Thursday, March 17, 2011
When a picture of an apartment community that’s advertised on the Internet is blurry or taken from far away, I don’t assume a poorly trained photographer is to blame. I assume this is a place, if seen in person, that would haunt my dreams. Coincidentally, the same logic can be applied to online dating profiles.
To improve your community’s image, hire a good photographer who...
Thursday, March 10, 2011
When the weather is nice, I like to jog one mile to an upscale grocery store near my apartment, indulge in a few samples of cheese, bread and cookies as fellow shoppers watch my sweat collect on the tile floor, and then run back home. Clearly, my love for free things knows very few bounds.
Unfortunately, the same can be said for my ex co-worker. In addition to the typical coffee and tea...
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Whenever America’s favorite snaggle-toothed singer, Jewel, talks about her past life as a homeless person living out of her car, I picture her in an environment very similar to that of my 1996 Jeep.
A co-worker who will remain nameless (Michelle) once likened the contents of my car to something you would see on Hoarders. While I respectfully disagree, I will admit I could survive quite...
Monday, February 28, 2011
Two years ago, my friends and I had the pleasure of renting a house in Ireland from a 20-something ex-rugby player named Ted.
At the risk of sounding like 1950’s teenager, Ted was dreamy. His accent was to-die-for, he had shoulders as broad as a Buick, and his teeth were both white and straight—a real rarity in the U.K.
One day Ted came over to mow our lawn. After watching him...