Zack…

I had to put my dog down today. Zack was the first dog I ever owned. I got him from Mud Muppies at Pt Isabel 14 years ago when Mud Puppies was just a small trailer on the side of the road. Zack was found as a tiny puppy, eyes barely open, and so sweet smelling. Read more

Dear Diva…

Hey Diva, Not sure what I am supposed to do. I know that now is the perfect time to buy a home but unfortunately I can’t afford to buy a single family home and am only able to buy a condo but all of the places I’ve looked at have weight restrictions and there is no room on the complex to run free. What should I do? Get the condo and forgo the pups? Read more

Tampons and Toilet Paper…

So I sit down for the first time in what seems like an eternity. Legs up on the ottoman. News on. It’s 6:45pm. And I hear, “We have a crisis on our hands people. We definitely need to address the issues at hand with the American economy and with the real estate and banking systems and take action.” I think to myself as Bush is speaking, no shit dumbass. I’m the walking gospel of the economic crisis! I’m in the real estate biz first and foremost so you know my state of affairs, it’s the same as 1,000s of real estate folks across the nation. Read more

Lovely day in the East Bay

Today really was a lovely day in the East Bay we had plans to mill around the house and do a lot of nothing. Jakob of course would try and cram as much TV in as possible while I’d be on the laptop trying to figure out my website projects. Instead Jakob and I headed out to Novato to show a client a few condos. It’s astouding what you can get for just under $200K in Marin County! Read more

Happiness is like being thin; everybody wants it, no one can have it.

I was reading an article that my mom sent to me the other day. It was an article in the International Herald Tribune entitled “What if this is as good as it gets?” I wonder that all the time as I mull over the meaning of success. What is success and what really is going to make me happy? Is it the portfolio of homes and apartment buildings and the positive cash flow that it will provide me so I won’t have to work for THE man, in a cube on the 11^th floor ever again? Or is it being happy with myself, thin, tits lifted to right under my chin rather than at my knees or is it living simply, being loved and really living life?

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Bullet Proof Diva

 

 

I was thinking about my friend winedog at Pink Bunny Ears. Actually I’ve been thinking about what she said to me when I was over last, “So what’s your voice?” What’s my voice? I don’t know. Wadda mean my voice?” I ponder this for quite a while. I feel like half the time I’m under cover laying low so to put my shit out there in any manner is somewhat daunting. But at 43 I guess I want to be heard. My opinion counts. My wrinkles are proof.  I don’t have a voice I can put my name on but my words paint a face. Read more