I'm working from my kitchen table -- lucky girl -- I've got a fireplace in my kitchen and large windows surround my table. So it's a scenic snowy view only 5 ft away from flames in the fireplace.
And b/c I'm able to sit here at home, work on listings and a purchase agreement (fingers are crossed) and do it all the way I want to..
I've got the new Coldwell Banker #homerocks campaign on my mind... For real! I do!
I'm seriously thinking that the campaign should go on to say "AS LOUD AS YOU WANT IT TO!" Two examples follow:
classic e.g.
I showed a girl a house last week.. we were standing on the deck surveying the backyard and she asked "Can I have a dog here?"
I looked at her and my eyes said.. "Awww.. you're so cute!" Then I laughed and blurted;
"OF COURSE YOU CAN SILLY!!! YOU'LL OWN IT!!!!"
another e.g.
This is my old apartment building on 6th Street:
I had a very chic retro record player when I lived there.. I LOVED it!
One night I was playing records and came across a Paul Anka record that my mom had probably given me.
As I listened to it I started to think (and I realize how cheesy I'm going to look as I tell you this story)... I came to determine that "My Way" by Paul Anka was maybe the best song I had EVER heard!
I was so caught up in it.. the crackle of the record, the smooth voice.. the few regrets.. the charted course.. each careful step.. the music got louder.. he bit off more than he could chew.. there was doubt -- he ate it up.. spit it out.. .he faced it all.. stood tall.. I pictured him... he loved...laughed and cried.. his share of losing.. finds it all so amusing... he did all that.. louder... not in a shy way.. louder still.. what is a man? if not himself .. then he has not.. wow this is good stuff... what he truely feels.. not the words of one who kneels.. the record shows.. he took the blows... record player cranked all the way up... myyyyyyyy wayyyyyyyy.
(Crazy knocking on the door!!)
It's Bruce ..the building's maintenance man.
Do you know how embarrassing it is (after the fact) to realize you were so caught up in Paul Anka singing My Way that the maintenance man had to run up from his basement apartment to your third floor apartment and had to knock on your door for several minutes (b/c you were oblivious and couldn't hear him over the record player) to tell you to turn your *&^% music down??
Oh.. it's embarrassing for years to come...
Yes, all these years later, home ownership rocks as loud as we want it to -- and that's what we like about it!
So I'm thinkin' it's GREAT to sit here by the fire and work on listings -- and a hopeful purchase.. with kids chirping and Matt playing the radio loud enough that he can hear it while he showers. ...Because that's how we like it! (Now that Bruce no longer lives in my basement....)
#homerocks AS LOUD AS YOU WANT IT TO!
