Technology rules our lives and hits us like a Mack truck most of the time. Did we need a different MLS system for Realtors? According to the people making money off this lovely, big giant stroll in the park, this will catapult us into the 21st century – heck, it might even allow us to sell homes on Mars. Are there homes on Mars? If I knew how to use this mojo, maybe I could flippin’ answer that.
Every time I sit down in front of the screen to start this cruel video game of realty, then I have to be sure all the guns are secured so as not to blow the screen into the next county. Even with that barrage, I might not be able to switch to the next county. I swear this was designed by the same geniuses that did the Obamacare website. The loss of data, lack of data, and blockades are enormous. OK, I long for the days of a Big Chief tablet and a #2 Ticonderoga pencil.
Thinking positive is all I can do – maybe the good side is when it comes to my grandkids. I can send them homes for sale because it’s hippity-hop to the neighborhood. Oh, wait – now they e-mailed me that I may need a secret decoder ring to access my inner sanctum of real estate information.
Sharma, karma, sis-boom-bah – what’s the price of this ol’ home???
I’m sorry, but the only thing Bruce “Caitlyn” Jenner is brave about is trying to compete in a fashion sideshow with those Kardashian women (notice I didn’t use the term “ladies”).
Then there is President Obama’s foreign policy that displays no muscle, unless you count that our American women’s team soccer goalie, Hope Solo, can beat up all the rest of them in the world.
Water, water, water… Oklahoma was behind the normal rate of getting water brought to us. So, all of a sudden the spigot turned on. We saw ski boats down SW 89th and Western – oh, wait! Those were dunderheads driving their cars into deep water.
Chickasha and Kingfisher flooded – wow, what a surprise! Isn’t that only the gazillionth time it has done that? Water is a mean master to deal with because it pops up where it has never been before. My condolences to all who were affected.
Where were YOU on National Donut Day? I fought through the massive jam of parked police cars to obtain my bounty.
School is out, so be careful with your driving and look out for kids. They won’t be looking out for you, because they are ALL texting.
And they’re not the only ones – in doctor’s offices, hospitals, restaurants, or even in church, even adult idiots are actually taking phone calls and talking out loud. Their conversations are not important and mostly pretty blah, but they talk loud enough to upstage any karaoke set-up. Trust me, we don’t care about your grocery list or last bunco night.
I know some people don’t like Bobby Flay, but that dude can cook! He takes on all types of challengers, cooks their food, and beats them. I love the food in his restaurants, and his recipes are spot-on.
Eggs are great, but the yolk’s on you!
It’s a fact that about 8 billion flowers lose their lives every Valentine’s Day. These flowers are plucked from their mundane existence to be heartfelt or hopeful (wink, wink) gestures of affection on this landmark day every year.
What did they do to deserve this? Nothing – just being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Their only hope is that someone may not have enough money to spring for dinner, chocolates, AND flowers. Flowers are hoping the sweet tooth wins out.
The flower organizations have run PR campaigns like “Candy is dandy, and flowers are only fine.” Flowers are not deserving of their long, slow, agonizing death of 3, 5, 7 or 10 days before their demise, so the flower lobby is REALLY big on gift cards.
I know a lot of you are like me and get involved in way too many things or organizations. Some of you may not be involved in any, so if you aren’t, let me share how everything works.
In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth. After that, He created Adam and the creatures of the earth (which He let Adam name). As they were named, the only one left without a name they called “consultant,” which in Greek means “facilitator.”
What do consultants do, and what is their natural habitat, you ask? They appear at corporate brainstorming sessions, Chamber of Commerce planning retreats, conference buzz sessions, or the infamous “strategic planning,” as lists are compiled on big sheets on tear-away pads, and then torn off to be taped, glued, or pinned to the wall for observation by the whole group.
As they pass out a sheet with red stick-on dots to each member in the room, the crowd roar gets quieter and quieter. Maybe upon these walls is the idea that will save the world, revolutionize modern history, make the blind see or bald grow hair, or maybe a feel0good notion that will get us to a break… I know I have calls, texts, and Facebook posts that need attention. After all, I’ve done this so many times now, in so many places, for so many reasons that I’ve almost given up hope that “A Red Dot Can Save the World.”
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!!!