Rush Limbaugh Criticizes Michael J. Fox's Stem Cell Research Ads?

Now I don't think raising farms of human embryos and then destroying them in the quest for stem cells is right, but I do think that some form of stem cell research needs to occur. There are just other sources we could use (cord blood, adult stem cells, etc.).

ANYWAY, that said, I think Rush Limbaugh claiming that Fox is either acting or is off his medication is hideous. Rush Limbaugh is a total ass and he is still in his addiction, which is what makes his personality so ugly. He still thinks the world revolves around him.

Visit is Cancelled

So Munchkin sees Mommy Dearest on Wednesdays and Fridays. Occasionally, Mommy Dearest cancels. Here's the message I got today from her:

"Have 2 cancel visit 4 2night cuz I'm not feeling well. Will & explain further. Sorry :-'("

So I message her back, "Sorry to hear you're not feeling well. What's going on?"

She messages me back. "Took med Dr F wanted me 2 try; feeling very zombie-ish. Ugh."

I almost texted back with, "Are you f'in kidding me? You're disappointing Niece because you feel zombie-ish? I feel like a zombie all week and still did my job!"

I remembered it's not about me just in time to keep from doing something that stupid. It's better when Niece DOESN'T see her mom. It throws her world out of balance and her behaviors get temporarily worse. I have to be honest and admit that I'm more p*ssed that I won't have any alone time than I am that she cancelled. Yes, I am selfish. Aren't we all?

But, yes, I'm also sorry for Niece. I mean, how must it feel for her? I don't know because I can't read her mind, but it can't be a picnic.

More on Mr. Burger King

Well today I was talking with one of my directors about an account that wants to grow its business with us. And this director, whom we'll call The Little General, looked it up and said, "Oh, that's Mr. Burger King's old account." (Mr Burger King --http://asecretaryslife.blogspot.com/2005/11/guess-whos-trying-to-come-back.html#links)

"Gosh is he still even walking this earth?"

"Oh yeah, just saw him at this tradeshow."

"Is he still with the company he left us for?"

"Oh, I think he's on his third company."

Wow. Not a big surprise. He totally made the wrong move when he left here.

For Today

The For Today quote is awesome and reminds me so much of what my primary purpose is right now - to stay abstinent and care for myself and Deirdre.

Patience is a bitter plant, but it has sweet fruit

- German proverb

For today: I am in OA to turn my life around, and I'm willing to wait.

I was about to start starving myself again, frankly. Someone showed me a picture of myself at my lowest weight…and my collar bones looked like they could cut glass. And my lowest weight was not 150…it was 218. Yes, that's right. 218. I can't believe how thin I looked. Makes me scared to go into Onederland. LOL. But hey I looked pretty. :o) LOL.

Like that matters when I starved myself to get there! And I do mean starved…like hair-falling-out starved. Too bad the hair didn't fall out from my legs. LOL. And not grow back.

And then of course I gained my weight back anyway. Because I didn't change my life. I just changed obsessions. And when the replacement obsession grew old and not quite as strong of a drug as the food was, I went back to my core obsession, which was food. I couldn't understand why I kept gaining weight and why I was suddenly longing for old, unhealthy, abusive habits. Well, tada, there's the answer. Whether you're starving or stuffing, you're still obsessing over food and it just doesn't ever get you where you want to go - a happy, healthy life.

My sponsor caught me skipping meals yesterday. She told me that if I didn't stop, my food obsession would return. I just really need to get back to a very healthy way of living, of taking care of myself and my home and my ward. Yeah, it's kinda difficult to do all that when you're exhausted, but the actions have to change first, then the feelings change.

Snap

Well I was starting to dive into a new obsession. But I'm thankful that program has helped me snap back into place.

I was starting to lose my humanity. I wasn't taking care of my charges very well, and that includes D. When I stop and let Program back into my life, everything improves.

Not sure what this weekend is going to bring, hopefully not the sleet and snow that's been promised. But I'm happy I wised up quickly enough to not completely ruin it.

No More Copscop Blog

Well I'm as disappointed as the rest of his fans are, but it appears that copscop has taken down his blog. Aw, that's too bad. Now I can't read his blog and fantasize. Shucks.

Office Lesson #3: Don't Lose Receipts

But if you do, call the establishment and ask if they can please send you a copy.

If the person answering the phone tells you that the owners are out of the country and he doesn't know his a$$ from a hole in the ground when it comes to 'the computer', then just say that if you don't get the receipt, you're going to be very loathe to order catering from them again. Hopefully this is an establishment that you use a lot and hopefully they are a new restaurant that needs your business, so your threat will carry some weight.

HELLO! Business can't stop because the owner went out of the country and you're too stupid to own a computer, people! Tough sh*t.

