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September 25, 2003
Goodbye to You, 2002
Well, it took about 120 hours in 3 weeks but I finally finished the 2002 books for one of my clients. It was hard, it was harrowing but now it's done and I have learned alot about what to and what not to do when running a small business. By last Sunday, aka the most beautiful day of the year, as I was feverishly entering data into the books and reconciling accounts all I could think was, "This is Bullshit! I am a fucking artist!" I am dying here.
Now that commitment is fulfilled a lead weight has been lifted. I am taking stock and making some big decisions. I don't why Spring Cleaning gets such big press. I tend to clean house spiritually, emotionally, literally and figuratively in the Autumn.
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September 23, 2003
Raining/Pouring
And now all of the sudden it's raining men. Sweet Columbian men in the park. Handsome record producers from a chi-chi party. There is nothing like cutting the chord to realize there's a big wide world out there. I've told my mom this before in one way or another; "the chasm only looks so big until you've crossed it. Once on the other side you find it was just a finite crack. "
I had a great time tonight with two of the most charming men I've met in quite some time. All the sudden it's not so bad that Rhett is "Gone with the Wind". We are still friends. I hope we always will be. I still care a great deal for him I think, but truthfully..I had forgotten what it was like to go out with an engaging, genteel man. I'd forgotten what it was like to have my company appreciated by a handsome straight guy. To have the small pleasures bestowed upon me. Tonight I scored two of them. One is definitely just a friend, the other I'm not sure. I am sure you'll read about them again....I'm already thinking of pseudonyms.
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September 19, 2003
Leaving the Wingman
I don't want to go too much in to detail but one in our party got some bad booze. We were about to leave, he and I. I went to say goodbye to Jack, a nice guy playing pool and to let the Mayor know we were gone. Rhett was, ahem, too busy to talk. When I turned back said person was passed out cold, clammy and exhausted. Mongo the bouncer helped me and our other pal get the down one outside and on a firehose pipe. The Down One was not in a good way. Rhett was, ahem, too busy to notice. So while The Down One (TDO) and I wait for the car Rhett and Girl Du Jour come out. He saunters over to assess the situation and says, Our Friend is going to get the car. Girl Du Jour is going to Brooklyn and I have to go with her. Really? You have to go to Brooklyn? . This was a choice that surprised me. Even Maverick learned, all be it the hardway, that you never leave your wingman. I was really shocked. So I'll put this out to all you guys and girls who read this. My attitude is this: If it's a one night stand then who cares. Dime a dozen and nobody special. There are always one night stands and friends are well, Wingmen. If it's someone special, she'll be there in the morning or the next night. Maybe its GirlCode honor that you never leave your wingman and the Top Guns just stole it. Setting aside the fact that is completely impolitic of him to be so blatant with where he puts his tongue these days, isn't leaving the wingman in this situation completely taboo? Inappropriate? Frivolous? Am I being too hard on Rhett for this infraction because I am still getting over a bad choice? Or is this a truly heinous thing to do? Comments from guys and girls are welcome.
Okay, now that a little time and tide has passed I can honestly admit, I was more offended by Rhett's behaviour with Girl Du Jour. The Down One was well taken care of between the other pal and I. I guess I just reverted my anger to a less personal issue. In the end I think the whole episode, though difficult to go through and truly impolitic, inappropriate, selfish and rude, occured for the best. I see Rhett and my relationship with him much more clearly than I was allowing myself to see it before then. There's no question that in the last few months Rhett and I were more than just friends. But we were also much much less than lovers. I guess I have just hit my limit for ambiguities. We Texas girls can only take so much. The saying may be crass but it holds a lot of water-"Either piss or get off the pot." Me I am tired of the tease; so I'm getting off and looking for better plumbing.
