Mother's Day Dos and Don'ts

First of all, I’m not a Mother – at least not to tiny humans.  If fur people count, Motherhood has been my blessing for sure.  Of course we all “mother” to some extent (whether male or female) but Mother as a noun and not a verb is what we reflect upon this time of year. 

People ask me all the time “do you have any kids?”   Bad Question – I always answer “Not that I know of.”  That answer always brings a wrinkly forehead to the questioner.  Of course there were those somewhat unremembered days in the 60’s, but I digress.  It’s not polite to ask that question.  People usually ask because they want to tell you about their kids, grandkids, great grandkids.  I actually inherited a few grandkids when I married my husband but that doesn’t really count.  Motherhood and/or Grandmotherhood  is more in the “being” than the “doing.” 

My role model for a Mother is my wonderful friend Annie.  She’s my morning walk buddy.  For the last six or seven years (I’ve lost count) we walk every single morning.  We start out at 6:00 a.m. and walk my dogs (she doesn’t have any.)  We discuss politics, crime, relatives, dog poop…we sing songs, reminisce about earlier times and laugh a lot.  We’re probably a tad loud because neighbors have asked me “what in heaven’s name could possibly be so funny to cackle about at Odark30?”  The answer, I guess, is life.  Annie has 7 children that she knows of…and many grandchildren and great grandchildren (I’ve kind of lost track, they just keep coming.)  She’s outlived two husbands that she dearly loved and Annie loves her kids, all of them.  Some make her crazy from time to time but it doesn’t matter, she’s THE MOM.  I listen but I don’t presume or comment.  I learned a long time ago you don’t ever advise a MOM on how to raise or handle her kids, no matter what “pearl of wisdom” you think you must provide.  In turn, Annie doesn’t tell me how to handle my dogs or cats or husband either.  It’s all good!  I listen to the wonderful stories about Annie’s kids and I remember my own childhood.  I marvel at how Moms survive all the drama, disappointment and stress.  I guess it’s the laughter and love and tears of joy that sustain. 

This Mother’s Day, tell the Moms you know how much you admire them.  Don’t ask females you’ve just met if they have any kids (they’ll tell you in good time if they do.)  Kiss your Mom if she’s still with you and remember what a snotty little brat you were and how much she had to …I’ve digressed again.  Let her know how much you love her.   Posies and chocolates are nice but don’t “hold a candle” to some honest affection and admiration and please don’t leave out the hugs. 

Happy Mother’s Day to everyone, tiny human and fur people Moms alike!  We love you all.  

Chicken Soup For the Dog?

CHICKEN SOUP FOR THE DOG?

Halloween is over - thank heavens...now it's time to take down the gaudy and maudlin decor and start preparing for the next holiday season...but wait a minute.   Why am I hearing those arrrgh noises from my dog?  Seems like one or more may have taken part in last nights celebration.  I'm hoping it was just candy and there are no missing children.  

Anyway, I was going to start putting up my fav Thanksgiving sides and such but now I'm thinking... is there such a thing as a chicken soup cure for an ailing dog?  When we're sick, that's what we eat but what do you feed a dog that looks like a really bad New Year's Eve hangover victim?


One of the things I give my dogs every day is a scoop of roasted chicken with vegetables on top of their kibble.  They enjoy it and it provides added nutrients and protein missing from the kibble.  So, why not make some soup for them too?  I'll be right back...

OK, believe it or not, looks like it helps!  All three are now making slurping noises instead of gagging.
Last Christmas one of them opened up a wrapped box of chocolates that was in a gift bag, unwrapped the box, ate the entire box and pushed the empty box under the couch.  Had I not noticed a few errant wrappers by the door, I would never have even thought to check the gift bag.  There's a fine line between smart and not so much.

At least we will be heading to the beach today and not to the vet.  Thank Heavens for Chicken Soup.  It really can soothe the savage beast in more ways than one.

Have a Happy Thanksgiving and please, don't let the dogs get a hold of the turkey carcass.  

Blessings for a safe, healthy and happy Thanksgiving dinner for you and your family.



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Some great information on predictions for the real estate market in 2014 and fun ideas for decorating your Thanksgiving Table too.  It's all good (my friend Sam always says.)


Charlie (Hoffmann) and Rod Russell and whole furry family ;)

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Torrance, CA 90505
310-378-4440

My Dog Is A Good Sport And Loves To Please - Just Like Me...