Man, I wish I hadn't lost that receipt. I don't like being nasty to people anymore, but I can be imperious when I need to. I just don't like doing it, where I used to absolutely relish it. Back when I was a total b*tch (read: not in recovery), I'd consider cowing a restaurant employee to be a job well done and all in a day's work. Now I just feel like an a$$.

Spoiled Brats and their Spoiled Parents

This is a story about English school children and parents bitchin' to high heaven because the school cafeterias are serving healthier lunches. The children miss their french fries and so moms and dads are coming to the rescue by packing sack lunches full of junk or selling hamburgers and fries through the railings at lunch.

Hello!!!! If American schools provided healthier lunches for my kid to eat, I'd be jumping up for joy. One of the breakfasts they did for D had a choice between cereal and fruit or a pastry twist. She's five, what do you think she's going to pick? At least the English schools are seeing their children getting fatter and actually giving a damn. And I say that as a fat woman.

Why God Why

I **really** wish that Twiggy would just go to lunch like a normal person instead of coming back to her desk. Can't I be 'alone' for one hour per day up here?

What I really need to recognize is that I am just very agitated. It's not Twiggy. It's not the Geico callers, it's not any of that. I'm just stressed out.

Poem

Ever heard that song by Taproot, Poem? Great song. Anyway, on with my meager writing talents…if they can be called that.

So is poetry good if you can understand it or is it better if it's mysterious and you don't quite get it? I don't know.

My Stab at Poetry
I love you.
I loathe you.
You're thoughtless.
Yet you make me high.

The antithesis of the pint,
But still the same effect.
I embrace you
And fear your nuances.

Ruination.
Destruction.
Abdication of duty.
I daren't point
At you.
That's powerlessness.

Pointing at me
Are my foolishness's
Results.

Ah, addiction!
Many forms, yet all the same
In their work.
This might be better
If it rhymed.]

I love you.
You're a substance.
In non-substance form.
I want to be fixed.

Angelina's Much Better at This

How nice of Angelina to make celebrities feel ashamed of themselves and then decide to give some of their glorious essences to the world.

However, none of these upstarts, such a Nicole Kidman or Madonna, are as good at it as Angelina is. When Angelina speaks, she sounds like she knows what she's talking about. When Nicole speaks, it sounds as if she was asked a question that she never dreamed she'd have to answer, such as, "What the f*ck are you doing in Kosovo?"

Cricket, You Win

You have slaughtered me.

Your IVR is absolutely impenetrable. Had I known this, I'd have stalked my butt over to one of your cheap strip mall locations with your clueless employees and complained at them for a while during lunch.

But I didn't know that. Instead I peacefully ate my salad and started reading a new Dean Koontz novel.

So now I'm trying to get one of your local stores on the phone, which is about as achievable as getting Mr. Wrong to set one size 14.5 food in Nebraska, or about as achievable as getting my five year old to stop assaulting teachers and wussy daycare workers. It's about as achievable as my ex deciding to be faithful to any one woman while in a relationship lasting longer than fifteen minutes.

I could go on and on about this, but I won't. Suffice it to say that I get what I pay for and I'm not paying much for this shiznit.

Having a cell phone is almost like some kind of addiction. Really.

Fine! I will just double-pay you greedy mofos!! For f*ck's sake!

Daycare

So I'm trying to find my little hellion a new daycare because my friend who graciously offered to help me is getting near her expiration date. The wait at the behavioral day center is a month long, even though I have jumped through the hoops as quickly as possible. I'm hoping that someone else's hellion may have improved in the meantime and so may not need the services.

I find myself, instead of trying to be as honest as possible and trying to facilitate good communication, trying to lie as little as I can while still achieving my objective of finding a daycare for Niece.

My search is yielding very little fruit. The biggest find so far is a service that will help you find daycares, but their search product is $35. Just to search for a daycare!!! $35!!!! Just to SEARCH!!!

Still, perhaps $35 would be worth it for a little peace, a little less stress, and the lowering of my blood pressure!

I am in a huge bind. And right now I feel like I am not going to find a way out any time soon.

Gawd I'm tired

I'm so tired. But it was worth it to see Flavor Flav's potential concubines' families duking it out last night.You can tell how New York was produced. Her mom's as much of a piece of work as she is.

Someone asked me last night why I watch that show. Well, I watch it primarily so I can feel better about my life. Watch it once and you'll understand.

My guts are all in an uproar and I think it's over this trial on Thursday. And that big zit on the side of my face. I detest that my skin is perptually adolescent. Oh and that I don't have my retreat stuff done either. Bricks and signs, bricks and signs. The committee totally FUBAR'd up the press op that I got them. They can pretty much forget about it now I think.

You know that buzzing thing that Pat from SNL used to do? (she/he was the androgynous one that no one could figure out whether she/he was a she or a he). I feel like doing that. Today. All day.

