Last night we went to my team leader’s house for a Christmas party. We were having a good time, enjoying the food and the company of each other and our families. It was getting late and I looked across the room at Little One. She used the American Sign Language alphabet to say to me, “I’m tired. Can we leave?”
My first thought was, “She knows sign language?!”
My second thought was, “She assumes I know sign language?”
I was totally floored! She said they learned it in class and she and a friend have been using it like a secret code since no one else seemed to take much interest. I’m impressed that she’s retained it so well. I’m pleased that these people I live with throw me enough curveballs to keep me guessing about them. I love my family!
Then today I wrote a post about a local college girl who has gone missing. I feel for her family and I hope they have her home safe as soon as possible. I want to write a happy follow-up to that post. She is someone else’s Little One.
Checking my stats I see today is the first day my outside blog has ever out-preformed my AR blog. I hate that it’s for a reason like this, but everyone is looking for information on Leah. I’m glad they're reading, the more people looking for her the better.
I realize that I am separating how I write for each place, compartmentalizing. My Real Estate Shows lust of course goes directly to them. I now have Mothers Fighting For Others for my Momma Bear instincts, wanting the world to be a better place. MySpace lets me be as loony as I care to be. The Scoop is about HOME and AR has become the place where I talk to other agents. Well, one of the places. And then there are more.
It could be writing all in one place, but I think this works. I think I can still surprise myself with the different things I have to say. It’s good to keep yourself guessing too, isn't it?
Please say a prayer for Leah and her family, OK?