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I’m Invited!

When my girls were in their diaper days, their favorite bedtime ritual involved reading Go Dog Go!. For those unfamiliar (under 40), this is an epic tale involving big dogs, little dogs, red dogs and white dogs… you get the picture. This exciting fantasy ramped up to climactic moment when the dogs arrived at The Tree (“to the tree, to the tree”) where they encountered a Big Dog Party! My daughters’ yesteryear squeals of delight could never equal my unbridled exuberance of today when I was invited to Greg’s Dog Party. Well, perhaps I exaggerate, but I am honored nonetheless.

It is no cyber-secret that I have been a huge fan of the Bloodhound Blog from the start, but I met the word of my induction into the dog pound with both enthusiasm and trepidation. I have been blogging for the better part of a year now under my own comfy security blanket. My all-too frequent typos, lapses in posting, and even the occasional absence of discernable meaningful content (too many human-interest installments) have been largely forgiven by my small audience. My tombstone will read “She used and misused too many commas, hyphens and parentheses, and don’t even get us started on those semicolons”! Greg, on the other hand, has created a superior site over a much shorter period of time. Even his trolls are better! I am the first to admit that I am lucky to truly understand half of what he writes, let alone able to allocate enough time to read it all. The man is a machine, and the need for the online dictionary link in my Favorites folder is entirely his doing. That’s the trepidation part.

On the other hand, I am thrilled to be included among his hand-picked group of real estate junkies who, like myself, have a passion for the business. One can only admire their willingness to evaluate, reevaluate and even question our industry and our industry practices in such an honest and unfiltered way. So, consider this my RSVP; I am looking forward to attending the party. Forgive me for being fashionably late with my first post of substance (obviously not this one), but I don’t plan on leaving until the lights go out. To the tree!

(Footnote: Now you all know why I married Steve. Oh sure, I could have courted my high school prom date, John Watson, but only Steve could assure me of the top spot on the sidebar.)

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    5 Comments so far

    1. Jeff Brown November 29th, 2006 8:36 am

      Yeah, right. Like you couldn’t have married a guy with a last name like say, Byron. :-)

      I’ve been telling anyone and everyone since I first found your blog to go there and read it. This is a very cool surprise Kris. This band needed a female singer.

    2. Kris Berg November 29th, 2006 8:55 am

      In Cathleen’s defense, I believe she is also of the female ilk. Thanks for the warm welcome, Jeff!

    3. [...] So, having made my acceptance speech, I now have two outlets for my blogging addiction. Won’t Steve be pleased!? [...]

    4. Jay Thompson November 29th, 2006 2:23 pm

      Ah, Kris Berg, one of my favorite RE bloggers! Sharp, incredibly witty and easy on the eyes. What more could one ask for? (sorry Steve, don’t take that wrong… I’m not a cyber perv out to stalk your bride. I have my own lovely wife to deal with).

      What more does Greg have up his sleave?

      Jeeze, as if this place didn’t already suck up 90% of the Phoenix real estate blog traffic. Now I have to contend with this latest addition?

      Sometimes life is not fair. Fortunately though, the “blogosphere” (lord I hate that word) is large. And after all, I am still THE Phoenix Real Estate Guy!

    5. Gena Riede November 29th, 2006 10:41 pm

      Kris, looking forward to reading your posts. Welcome. The keeper of the dogs must be very impressed with your abilities. No pressure…