Well I must go get plates and shiznit ready for that client visit downstairs. Fun fun fun. :o)

Office Lesson 2

When a satellite office asks you to send something to them 2nd day air, you can probably procrastinate on that task for one day and then send overnight, but if they sent the request on 9/26 and it's 10/9 and you didn't do it, be prepared for a spanking.

When they call and ask where the stuff is, you can BS your way through it by saying, "Hmm, I'm not sure what happened to that package. I'll check on it. I'm sure I sent it." And then quickly send it out there.

Office Lesson 1

I thought this might be a fun theme.

Lesson 1:
When wearing low-riding pants, it is wise not to wear panties that have a little pink bow in the back. When you bend over, the bow shows, and when you stand up, it gets caught on the waistband of your pants. Just ask the Marketing Assistant, who is now walking around amidst absolute alpha male dogs with a small pink bow showing in the back of her trousers.

What a Mess

OK things are really sucking around here. First, Niece gets kicked out of kindergarten. Then I find a daycare that has room for her, but she assaults the teachers, so they're pissed. That was yesterday. But they were willing to give her another shot today. However, Niece won't be going to daycare today because she has a 100 degree fever and an earache.

 

So let's see...how much work have I missed so far?

 

Monday...I was sick. No work that day. -8 hours.

 

Tuesday...back at work...school calls at about 9:30 am to report that I need to pick up Niece. I return to work around 11:30 am, after dropping her off in Blair. I have to leave at 4:30pm though, because my sitter can only watch her till 5pm. -2 hours (I skip lunch)

 

Wednesday...back at work...ONE full day! YAY!

 

Thursday...Niece starts daycare. Daycare calls me at 3pm to pick her up. -2.5 hours.

 

Friday...Niece has temperature/earache...I'm screwed...backup daycare is available starting at 12:30. -3 hours

 

Hours available: 40

Hours missed: 13

Percentage worked: 68%

Likelihood that I will receive a warning in the near future, though I am trying with all my might to be at work and do a great job: 85%

Likelihood that I will be fired this year: 80%

 

I guess I don't need a boyfriend to sate any libido that I may or may not have. Looks like it's 80% certain that I'm going to get screwed anyway.

 

You know...it's not that Napoleon is a jerk. It's not that at all. It is that Napoleon is business-minded and they need someone in my position that can be there consistently. Better polish the resume.

 

oooooooo New Link!

This person lives in Lincoln, NE and posts a daily picture from that place. I didn't know there were so many cool aspects of Lincoln. Far out. : )

Bride's Parents Kidnap Her to Prevent Marriage

This is one those things where DearAbby would say, "You'd better reconsider that marriage, b*tch, because your parents hate that dude, and they ain't going anywhere. You're in for a long road."

It's My Birthday....

…no, not today. This month, on the 25th. 13 days after D-day, the day of THE trial. God I am looking forward to finally getting some dang resolution to this mess! And I will also say that I am glad it's in God's hands, not mine. Good Orderly Direction.

A VP was walking by my desk when a client services admin had just passed her and she stopped by and asked who that was. I told her. Somehow we got onto the fact that I'm turning 30 this month and I go, "I'm turning 30 this month! Don't I get something for that sh*t?" It was totally a joke and totally not tacky, but it seriously looks tacky in this post. But since I know the truth of its non-tackiness in the situation of which I speak, I will confidently say that I am not tacky. However, I used to be…horribly tacky. I don't feel like going there. I mean, read the rest of my blog and see how messed up I was - then you'll know. LOL

Anyways…..I'm going to be 30 and it's not too exciting. But in this office, it's easy for people to forget one's birthday and that means a loss of partying income. A birthday to these folks means, "Oh! $50 to the Secretary!" Ok, yes, I am tacky. : )

Last year, my birthday was totally forgotten, overlooked, you name it. So I came up with a plan! Cause I was feeling PRETTY damn sorry for myself and was actually quite weepy.

So the plan is this - save last year's cards, begin to display about two-three days prior to your birthday. Great idea, huh?

Works great for Secretary's day too. Save last year's Secretary's Day cards, display two-three days prior to event, and voila! A subtle reminder without the remindees knowing they're being reminded. I mean, like a frickin' charm!!!

And, no, they don't remember which card they gave you last year. Do you remember what birthday card you gave some nameless office face last year? Or even your best bud? Do you remember what your Christmas cards that you gave out looked like last year? Probably not, unless you have extras left over, or unless you have one box of Christmas cards stored in your desk that you use every year and consequently should be good to go for about four years worth of Christmases.

While we're talking about this stuff, you should probably check out www.ghettotips.com. Their tips run in the same vein as the ones that I just dispensed. LOL.

Ok, secretaries, work it!