An avalanche of paperwork

I will return as soon as I dig myself out. If I'm not back by Tuesday, send a dog with a cask of whiskey. Jack Black preferred.

Happy National Eating Disorders Awareness Week

Size does matter. Be healthy.

My biggest time waster - other people

The person who emailed me numerous times for the email addresses of the others in our organization: If you would just look at the top of every single one of my emails to you in the "To:" box you will see everyone's email address. Please copy and paste in your own address book and quit bothering me to send you a list.

The person who wants to be reminded of our meetings: We meet every month/quarter at the same place, at the same time, and on the same day of the month (i.e. second Monday). Either mark your calendar, put an alarm on your digital calendar, or slap a post-it note on your face to help you remember. You're an adult and I am not your mother.

The uninformed: Don't waste other people's time at meetings asking for explanations on issues that were discussed previously at the past several meetings which you neglected to attend. You had been given copies of all minutes and reports for those meetings. All your questions would have been answered had you read the reports that we spent time writing and distributing.

The accuser: Again, if you had read all the reports given to you prior to the meeting or listened at the meetings, you would know that all those things you are just now questioning were done months ago.

The appointment absentee: I have a very busy schedule, but I make time for my appointments. You could at least call and tell me you're not coming or at the very least, call and apologize later in the day. I have other clients more important and courteous than you who deserve that time.

The convenience store customer: Must you take the time to use a debit card for a $1.50 coffee when there is a line of seven people behind you who are hurrying to get to work.

The gray area between right and wrong

As some of you have previously learned, I do not subscribe to cable TV and therefore don't get to watch some series until they are available on DVD.

I just finished watching season one of AMC's "Breaking Bad," and highly recommend it to anyone who enjoys intelligent, off-beat dramas with bits of dark humor. I have not enjoyed a series this much since HBO's "Six Feet Under."

Actor Bryan Cranston, whom I loved in Malcolm in the Middle, truly deserves those Emmys he's picked up for his role. He shifts effortlessly from mild-mannered, hen-pecked teacher to cancer patient to drug bad-ass.

The writing is superb and interjects bits of philosophy and chemistry into a storyline of a dying high school chemistry teacher joining forces with a former pupil in a meth making business in order to generate an endowment for his family's future after he's gone.

Every character in the show appears to be breaking the law in some form or another and begs the question of where that line between right and wrong really exists.

And yet I have time to write this...

5:30 am family medical emergency; scooped snow from sidewalk for ambulance
4 1/2 inches of snow last night
7:30 am came home,changed clothes and went to work
8:00 am scooped snow from office sidewalk
8:30-6 taxes, taxes, taxes, taxes, taxes, taxes, taxes, taxes, taxes, taxes, taxes, taxes
3:30pm more snow plus blowing and drifting
6 pm eat dinner
7 pm clean bathroom at relative's house because of medical emergency (not looking forward to that)
8 pm taxes
9 pm The Office reruns
10 pm zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

The Blues

House Beautiful magazine featured everything blue in their issue this month.

The color blue is one of my favorites. Actually denim blue, navy blue and baby blue to be exact. People say my blue eyes look bluer when I wear blue.
Sometimes even brown eyes can become blue.

Blue makes many people happy.
There are blue mountains:

And blue oceans:
And blue skies:
Blue jeans:
Blue beer:
Blue whales:
Blue men:

Blue moons:

Blue(s) brothers:
Blue bayous:

Even blue monsters:
But it can also make people sad.


Fortunately for you blue bloods, there are blue bars for those times you just can't handle being blue:


And if you don't know what a blue note is, you don't know blues.

Hollerin @ Hooters - Part 2

I couldn't resist posting a link to this story sent to me by my blogging buddy Going Like Sixty.

As you can see Hooters gives a great deal of money to children's charities and, the Lutheran Church is very happy to accept it. I'd like to hear the rationalization for accepting that money.

(This reminds me of a local church who had a religious retreat for men at a local bar where the video machines proudly displayed animated images of women's enormous "coconuts." And you wonder why I am such a skeptic of organized religion?)

So perhaps I was wrong in my assumption about Hooter's targe market; it's really children, who are so grateful for the charitable contributions that they'll beg to have their birthday parties with the hot girls in short shorts.

I long for the old days of the Playboy clubs, where adult men were sequestered privately with half-naked young women, and no children were allowed.