Baby got crack.

<---- Queen B's Dream House.

"Why didn't I stay in real estate?" That was the question I muttered under my breath to my pal Jason last week when our crazy client had me in the midst of yet another fire drill on a Friday afternoon. My mind was already on weekend decompress - and I was forced to crunch out a project within a couple hours that afternoon. My ever-so wise pal responded to me with "Because advertising is like crack. You should write about that in your blog."

A-HA! How profound was that? He's always saying profound things that make the light bulb go off in the fog that is my brain. I thought that I didn't have an addictive personality. But now that he mentioned it ... I am a glutton for stressful and demanding jobs working for clients with unrealistic expectations. Hence the brief stint in real estate. And the same reason I can't break away from advertising, I guess. Advertising is my first love though. When I'm allowed to be part of a team engaged in a truly strategic initiative, devising the best way to reach the audience - there is nothing else like it. I'm in my element. I become obsessed. And it's truly addictive.

<--Baby Brother's Next Home in Phoenix. I just know it!

So here's my latest addiction. Even though I'm not in real estate anymore, my brother's move to Phoneix - along with all the new home purchases going on amongst my co-workers - has sucked me seductively back onto realtor.com. I just keep pouring over all the listings. And getting really frustrated because it doesn't have all the super-juicy details I used to get on the MLS as a licensed realtor. But I've really been searching through the Phoenix area, hoping I'll be able to help my baby bro' find his dream house. What a hoot! I've never even been to Phoneix - but, by gosh I will find it for him! He's there this weekend house-hunting with a realtor - but I keep calling him with properties I've found online so he'll make sure to check out my picks too!

I can't stop .............

Help me, please!

Groove funk.

After an awesome week lazing around one of the most gorgeous lakes in the southcentral U.S., I'm having a really hard time locating my groove. I think I left it - and my mind - back on that lake. Time seemed to stand still down there while the rest of the world marched on. While I was gone, two clients and two co-workers gave notice. Three co-workers wrote contracts on new homes. And my baby brother managed to land his dream job in Phoenix and will be moving his family there next month. No wonder I'm in a funk. Things around me are changing rapidly this summer - when I just really want to be still and chill. Maybe this is why I have not blogged in a while. I'm trying to catch my breath and mentally manage all the changes around me. These are no typical summer dog days. Soon the school year will be upon us - and structure will settle in, forcing me back into the routine and everyday life obligations. And with structure will come the groove - sans the white leisure suit.