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Good grief. The mayor of a tiny Tennessee town outside of Memphis is throwing a tantrum about missing the end of the Charlie Brown Christmas Special. I love Charlie Brown as much as the next guy, but seriously? Does this really warrant publishing a Facebook rant about how the President of the United States is a Christ-hating, Charlie Brown-interrupting Muslim?

I’m embarrassed for three reasons:

A) this guy is an elected official, and

B) he is making important decisions on behalf of folks in my home state, and

C) dude clearly doesn’t understand there is no privacy on the Internet. Not that he was seeking privacy when he posted this insanity for 1,600 “friends” to see. Read More…

Okay, I understand that this article wasn’t written to sell condos downtown. BUT it sure as heck won’t help. There simply won’t be a line to get into the Encore or Icon after reading how the market is rock bottom, demand for condos is back peddling and folks who have purchased have a serious case of buyers remorse.

Dave and I move into the Encore in 48 hours. I’ve no remorse. That surprises me, especially after all the crap we’ve been through. I’m downright giddy to be moving into my condo — no matter how much realestate reporters and professionals tell us we’re crazy for doing so.

I truely believe in the investment. I truely hate that everyone seems to take so much pleasure in betting on my investment’s failure. Oh well. Come see me in five years and we’ll talk … we’ll sip wine on one of our two balconies overlooking the brand new convention center while we watch folks file into the Sommet Center to cheer on our Stanley Cup winning Nashville Predators. Hey — a girl can dream.