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Big Stones

from my other blog I think that the story that follows is even more important today, especially since I am helping agents at Towne & Country, Realtors to find their way in New/Social media. Inevitably the question that all people wonder is, “So if we do all of this great …

Head and heart

I am sitting here listening to the spring peepers singing love songs to each other, tired. It was a really sweet day, one of those ones that you bookmark and keep coming back to over and over. Jenny opened her candy and went over to her dad’s for a little …

I’m a new soul

These past two or three years remind me of the years of my children’s toddlerhood. Just jam-packed. If you had asked me to predict where I am now from even a year ago, I wouldn’t have been able to guess. You can tell that from my old blog. I was …

The Wayback Machine

Fast forward from yesterday. Yesterday I went from posting here to twitter, where a friend asked me, “If you could go back in a time machine to wherever you wanted, where would it be?” I thought this was a cool question. Where would I stop off? I actually spent a …

Big Stones

One of the first stories I heard from RE/MAX Prestige’s team coach went like this: There was a teacher. One day he was standing in front of his class, and pulled a huge jar from under the counter. He began to fill it with large stones. When he had piled …

Shelving the Shelf Life

Today I will have posted my 25,000 tweet on twitter. I’m not that much of a numbers gal. I am very competive with myself and a few other people who just seem to press that button, but that’s a different type of measuring. To me, though, this number indicates something …

Mirrors

I am not ever that excited about clothes shopping. First of all, I am impatient and can always think of about one hundred things I would rather be doing. Second of all, except for the Nordstrom’s in Burlington, the lighting is awful and the mirrors make me look fat. I …

A House of Happy

This morning I was getting Jenny ready for school- the usual sheepdog-nipping-at-the-heels stuff of trying to leave on time. I raced out to the car, and Jenny tossed one of her hundreds of questions a day at me. “Can we repaint our house?’ she wanted to know. “No sweetie,” I …