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Waiting for Godot
When I was a little girl I remember my mother telling me, "Meredith, You are going to have to meet Prince Charming if you'll ever settle down. Nothing else would ever satisfy you." At the time I thought that was an ominous prediction and not true. Scott Z., my classmate, was only 12. Though taller than I and pretty cute, he was shy and like all of us that age, a little awkward about the whole guy/girl thing. He wasn't a prince at all and I thought he was fabulous. I didn't think I wanted much really.A kind heart, honor, humor, something in their face or physique that turned me on and an adventurous soul don't seem like too much for a girl to ask. For starters, Rhett and Sluefoot Sue are having a bit of a rough time of it. Sluefoot Sue likes her fun, but she is discovering Rhett is more and more frivolous with each passing day. But I digress. Rhett and I went out for a function in which he invited his friends and my same day b-day buddies The Mayor and ET (He's not an extra terrestrial but he does have a heart of gold.) Anyway on this night Rhett was being Rhett, macking down on the girl du jour named Krista from Brooklyn. Yeehaw. I even had the perverse opportunity to tell Krista Rhett was a good guy. She should "go for it.". I lied. But so what if she gets stomped on. She was kind of snotty to The Mayor before she realized he was Rhett's friend. She'd be perfect for Rhett. And she'll deserve what she gets. We went to Red Rock West. A "Cowboy Ugly" place full of people pretending to be Cowboys. By the end of the night when we said our goodbyes Rhett did something that surprised even me. Something which has made me lose enough respect for him that I have started to realize just how little I am regarded by him. More on that in the next entry. So on this night I had another striking example of how far away Rhett or anyman is from Prince Charming. Heck. He's not even Scott Z. How's that for a Teaser?
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I donated a small contribution to the Democratic National Committee for their September Fundraising Effort. Paul Begala and James Carville asked if I would. It wasn't much, but I feel better knowing I am doing something to save our country from the idiocy that currently runs The White House. So if you want a stable economy, sound foreign policy, responsible and strategic use of our military, and the end of truly fuzzy math, take the Carville/Begala challenge. One of the cool things is being able to check how much they've made so far. I love the internet.
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How sweet the sound. Here's to the Fallen.
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Just heard some of the finer points of Junior's big speech and all I can think is "YOU WANT HOW MUCH?" I guess all those armchair presidents had a point. Sitting at Starbucks and the Java Hut after perusing the sparse Help wanted ads sipping a java and wondering, "So what happens when we defeat Iraq's military? Then what do we do with them?" Besides give Cheney's old pals from Haliburton billions of dollars in contracts to "rebuild Iraq" that is. Perhaps the US government should give those javahounds a job. It sure as hell seems like none of our current Presidential staff gave one bit of thought as to what we would do after the big Junior As A Topgun photo op. I listened to Hardball with Chris Matthews and it really sickens me the way those Repubs still insist on pretending that this is the way it should go. The world knows our military is stressed and we are now in a position of going to the UN like putzes when we could have been with them as allies and compatriots. Finally it occurs to me how easy it is for Junior to ask for 87Billion dollars. I think he's had a lot of practice asking for outrageous amounts of money, things, privileges. Daddy get me out of the draft. Daddy help me with this DUI. Brother, what can you do for me in Florida? It's all fuzzy math to this guy, because he never had to earn it. My wish for the US is that in 2004, Americans are smart enough to elect a person who did have to earn it; and diligent enough to keep the freeloader from cheating his way into the White House.
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Since Tex in the City, LLC came about and with this website, Spam has been a mounting problem for me. Each day I get between 40 and 75 messages a day. Fortunately there are great anti-spam products and some of the best ones are free. I am currently using Spamihilator for one site and SpamAssassin for another. They are better than the trial version of Coffee Cup I put on my computer and then deleted. Anyway it seems that one of the pests got through and I found myself with Surfer Bar as a toolbar on my computer. It piggy -backed onto google or something. I couldn't use Google's Toolbar without getting sucked into Surfer Bar. A big thanks goes out to the folks at PC Hell. They gave me step by step instructions on how to beat the bar! I went into the bowels of my computer, did a little kung-fu computing and kazaam! Surfer Bar is dead on my computer. At least for now. Like any good action flick, I feel sure there will be a sequel. But for now I feel like a super hero victorious. I think I'll go have a barbecue with some cuddly little Ewoks.
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September 16, 2003
Civic Duty
September 11, 2003
Amazing Grace
It saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost but now am found.
I was blind.
Now I see. September 08, 2003
You want how much?
September 06, 2003
Beating the 'Bar