My Halloween Bow

 Here it is Halloween again.  Of course I have to dress up my baby for the holiday.  She's seen here to the left with her Halloween bow - straight from the groomers - still intact.  Honestly, it won't last until Halloween but at least we tried.  

My St. Patty's Day Hat

Earlier this year, we gussied up the old girl for Saint Patty's Day.  You can see how excited she was.  

My Valentines Day Flower

Even earlier, it was Valentines Day and she was such a sweet gift.  

My Bunny Ears

But Easter was the topper!  She was "all ears" for that one.  It's amazing how patient our dogs are with us.  Always willing, always excited to please.  I wonder what goes on in their heads though...might be good not to think about that.

I don't think there is a National Dog Day but there should be.  They do deserve it.  Happy Haunting this month.  Take advantage of the government shut-down and get some stuff done while things are at a standstill.  You can see that's what I'm doing.  Don't worry, I'll make up for it in the fourth quarter.  

Meantime, if you know anyone that needs to buy or sell a home this month, call me!  I'm not shut down, I'm ready, willing and able to take care of business.  I want to set an example.  We're more than happy to make your home purchase or sale put a smile on your face or we'll eat a bug!  

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Perspective - Perspective - Perspective!

As a Realtor, I have to keep reminding myself not everyone views life as I do.  For example... interest rates today are so low they seem silly to me.  Maybe that's because I started selling homes in 1979 when interest rates were 16-17%.  We couldn't even get loans on most of the homes then and had to use "creative financing" to close those escrows.  Every sale closed with a major party for me and the buyer or seller!  And celebrate we did ... it seems amazing today as we remember how happy we were just to be able to put together a transaction in those times ... sometimes you don't know what you don't know and it doesn't matter.  We all visualize things differently and therefore we all see the outcomes from those perspectives.  I was walking my beautiful Great Pyrenees dog the other day and was stopped by a lady walking down the street toward us.  "What an amazing animal that it is" she remarked.  "It looks like a wolf walking down the street."  I laughed - you should look at her from behind I said, from this angle with her long legs and dewclaws she looks like a hooker in high heels.  We both laughed.  How different she looked from each perspective.  

I was working with a first time buyer showing homes this month.  He was so excited and worried as he looked at each home we were previewing from the perspective of what it would be like to live in that house, in that neighborhood and with that mortgage.  We looked at quite a few homes over a few weeks and finally we found one that seemed to appeal to him.  We parted ways for the weekend and regrouped on Monday.  I asked him which home he liked best out of three we saw the previous week.  I started with helping him remember how the houses appeared from the street, how big the garages were, how many bathrooms and then he stopped me.  "I know" he said "which one I really liked."  Which one? I asked - he hesitated for a moment and then explained  "I liked the one with the kittens the best - remember the kittens in the backyard?  I hope they are still there.  That was the house I liked the best."  I laughed because I remembered the kittens too, they really pulled at our heartstrings knowing someone had left them behind.  But the big surprise was how he was processing all the previews and what made him remember his favorite house.  He remembered the home quite well too but his trigger was the kittens.  

I try to remind myself to slow down and smell the roses from time to time but sometimes the greatest help is to stop and try to see the world through someone else's eyes for a change.  It can make such a difference.   

Blessings for a wonderful summer!  

Team South Bay Realty
24214 Hawthorne Blvd. Suite B
Torrance, CA 90505
310-378-4440

New Dog In Town!

All my friends know that Annie (my neighbor down the street, who is 85 years old this year and spry as a Spring chicken) and I walk my dogs every morning.  Annie is on my porch at 6:00 a.m. (which we refer to as O'Dark'30) and you can set your watch by it. We've been doing this for years now.  This keeps us both in shape and accountable to each other.  We walk 7 days a week, unless it's raining.  Each day is a new adventure for us.  We never know what to expect.  There is all manner of nocturnal life moving about at that hour.  We've had a few unusual encounters.

