Huntsville TX Real Estate, Lake Conroe Real Estate with Mari Montgomery

Baseball and more baseball and Elvis, The Elvis I speak of is Elvis Andrus of the Texas Rangers. Shortstop extrordinaire and all of 21 years old. Tonight, it's the Texas Rangers at the Cleveland Indians. A double header as a result of the rain-out in Cleveland last night.

Even witjout our All-Stars. Michael Young and Josh Hamilton out on the disabled list, we are looking good. Elvis Andrus just made the most incredible defensive play in the bottom of the 2nd in the second game--and he made the identical defensive play in the first game. He is definitely a future All-Star. Defense and offense. Can you believe the Rangers have defense AND pitching this year. I am so proud of them.

My husband and I both adore our announcers, Josh and Tag. It's kinda like they are just sitting in your living room chatting with you about the game and other subjects from time to time. When other announcers are sitting in, it's just not the same.

Any Ranger fans out there? Have you seen Neftali Feliz pitch yet? I know he gave up a run tonight--but, yikes what a start in the majors. His strike out rate is phenomenal. 7-0 top of the fourth. Go Rangers!

You read that right, pregnant at 46. I am pregnant with all things yet undone, but finally becoming able to do--you know in my second trimester. It is time to give birth to everything I have always wanted to do. What a great start, exchanging teaching for Real Estate, I get to help people find property and sell property and I have more freedom.

I want to start painting again, I want to write songs again. All those things and more. Maybe, I'm not there quite yet, but you know, it feels good to be "pregnant" with the anticipation. Reaching my goals one month at a time, sometimes making, sometimes missing, the general direction is still "bang on."

If you are ready to make a change--do it. plan your strategy and DO IT! Gosh, it feels so good--"Pregnant" at 46--who knew?!

My husband and I were having lunch over the weekend and overheard a great conversation at the table next to us. They were talking about how much they loved their "teaser." "Mal-Teasers" of course. Hey wait a minute, I thought we were the only ones who knew the secret language of the white dog fan club.

A Maltese is the most elegant of all dogs. They are brilliant, beautiful, loyal and oh...so lovable. My little baby Carmen is my only child and oh, so spoiled. I tell my husband it's all his fault, but I know the truth--it's both of us. When we got our baby girl, she was the size of a hamster--probably way to small to leave her mommy. I think we got really lucky. We just fell in love. This is the baby that when I held her in my hand the first time, took her tiny litttle paws and squeezed my finger. That was it. I was a goner.

She is 8 now and still so playful. Habits and routines, she is the queen of habits and routines. I would go on, but you know those obnoxious parents that go on and on about their kids ( see not ALL of them have their own talk shows).

If you want to fall in love--meet a teaser!

(This is when we tried to adopt 2 Papillons--it didn't go well)

Sometimes after all that playing--they just crash

As I sit and listen to my favorite Norah Jones recordings and still sense the presence of the melodious strains of Andrea Bocelli that played just before, I am in wonderment still about how music soothes the soul.

Not that this is a new concept for me. Music really has been my life. I have been a professional singer, taught for more years than I care to mention, yet it always takes my breath away how simple it is--music begets metamorphosis. Metamorphosis of the spirit. Good music beckons the inner being to become part of it. It wraps you and holds you. A moment of solace, a quick smile, or that sturm und drang angst that releases pent up emotion that has been permeating your being like a toxin.

Ah, music--my forever muse.

Some days you feel bigger than other days. Some days you feel teeny-weeny and powerless. I think is has something to do with moved cheese.

Yep, you heard me right--moved cheese. It's been several years since I read the book, but sometimes I feel like it doesn't matter if you read it yesterday, it's just so durn difficult to remember.

If you are not familiar with the book http://www.whomovedmycheese.com/

Cheese is all about growth, not size. And remember, relative proportion sometimes smells like bad cheese.