Bossofuringirl being out of town, I was challenged with the dread task of *programing the vcr*. I can aviate and network computers and overhaul porsches but the vcr was a formidable, never attempted head scratcher. Of course I can eject/insert a tape and manage the >> > << selections on the console — but the remote(s)? There are 47(!) buttons (some of them cryptic) one of which leads you to an on screen menu of which leads thru even more choices and bewilderment. Putting all trepidation aside, I’m here to say tada!! Your SNL is waiting for you on tape and BTW Happy Mothers Day sweetems!

The internet is pervasive. The realization hit me as the hotel recorded wakeup call began with the gingle from the windows 95 bootup wav file. Magazine ads begin to look more like web pages. Even staunch conservative bricks and mortor Wall Street Journal (the printed hardcopy version) has abandoned black and white for color tinted table backgrounds.

she who must be obeyed calls it the ‘my boss of u ring’ as she thrusts it up in my face as if it had hypnotic power. not neither, i say. what you showoff there is your very beautiful ‘u my kept woman ring’.
today marks 21 terrific years. happy anniversary baby! cheers!

R waiter at the Ruth Chris, a fine upstanding young fellow, introduced himself as Colby. ‘First time at our Steakhous?’ ‘Well it is at this one…’, I lied — embarrassed to admit. (Actually, I’d seen pictures in the inflight magazine ads — but then again I don’t think ‘Colby’ is his real name neither. hah!) They warn that the filet mignot would be served on a 500 degree plate. In other words don’t burn fingers. Important safety tip but wouldn’t such heat scortch the nice white linen table if not set it ablaze? With the bill I noticed the waiter’s thankyouyourwelcome speal included the fact that he was a fulltime college student and earning his own way (he had his violin out at this point). With the bill I could have eaten at the Boston Market for a week! I left him a good tip.

Everyone is going to want this trendy (breezy?) new clothing line. She says it’s from the EURIPIDEEZ collection by dadeo! It’s under strategic market study and evaluation. (not yet available in stores)

Mrs. D is at the front door with an armful of borrowed crock pot and in the other her agitated boxer tugging. After transferring the heavy pot, exchanging pleasantries and the usual brief small talk, they begin to slide away lingering at a delicate plant along the walkway. ‘Oh! what a beautiful plant and I didn’t know that it gave flowers…’, she compliments. Maybe it was the dogs idea to stop there and admire the bush because he promptly nails it with a hi pressure squirt. I reply deadpan as if neither of us had just witnessed the embarrassing thing, ‘I think it will not be blooming next year’ 😉

The dang dawg is testing out a most peculiar bad habit. He’s decided it just might work as it tends to pull my arm right out of its shoulder socket. While jogging alongside on his leash, and without warning, he has learned the panic stop. He locks-up all fours stiff legged head down and hind end up throws out the 98 pound anchor. After a very short skid, our tow comes to a dusty screeching halt as I spin-out. His goal is to pull out of the leash. Free. This ain’t-a-gonna happen.

I say you’ve got to earn your free to roam privileges. It’s must be something to watch as I connect foot to rear in attempt to re-motivate the troops. (note: no animals were harmed during the creation of this post. my running shoe has a very soft toe)

Tarja is explaining to me about her other job. Mary Kay cosmetics consultant. She says they sell products for men too! Skin care, colognes and the like. She tests the waters and starts to describe a clear semi-gloss coating that would be good for my nails. Hold-up there, no sale. I’ve got calices on my hands and proud of ’em. I even manage to whack a digit with a hammer from time to time. But she’s the consummate salesperson and if she’s good at it the next job progression is senior consultant, then team leader, director, senior director and on up the hierarchy. Isn’t that a pyramid?, I ask. No. It’s ‘door marketing’ strategy concept as taught by the Harvard School of Business, she says as if mine is a common question and her’s was artfully composed and indoctrinated at one of their MK convention gatherings. They furnish you a car to drive when you achieve Team Leader status. And it’s not PINK! It’s rose-champagne.

Here’s how it went down — George W’s senior inside advisor is leaving a primo career appointment because she’s ‘homesick for Texas’ (!?) She says that she’s abandoning ultimate Washington insider power so she can watch her youngster play soccer? (I think that she just set the women’s movement back a few…) Could it be that Mrs. B decide that she was getting to close to her man and so she sent her packing? How ’bout this one: Recall several months back when El Prez was sporting a black eye. I don’t think that this is connected. But, what REALLY happened? Did he fall off the couch while gagging on a pretzel? Hah! I say he and the VP got into an argument that ended in fist-e-cuffs! My daughter thinks I could be a writer for SNL 🙂