Sunday, September 21, 2014
Since I launched my ad(venture) in real estate, I have discovered a few unsettling things. Sadly, those things cross over into all professions wrecking all kinds of havoc like Thing 1 and Thing 2. (And you do remember how I feel about Things don't you?)
The following pithy little comments were true when I was in the classroom and my name badge said "educator." So raise your hand if you agree and here here we go…
•Some people (bless their hearts) can make money even if they are dumber than a bag of cat hair.
•The phrase "bless their hearts" is a special code phrase that allows you to say just about anything. For more special sayings, you can go here.
•Some people can make money even if they don't communicate well. I'm not talking about being able to write a dissertation on Dante's Circles of Hell. (And don't you sometimes feel as if you're living there?) No, I'm not expecting a dissertation. No siree, Missy! I'm talking about not returning phone calls, emails, text messages.
•People lie… a lot… OK, OK, OK so lie is such a harsh word… Let's just say people bend the truth a lot… Or say one thing and then do another thing… Perhaps they are living in a parallel universe where their reality is a little different than mine. Personally, I think the world would be such a better place if people would say what they mean and mean what they say…
I'm just saying…
Posted by askthehomediva at 12:43 PM
Wednesday, September 10, 2014
There was a time when I walked through the day in a daze.
There was a time when I couldn't and wouldn't schedule anything on that day.
There was a time when I read vignettes from the 576-page Portraits of Grief book.
There was a time when I stared at the photographs of all the first responders who died that day.
There was a time when I tried to make sense of it all.
And so as we approach the 13th Anniversary of 9/11, I realize that life has crossed over into this day bringing bits and pieces of normalcy where none existed before. There are errands to run, appointments to keep, work to do.
And yet, 13 years later, I still have not forgotten you--each and every one who perished on that day. I still hear you like ghosts whispering in the wind.
I will always remember you.
I will never forget.
Posted by askthehomediva at 7:41 PM