And the Great Pie Caper Continues…

Oh, yeah, I renamed it “The Great Pie Caper of 2018.”  Sounds a little more exciting.

Yesterday, my business partner, Mike, and I journeyed over 300 miles (all within the confines of “Metro” Atlanta), to deliver pumpkin pies to our clients as a Thank You for letting us help them find their perfect home.

Today, we woke up, exhausted, but with 14 more pies to deliver.  We decided to split up – I took the North, he took the South.

At least it was a beautiful day for driving.

It was really awesome to see how our clients have settled in and made their new homes “their own.” From yard improvements, paint jobs and new furnishings, they’ve all updated their places to reflect their personalities.


And their sense of humor.

(Oh, by the way, I won a dog!!!)

“We must have a pie. Stress cannot exist in the presence of a pie.”
David Mamet, Boston Marriage

The Great Pie Drop 2018

Today my business partner and I picked up 30 fresh-baked pumpkin pies and delivered them to clients we had helped to buy or sell a home this year.


We’re the kind of realtors who make all we do about genuinely taking care of our clients – we go where they need us verses limiting ourselves to a certain neighborhood or area of town.  We’ve worked with people over the entire Metro Area this year, from Canton in the northern ‘burbs to Covington, down south.


Today we drove almost 300 miles dropping off pies to our client list.  No kidding.  From 10 this morning until almost 10 tonight.

Some people weren’t home, but we did manage to catch up with about seven or eight of our clients and spend a few minutes with them before we were off to the next destination.  It was so wonderful to see them living in and loving their homes and so excited about the changes in their lives!

We’re definitely thankful for our wonderful clients – most who’ve become friends and part of our family.  Wishing them and you all a wonderful Thanksgiving!


Cat Rules 101 – Rule 374: Feline Fight Club

I’d like to resurrect a discussion, which has come to my attention, regarding one of the most important Cat Rules, and thus necessary to this primer.  I specifically mean Rule #374: Feline Fight Club.

But of course, the first rule of Feline Fight Club:

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You do not talk about Feline Fight Club.


No matter how much cats fight, there always seem to be plenty of kittens.
– Abraham Lincoln

Happy Anniversary, Baby

Cheers to my good friend , Yu Kai Lin on the 10th Anniversary of his art gallery, Kai Lin Art.

Amazing night with works from 60 different artists spanning 10 years worth of shows.

Thrilled to support our friend and see some incredible local art! Here’s to the next 10 and then, Yu Kai Lin!

::all our love, KAVID::

A Hellacious Belle’s Guide to Sips and Vittles of the Modern South: N is for Nashville Hot Chicken

nashvillehotHey guys!  We’re back today with the Hellacious Belle’s guide to Southern Food and Bevs, ’cause whoo hoo!  We just got us a Hattie B’s in the ATL and I wanted to share.

Hattie B’s is a purveyor of Nashville Hot Chicken, which is a type of fried chicken made famous in the Music City, that’s marinated in spices, crispy fried and sauced again with a pepper-based paste.

Nashville Hot Chicken is usually served with white bread and some pickle chips and ranges from mild, “Southern” heat to “Burn Notice” style, STCU.

Our branch of Hatti B’s has been open maybe a month or two but the lines are still wrapped around the block at lunch and dinner.  I’ll pass for now on a wait for a plate and instead try my luck making my own fiery fried cluck, with a recipe courtesy of the Food Network.

In a way that somebody else converts to Judaism or becomes a Hare Krishna, I belong to the church of fried chicken. – Padma Lakshmi

Cat Rules 101 – Rule 417

The other day, I shared with you Cat Rule 417, which addresses the ratio of unsolicited feline affection to the amount of black clothing worn by the feline’s human.  Corollary 1 of this rule further enhances the proportionate values by cost and use proximity.

Human and Feline interaction preceding the exercise of Corollary 2 of Cat Rule 417

I would like to add Corollary 2 to Cat Rule 417:

In circumstances of extreme need (such as the human wearing an all black dress, tights and coat on the way out the door for an important function) the feline can actually project hairs from their body like miniature javelins at recorded distances as great as fifty feet to adorn the clothing of their human.

Scientific illustration of cat hair projectiles by source and direction

This is an atavistic response honed through generations of self-imposed, selective breeding as a means to preserve the comfort and lifestyle of the species, by warning off predatory cats from poaching or impeding the cat’s human and perhaps impacting, even in the smallest of ways, the timely service of meals and scheduled applications of due affection.

It is to be noted that this redistribution of strand assets, resulting in the  “branding” of the human, is accompanied by an almost imperceptible “poof.”



Dogs have owners, cats have staff. ~Author Unknown

The kindness of strangers

I lost my kilt pin last month at the Stone Mountain Highland Games.

This happened at some point during the Parade of Tartans, when I marched with my Fergusson family and about 100 other Scottish clans and families in front of thousands of spectators.  The clasp must have caught on something and sprung loose, and the pin slipped free of the fabric and vanished under the feet of the masses.  I didn’t realize it until we were back at the tent.  David and I went back to look for it but it was hopeless.  Far too large a space, still too many people wandering around, too tiny of a pin.


My Mom gave me that pin when I was elected Regional Vice-President of Clan Fergusson.  It’s not super expensive, nor even an heirloom, but it means something very special to me.

I was crushed.  When we got home that night, and without any expectations of ever recovering my brooch, I sent a message to the webmaster of the Stone Mountain Games website and asked if he could connect me to the organization’s Lost and Found.  I described the pin and gave my contact information.

Three weeks later, a lovely lady from the Games Administration – Mrs. Grey – called me and asked me to describe my pin.  “It’s gold, a thistle, with a purple stone,” I replied.

“Can you tell me about the ribbon?” She asked.

“Ribbon?” I was perplexed.  “Huh? Oh wait, there’s a snip of tartan ribbon in the pin to represent my husband’s clan, the Douglasses.”

That was the identifier she was looking for.  She took down my address and said she’d send it on.  Today, I opened the mail to find an envelope containing my kilt pin, none the worse for its journey back to me.

Thank you, Mrs. Grey, from the bottom of my heart and my thanks also to that kind stranger, who picked up the pin and turned it in to Lost and Found, knowing it meant something to someone.

“I’m reminded that no matter how hard we try, nothing we do is in a vacuum.”
Mike McIntyre, The Kindness of Strangers: Penniless Across America



Cat Rules 101

Cat Rule 417: The amount of unsolicited affection shown by a feline is directly proportional to the amount of black clothing you are wearing.

Corollary 1 to Rule 417: the fervency of the feline’s affection is directly relational to the cost to dry clean the black clothing item and the proximity of the occasion you next plan to wear it.

“If a dog jumps into your lap it is because he is fond of you; but if a cat does the same thing it is because your lap is warmer.”
A.N. Whitehead

A book by any other cover…

…would still be awesome at my quarterly Pace Cetter’s book club meeting.

Today, we were hosted by the lovely Debraleigh in her beautiful home, and had the pleasure of meeting her husband, brother and her cutey-pie son, Ian, along with her delightful fur kids (who were desperately hoping we might get clumsy and drop some cheese.)

It was a fabulous afternoon, with great refreshments and even better conversation. Unfortunately, we never got around to discussing our book.

But that just gives us more to talk about next at the next function. Which I’m really looking forward to. I can’t value enough spending time with friends, putting work and weekday stress aside and genuinely enjoying time spent with charming, funny and intelligent women. I feel recharged and maybe a little rewritten.

I can’t wait to get our next meet up on the books.