"Let’s Write It Up On The Hood"

Back in a former life, I used to sell Real Estate. I spent my last nine years in Kalamazoo, MI selling homes, but as most Realtors know, writing up the sale is the easy part. Before and after present most of the problems and I might add fun.

When I first decided to try real estate, I answered an ad in the paper and interviewed with a fellow who had sold homes for about 100 years. He had come up with a plan where Realtors could keep most of their commission by not having an office to pay for. So you would work from your home. He cautioned me that this was not for someone who needed to stand around the coffee pot and chit chat with others. Well right away I knew that wasn’t where I wanted to be.

That decision turned out to be the right one. The office camaraderie energized me. I worked at three different offices met wonderful people, both inside and outside of the office.

I remember house tour when we used to actually go out and tour newly listed homes on the market. It really gave us a feel for the home and neighborhood and was much more effective than photo tour which is used now in most offices. It was a great way to interact with fellow agents.

There were times when for some reason or another, I didn’t click with a client, but most of the time I made friends for life with my clients. I remember one particular instance when I took a client out to house hunt. An appointment was made with the listing agent who mentioned that the seller was moving that day, but to go ahead and show it.

When we got there, sure enough, the moving truck was out front and the front door was off, sitting in the yard. We walked in to nothing short of chaos. There was a large bird in a cage and when someone moved the cage the door flew open and the bird flew out the door. That was quite a sight. We continued through the house looking around all the clutter when we reached the kitchen. There was a myriad of doors so in my usual way, I opened the doors to show the buyer what was behind them. We came to a pocket door that I thought might contain the laundry room. When I opened the door there sat one of the movers, a Rastafarian looking gentleman, on a toilet smiling up at us, no embarrassment on his part, just a big grin. Whoa Nellie, I thought I was going to swallow my tongue! I was embarrassed enough for both of us. I was mortified, Donna, my client almost wet herself from laughing hysterically. Needless to say the showing was over. It took me several years to be able to talk about it with anyone other than Donna.

I miss real estate and everything that goes with it. I tried it out here for a while, but it wasn’t the same. Mostly I miss my friends, who I visit when I am back home.

If any of you out there have funny real estate stories, please comment and let me know what they are, I would love to hear them.

I wish all my real estate buddies only the best in this horrible economy that we are stuck in. You are all professionals and I am confident you will weather this storm and come out on the other side even better.

Love You to the Max (A letter to my first Grandchild)

The first time I held you in my arms was a magical moment. Only about five minutes old, freshly bathed and wrapped tightly in a receiving blanket and hand knit stocking cap. There wasn’t a peep out of you. I think you were happy in my arms. Could you feel the love in my arms and in my heart?

Oh little one, how you transformed me. I didn’t realize that I could feel so much love for another human being. I will spend time with you, and watch you grow day by day if I can.

You won’t have to call me “Miss Theresa” or GiGi, or even Nana. Grandma will do just fine. I will wear that badge proudly and with honor.

I wonder what it is that evokes so much love for our Grandchildren. Perhaps it is God giving me another chance. I have so much more time to spend with you than I did with your Dad. I was too busy growing up myself when he was a child. But I will spend a minimum of one day a week with you little man. You have captured my heart.

I will never forget the night you were born and holding you in my arms. No one will ever hurt you or they will have me to answer to.

Thank you Son, for giving me this bundle of joy and starting a new chapter in my life.

Time Gone By

Addie, can you see me?
I’m here next to your Mom in the birthing room watching you
come into the world.

Addie, can you hear me?
I am rocking you, singing to you, and telling you how
much I love you already.

Addie, can you feel me?
I am holding you snug in my arms as you feed from your

Addie, can you understand why I had to be gone these last four
years of your life?

I can’t

Looking at your perfect little freckle-kissed face.
Listening to you read to me about a sunflower that went flop, as we sit under
your Great-Grandma’s hickory tree.

So I will cherish this and every moment we have together.
Watching you look at everything with wonder and imagination
through those beautiful lapis blue eyes.

I will hold in my mind the way it feels when you hug me
with your soft, little arms, every “I love you Grandma,” or
“What shall we do today, Grandma?”

I have missed so much…..

But believe you me, you are, and always will be

In my heart