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Downtown San Mateo

I always say when I get busy my blog is the first thing to go. But today I realized it’s actually my feed that’s the first to go.

Today there are 475 posts from writers I love, appreciate or annoy me to no end – but love just the same.

These are a few of the ones I enjoyed the most today:
the weenie is the alter ego of a well-known Realtor who uses it to spout off about what turns out to be some of the funniest stuff.
Weenie News Flash

When I was a kid I loved, loved, loved Barbi. She lived the life I dreamed about. I had the airplane, the Corvette – I used to sit on the motor home and ride it down the street – the boat, the town house. I played in my room for hours. I always wondered why the town house didn’t have bathrooms so I made little rolls of toilet paper. And a water bed out of a zip lock bag. When I found Midge, I fell in love with Barbi again. I shouldn’t be sharing this contest with you in case you love Barbi too but…
Win this pendant

Jr Deputy Accountant doesn’t hold anything back – on her blog or Twitter. This post is no exception – well, I found it exceptionally funny.
Barney Frank is an idiot

All right…that’s enough fun for the moment. Oh wait, it’s lunchtime.

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What do they have to do with each other?  Nothing.  But don’t tell these guys that.  But I do love cats!  In honor of the little cuties, take a look at these…..awwwwww

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Day 983 of my captivity…

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets.

Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at her feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into her heart, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, she merely made condescending comments about what a ‘good little hunter’ I am.
Bitch.

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of ‘allergies.’ I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around her feet as she was walking. I must try this again tomorrow — but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the dog who visits here is a snitch. That dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released – and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously demented.

The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now…………….

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I spent the day at BarCamp. It’s a real estate bloggers’ love fest of information sharing. The first event was last year in San Francisco. It’s spread all over the nation and is a pilgrimage for those of us who are realtors and also bloggers.

Last year I went to learn as much as I possibly could; to soak up the knowledge of those who had been there/done that. This year I went simply to see those people. My to-do lists have lists. The idea of having more great ideas to put on another list wasn’t – well, appealing. Seeing friends was the priority.

I talk to Larry, who lives in Canada, as much as I talk to friends in San Mateo. Linsey has become a friend, even though today was the first day we met in person. Today the guy who writes the best damn real estate blog in the world offered to help me fix mine since I turned all my posts into videos; the answer was a split-second YES! (Although you may not realize it, being the parent of a blundered blog, has caused many sleepless nights!)

Okay – to the point. One of the sessions was led by a pal, Bill Lublin. The Q was: How much of Twitter and your Facebook page should have real estate related info? Bill’s position was basically none.

I’ve debated this myself a hundred times and probably will a few hundred more times. Bottom line is that I am real estate. I spent all day talking about it and now 9:30 at night, what am I doing? I’m writing about it. I spend more time talking about, thinking about, worrying about real estate more than anything else.

When I talk to my friends, what do we talk about? What do they want to know about? On what topic do I have the most to say? Real estate.

To exclude that conversation from Twitter and Facebook would be leaving a part of me out. I love ya’ Bill but I disagree. And thus the premise of BarCamp. Learn, share, agree, disagree – then go have some beer.

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For the next 60 seconds I’m going to pull out my hair and scream. Will that fix my blog?

Well, it seems the only way to fix the frustrating and crazy-making mistake I made on my blog was to reload the theme which will add a ton of work for me. And since there’s so much work to do I decided to change the theme to something easier on the eyes – adding a ton more work. So while I make changes ignore all the stuff that’s wrong with my blog. K? Thanks. Bye. I’m going to bed.

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I don’t know if this is really the Dali Lama’s mantra, but it’s a cool video with weird music.

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