Open House Sunday

As a realtor, I’ve noticed that I don’t necessarily have days off. That’s quite alright with me-because while others are stuck in an office from 8-5-I’m driving all over kingdom come, sticking signs in yards, and drinking iced coffee.

I think it’s a fair trade.

And, since this guy has an odd schedule as a firefighter, one day just blends into another. Weekends don’t really happen or matter in our household. A Monday is a Saturday is a Wednesday.

The one thing breaking up my weeks are open houses. And today, I’m hosting an open house for one of my listings.

It’s often a weird feeling to be in someone else’s home, showing others around as if you own the place. It gives a girl time to think. And these are a few of my thoughts while I was hosting today’s open house:

1. Did I bring my pepper spray?
2. If I have to use my pepper spray, do I apologize first or just get crazy on the guilty party?

3. If aforementioned pepper spray is deployed, injuring the guilty party, then what? Leave them there and the unlocked house open? Kick the guilty party (literally) out of the house? Scream like Xena, warrior princess, convincing the guilty party that I am indeed crazy and leaving is their best option before something else happens?
4. Why did I drink an iced coffee and not eat lunch-therefore making me jittery and concerned about false pepper spray deployment?
5. If I accidentally employ pepper spray on myself-due to “jitteryness”-do I tell anyone about it?

6. After all my hard work, do I get a treat?

(I think we all know the answer to that question.)

7. Is it unacceptable to bring your cat to an open house for companionship?
8. And why is it unacceptable to bring a cat to an open house for companionship?
9. Could I possibly teach a cat how to deploy pepper spray properly, in order for him to be considered my bodyguard and thus verifying him entry into my open houses?

#9 seems logical, but it could take some time. I’d better get to work.

Have a great Sunday!

Good Morning, Sunday and Vinegar!

Sunday is reserved for church in my mind. It’s been that way my whole life. I look forward to seeing our friends and family, watching Biceps beat the heck out of the drums and spend time learning more about God.

Our church is growing rapidly and now has six services. Biceps drums in each service, so we are there most of the day. (But, we do take a tiny nap break in the middle.)

However, today Biceps is on duty and we only have the one car. Pictured above is my second favorite thing to do on a Sunday, but alas…it is not what I will be doing today.

My house needs a good scrubbing and I am the one to do it. I keep trying to convince the cats to start wearing dishcloth booties on their paws to help out, but they won’t have anything to do with that nonsense.

Today, I will be knee deep in vinegar, water, tea tree oil and sweat. But, I will be listening to praise and worship music and singing along.

So, it’s almost like I’m in church….with a little vinegar on the side. Happy Sunday!

Observing the Sabbath

This is my plan for what will be going on in our house today. After a visit from the parents, several family get togethers, church and a picnic in the park-Biceps and I need some down time.

For a time, there will be snuggling.

Then, if one of us is a little rowdy (Max), we will go to our separate corners.

And while I write, Biceps will probably fall asleep on my lap and twitch his way to dreamland.

I call this a pretty perfect way to observe the Sabbath. Even God rested, why shouldn’t we?