Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Cheer Up Sleepy Jean



Rest In Peace Davey Jones. Some of my fondest memories were listening to this song on a 45 record player in my parents basement dancing with my 5th grade friends. We were all hopelessly in love with Davey Jones.

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

The Cistine Chapel is in my house!


At least it feels like an amazing spiritual work of art to me. A friend, also a client, did the work. The before photo, if there was one, would show canary yellow walls with 33 year old cracked fiberglass tub and surround, with 33 year old fixtures. Gross.

The story of this bathroom redo is a story of trust and submission.

I asked my friend, a contractor, to give me a quote to replace the tub and surround with new fiberglass stuff. He gave me a proposition instead. Here's what he said, "How about I bless you with a porcelain tub and tile surround and porcelain tile floor, new fixtures, everything. No extra costs except materials & my gasoline. The catch is I must start right away, AND you give me control and have no say in the project." (He didn't say it like, but that was the proposal) What was in it for him? First, and honestly, it was to bless me. Second, a marketing project for his website. You would think I would be happy about the proposition. I nearly said "no, but thanks." A home is a reflection of one's soul. The place you retreat to from the world. It's the place you spring out from to greet and embrace your life. Color preferences are as uniquely personal as snowflakes are designed. Style is gloriously special to each person. The one thing I have learned in my business is that every man's home is his castle.

With anxiety I turned the design reigns over to my friend with one request: please don't make it brown. This bath is where I start my day and where I end it. I need luminosity, joy, and brilliant color (thus the canary yellow).

As the tile went up my heart fell down. Brown. What had I done to myself? So, as usual, I prayed about it. I went to our new home church (yes, we finally are "in" a church!) and the pastor preached on submission. This was a sermon I had never in 30 years heard before. Submitting to others is something we don't want to do because we don't trust them. The reality is, we don't trust God to take care of us. As we submit to others in our lives, one to another, realize we are submitting to God and trusting Him to care for us.

Right there I began to submit to the artist in my home. I submitted to his decision and control over my very haven, the place I live my life. The place I come in dirty, and the place I leave all clean with mascara and lipstick (and hopefully some earrings). After the service I asked for prayer ministry over my business. Through the prayer ministry the Holy Spirit poured God's Love into me. The Beatles were absolutely right, "All You Need is Love" Love is the answer to everything. Submission is part of Love.

I had real estate work morning, noon, & night Monday and Tuesday. So I wasn't there when the job was finished. I walked into my bathroom and I was (and still am) amazed. I never would have dreamed little ole me would have such a beautiful bathroom. Yes, it's brown. I absolutely LOVE it.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Things I hate & Occupy Wall Street Rant

I hate it when it's warm and rainy, or worse, warm and sunny in Ohio in the Winter.

I HATE the new blogger appearance. I don't even want to write anything on here or read any of the blogs I enjoy reading because I don't like the skinny boring font and the whole graphic layout of the dashboard. I really hate this.

I hate it that if I didn't pay enough in estimated taxes I must pay a penalty! Yet, if  I over paid my estimated taxes I don't get a penalty (interest) paid to me. Also, it is MY MONEY that I practically broke my feet showing a gazillion houses and practically lost my mind trying to stay out of legal jeopardy. Which leads me to:

I hate it that the government bailed out the insurance companies and banks with MY hard earned money, when it was our very stupid government back in 1995 and 13 stupid Republicans that sided with the president and created this retarded bruhaha in the first place under the false pretenses of "eliminating obstacles to obtain mortgages for people who can't afford them".  That is a real quote from people running our country in 1995. We had such a bleeding heart president at the time who thought it was only fair that people who can't afford mortgages should be able to get them. Even my own mother, who didn't go to college, would comment "Who is paying for all of these houses being built all over these corn fields? These prices are way too high! What's wrong with saving up your money and sacrificing for a down payment and  your closing costs? What's so horrible about that?"  Wise words in deed. Didn't take rocket-scientist to KNOW that no one was paying for those houses and the prices were way too high. But hey, free money, name your price. So the presidents of the government-backed Freddie Mac and Fannie Mae and FHA and VA grabbed their millions of dollars a year salaries, yes, that's right millions of dollars of salaries a year, rolled around in their piles of money and didn't give a single penny back to the US Treasury.  People, this is why Occupy Wall Street protestors aren't rich kids with nothing to do!  If I didn't have responsibilities I'd be out there with them. Screaming:  Give the money back you bastards.  Oh, and one of them is running for president by the way. Yes, he was voting on bills concerning banks and mortgages and skipping and cackling all the way to the stock market. 

Yes, I hate this the most.

But I hate it even more that no one in the general population even has the time or ability or the DESIRE to understand what happened here!!!  Instead, I heard "where's my stuff?"  "I want free stuff"  I really hate it that people feel entitled to stuff that they don't earn. Oh golly I need to get off this Things I Hate post.

So, that' where I've been for the past month and half...