A few weeks ago, as we were getting everyone leashed up on the front porch, an additional nose was poking through the porch gate.  It seems that all stray dogs in my neighborhood show up at my house at some point because they are attracted to my Great Pyrenees, Dyna.  She's sort of the matriarch of the hood.  So, that didn't surprise me much.  Annie arrived and we started our walk with the new dog,  Our new guest didn't have any tags at all.  That's unusual.  When they do, we call the "parents" and escort them home.  "Buddy" which we began calling him, seemed perfectly content to just walk with us, enjoying our normal early morning frivolity.  When we returned, all the dogs headed inside for their morning breakfast - including Buddy.  He was not interested in going anywhere else. 

I posted flyers, checked the websites, called the neighbors and took Buddy to the vet to scan for chips.  Nothing.  A neighbor mentioned seeing someone let a dog out of a van in the early morning and the dog looked confused and afraid.  He thought it looked like our Buddy.  As a Realtor in this market in our times of economic downturn and confusion, I see a lot of animals abandoned.  Cats left in vacant homes to fend for themselves, dogs left chained in yards with no food or water.  Now some families who can no longer care for their pets have been dropping them off in good neighborhoods, hoping some family will adopt them.  The shelters have reduced the time between drop off and euthanaisa, which is also sad, but I digress. 

Anyway, Buddy has decided that I'm his new Mama.  He's a true "Heinz 57" variety pup.  Looks like a cross between a Beagle, a Dalmation with maybe a bit of Lab or Setter.  He has these big liquid brown eyes that follow you everywhere. He wags his tail as soon as you turn your head toward him. He gets along with all the animals, including my three recently adopted cats.  You can leave the gates or doors open and he justs sits down and waits for someone to notice.  He's moved in!  If you or someone you know has lost this wonderful dog, please let me know.  Otherwise, I guess three dogs and three cats are still manageable.   Buddy seems to be a special messenger that has chosen our family and me in particular, for which I feel very blessed.  My friend Ray, who is an artist, painted a beautiful painting which is hung in my office.  It's called The Messenger.  Ray says, sometimes in life we are the message and sometimes we are the messenger...makes sense. 

Charlie Hoffmann (Mother of six furry children)
Team South Bay Realty

It's a Dog's Life!!

Buttons is my first born. She's a mixed breed; what's playfully called a "Pekapom" which is a Pomeranian Pekingese mix. Buttons found me through an ad in the Penny Saver. We were both in need of a best friend. I found her at what I thought to be a private home with a batch of newborn pups. Later I found out it was really a "puppy farm." I picked her (or I should say she picked me) from inside a cardboard box, surrounded by squealing siblings with teary eyes and matted squashes of fur, all begging for attention. She eyed me quietly and drew me in by her lack of fussing. I know now that was her personal pattern of passive aggressive behavior. We rode home quietly with my 16 ounces of fluff hanging from my shoulder, fast asleep and breathing in my ear. When she wasn't sleeping, she was bouncing around like a rubber ball. To avoid stepping on her, I carried her around the house on my shoulder. My shoulder became her quiet place, her safe place, her happy place.

One day I returned home from work and found her in a puddle of blood and vomit in the middle of the kitchen floor. I wrapped her in a towel and rushed her to the vet. It was then I found out she was from a "puppy farm" and had not been cared for properly. She had been infected with Parvo which is a virus and usually deadly to little tiny pups like her. The vet said she needed to be quarantined and I could visit her daily. Each day I would come, walk through the pan of bleach solution to prevent introducing more germs into her environment, and we would visit. We both cried each time I had to leave. After about 10 days, the vet said there was nothing more to do. He told me to take her home and hope for the best. That was twelve years ago. She's still my boss today.

Eleven years ago, Buttons and I moved into our new home in Lomita Pines. We moved in the day after Christmas Day. We spent the day unpacking boxes - stacking them in each appropriate room. Buttons had a box too, a big box of puppy toys. I opened her box and left it on the floor in the family room. Later in the day, tired and sleepy I put Buttons on my shoulder and headed for the bedroom. As I past her box in the family room, I noticed it was empty. I was confused. I began looking for her toys, thinking I had dumped them somewhere by accident. As I went from room to room I noticed something peculiar. Every room had at least one puppy toy. Buttons was sleeping on my shoulder and I didn't want to wake her to ask the question, but I knew...she had made Lomita Pines her new home too!

Buttons and I would love to help you find a special home in Lomita Pines too, or any of the great South Bay cities. Visit our websites: www.yoursouthbayteam.com, www.lomitahomes.com, www.inthepines.com or call us anytime for a personal tour.