I'll end up in the north end and I'm still on this stupid diet (lost 12 pounds) so I won't be able to stop at any of the delicious middle eastern places for lunch. I'm stuck sipping this protein drink.

Last night I went to a women's bible study. They complained a lot. I don't like complaining. Can't we just worship Jesus and pray about those things that concern us? I guess now I'm complaining. LOL.

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

I Am An Idiot

This just happened. Last night I showed several condos to young gal and her mom. We've been looking a long, long time. The last condo we were in for awhile and I was getting tired at the end of a long day. I pulled a business card out of my purse, put it on the kitchen counter, locked up the condo and left. This is a common practice to let the owner of the condo know who was in their house and that we did indeed show it.

I got a call a few minutes ago from the Listing Agent of the condo. She said, my client emailed me and said he has never been so offended in his life when he found your business card next to the sink. I said, I always leave my card. She said, well on the back of the card you had written, I won't be coming back here ever again, end of story!

Oh my goodness, I replied. I was in a church service where the sermon offended me so greatly, that I took out a card and wrote that on the back of the card and passed it to my husband during the service. Idiot me, put the card back into my purse. I can still see myself fuming with anger at the sermon, and not even paying attention to what I was doing.

I can't believe I left THAT card of all cards. Now my face, my business name is someone's hands with my idiot anger written on it for all to see! I guess I wasn't walking by the Spirit that Sunday. The fruit of the Spirit is patience, goodness, gentleness, kindness, ... you get the idea.

Can you image how that guy felt when he turned my card over and read "I wont be coming back here ever again. End of story"

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

A Tidy Religion

There is much to be appreciated about a tidy religion. I wish mine was tidy. It isn't.
If I tried to make it tidy, I would find that church, in a denomination that was well organized and had a headquarters. Everyone in the church would work real hard at loving each other and being kind. We'd eat dinners together and plan functions together, and smile at each other a lot. We'd pray together, collect pennies on Sunday for the poor together, and be pleased with ourselves for our trips to the prisons to play Scrabble with the inmates.

We'd carry our bibles around and be secure and comfortable in our cozy church. We wouldn't have questions in our minds about what is approved and what isn't approved. We would have missionaries who would carry the message from our headquarters to remote places and set up little churches just like ours. It would be wonderful.

Though I've tried, I just don't have a tidy religion, and it does make me sad and uneasy at times.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

50 Things I Like About You-for your 50th Birthday

1. You aren't exactly like other people



2. You don't know the names and faces of many movie & music performers



3. You could win Millionaire if you tried



4. Even my sister wants you on her team for trivia games especially when they involve history



5. You have a different perspective on life



6. You didn't laugh when the lights came on and that guy's long hairs that cover his bald head were standing straight up, but you tapped me three times very slowly on the shoulder to let me know you wanted to.



7. You wear water shoes as house slippers



8. You know the names of weird actors from some weird movies from some weird year like 1939.



9. Same thing with songs



10. You read the bible every morning.



11. You read "our Daily Bread" every morning



12. You pray for about 10 minutes every morning



13. You take my calls whenever I call you no matter what you're doing, even though you don't like to talk on the phone.



14. You believe in the gifts of the spirit and aren't afraid to use them.



15. You make me coffee and rub my feet when I'm tired.



16. I like how strong you are



17. I like how funny you are



18. I like that you'll tour old, historic houses and buildings, and museums.

19. I like that you have British Car Club friends.

20. I love having a mechanic around the house.

21. I love that you understand economics and politicals so well.

22. I remember when you're mom was so sad your grandpa's dog died, and you said, "at least you don't have to dog sit anymore!" and she just about fell over laughing.

23. You enjoy going to the beach on vacation.

24. You took me horse back riding on our first date.

25. I like that you would give Princess part of your breakfast every day even though you don't like dogs.

26. I like the weird names you called all of us, like Bug, Bug Jr, and Nuk Nuk, and bowling pin.

27. I like your 57 Ford.

28. I like that you sold an old car for the down payment of our first house.

29. I like how you believed that God would provide the money for a house that we couldn't afford, and then He did.

30. I like how you drove me to the Browns Game even though you're not a fan and you hate crowds, and you hate Cleveland.

31. You like music and play the flute.

32. You go to work everyday and work hard in a place that isn't always pleasant so we can have a home and food and gasoline.

33. You come up with some incredibly interesting true stories. The stories of your life are hysterically funny-
FROM RAchael:

34. You pray before you make any decisions.

35. I love that you're a reader.

36. Believe it or not, I like your sense of humor.

37. I remember when you came to St. Augustine and we went to the Old Spanish Pub, JP Henley's, and Scarlett O'Hara's and you hung out with my friends. I loved that.

38 I like that you were so supportive of my going to Flagler, and my being a Religion/Philosophy Major.

FROM BECCA:

39. You are always forgiving

40. You see the other side to issues

41. You are not judgmental

42. You can talk to anyone about anything they are interested in.

43, You are a history buff

44. You are smart

45.You put up with three women

46. You helped me learn to drive stick-shift.

47. You brought me back to UNF my sophomore year.

FROM SAMUEL:

Dad, the realization of you turning 50 really hasn't hit me yet because I still think of you as 41.

48. You have the great gift of staying calm when it's needed

49. You also have the gift of not being ignorant ike a large sum of 50 year olds today

50. You've raised three amazing people including the brightest teenager I'ver ever known (me)

51. You can balance a checkbook and keep a well paying job during the hardest economic times America has seen.

52. You are really good at fixing cars/tv's or really anything that needs fixed

53. To live in a house with me and mom you must have a lot of patience, and you do

But on top of this all, you have a terrible taste in NFL teams!