7 Days remain

Everyone once in a while you'll get an email that you don't know if it's true or accurate or not. I tried to figure out the following letter/thoughts and did find it on the Investor's Iraq Forum. I could not disprove it on Snopes or TruthorFiction. But I tend to lean toward wanting to share it because I relate to the sentiment. So what the heck:

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A serious comment by Bill Lear (Lear jet)
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Thank you to the anonymous blog-commentor.
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But you're WRONG!

Absent Minded

How can one teeny little item that you use on occasion cause so much discomfort, disarray, and frustration. I suppose with the change in weather it was bound to happen. And in the fall I tend to get a cold sore that I protect against. Well the chapping of the lips caught me off guard. I always have a trusty tube of lip balm around. This past Thursday they were just bothering me beyond belief and I went to find my tube before work and couldn't find it. Now all my toiletries are always in the same place. I began a morning, crap I need to get to work, run around the house, throwing things every which way for a white and blue tube of goo. Nothing. So at work I went down to the convenient store that we have and purchased this:

Carmex, for cold sores and dry chapped lips. I had never heard of this brand. Never. So I bought it and tried and I like it very much. It's cool and mentholated. mmmmmmm, my lips feel so much better. It's my new buddy for the winter. Oh no, I just found my Vaseline Lip Therapy and he is pissed. Figures... and I still have to clean up the mess he caused.

A bit about me

Meme Time
I'm lifting this from earth2karen who pilfered it from Sassy and Tina:
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I am: Trying to restructure my life patterns.
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I think: I should have left work on time yesterday to mow the lawn.
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I know: Jesus loves stupid people.
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I want: Immortality.
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I have: Very tolerant friends.
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I wish: I had more energy
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I hate: And can’t forgive the boys that mugged and raped me when I was 12. They challenge my prejudice everyday.
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I miss: Andrew
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I fear: Black cars on I-64. I wonder if I’m going to get shot at again.
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I hear: That the 2008 Presidential Election is right around the corner. You’d think that the news would report on that a little bit more.
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I smell: Smoke…. Oh, that’s me.
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I crave: Carbohydrates, damn it.
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I seek: To know the blonde guy at work a bit better.
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I wonder: If the blonde guy at work digs dudes.
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I regret: Trying to burn a house down when I was a teenager. I also, oddly, regret failing.
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I love: My dog.
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I ache: At my left shoulder and left hip. I don’t care if the x-rays came back negative. I know something’s not right.
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I was not: Guilty of pelting the substitute high school music teacher with an acorn. It was probably Obama.
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I’m not: A Barack Obama follower.
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I cry: When I watch the Color Purple.
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I believe: That children are our future… oh please! shyeah right!
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I dance: Unexpectedly, anyplace. Just to make you giggle.
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I sing: Similar to how I dance.
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I read: And write all day long and come home and do more of the same.
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I don't: Have a significant other.
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I fight: More intelligently now that I’m older.
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I write: And read all day long and come home and do more of the same.
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I win: When luck is on my side.
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I lose: Cause I’m best friends with Murphy.
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I never: …Oh yes I do.
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I always: …and often do.
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I confuse: My co-worker on purpose.
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I listen: But you do not hear.
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I’m found: At work or at home and often at friends.
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I’m scared: Of heights.
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I need: A lovah with a slow hand…
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I’m happy: Most of the time since age has mellowed me.

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Boss Lady

Today I was dreading my monthly meeting with my BossLady (BL). I'm fairly good at what I do and I take a lot of pride in how I do my job. But this has not been my year. The type of work that has crossed my desk has been idiotically complicated, required a lot of research beyond the norm, and heavily focused in an area that is by far my biggest weakness. I can run circles around people in the areas I'm fully competent in. But this one area has been the bane of my work existence. My work-items drag toward resolution and I'm not confident of my results. I tend to be overly critical and analytical in my research. But I'm like that because people's money is at stake and I believe I owe it to them to be thorough; whether they get a positive or negative outcome.

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I swamped with these hateful work-items. So I took my labored ass into my meeting to have a *Thomas sucks and I need help* session. Gawd, I hate asking for help and/or understanding or guidance about my own performance. Usually my monthly meets take all of 5 minutes. My new BL has been in her position for 4 months now. Each of my meetings has been 45 minutes or more since she came on board. She has a brilliant mind. Clearly she thinks much faster than I do and I don't know how she does it. But she's patient to listen to my issues and guide me where I need to be. This is her first time as a manager and so far she is doing a wonderful job. As task oriented as she is, she has the time to stop and wrap her head around issues at a moments notice and completely "get it".

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I left today's meeting with my pile of work and an action plan. I left the meeting feeling that I had been heard and understood. I even suggested a solution to a team process that I had been offering up for the past three years that always considered unnecessary. My suggestion offered up a more fair distribution of work and work-types that will balance ownership. She totally bought into the concept. It's such an easy concept to administer. But it's so very much going to tick off my remaining colleague-bitch. (yeah maybe that was unnecessary but it's true.)

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So Thomas, was the entire day a success? Hail no!

My Political Profile

My Political Profile:

Overall: 55% Conservative, 45% Liberal Social Issues: 50% Conservative, 50% Liberal Personal Responsibility: 50% Conservative, 50% Liberal Fiscal Issues: 75% Conservative, 25% Liberal Ethics: 0% Conservative, 100% Liberal Defense and Crime: 100% Conservative, 0% Liberal *

How Liberal Or Conservative Are You?

American Family Fitness

It's entirely possible you support discriminatory actions. If so, please feel free to check the X Box. This post is about supporting an effort impacting change and it's not even about the Presidential Election. You have a unique opportunity to have your voice heard. There is an upcoming manager's meeting at American Family Fitness that may actually discuss Gay Marriage/Domestic Partner Benefit packages. Refer to this POST if you do not recall me speaking about it the recent past. I'm not asking that you write a letter the size of a novel. A quick note to management and the CEO will suffice. Even if it simply says: AFF Domestic Partner Benefits package - Make it Happen! They will get the point. So here's your opportunity. Copy/paste the following email list and send off a message of support. Thank you.

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fwood@amfamfit.com, jlakey@amfamfit.com,

dmayton@amfamfit.com, destes@amfamfit.com,

sreed@amfamfit.com, svaden@amfamfit.com,

tbrightwell@amfamfit.com, brown@amfamfit.com,

bevans@amfamfit.com

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Isn't that easy?

Say "Yes Thomas, it is!!"

Drained

My sugar levels are down a bit. But I'm feeling drained. I fight one battle only to bring about another. Not sure how to explain it. I guess it's part getting used to the new medications. And another part taking away other medications my body was used to. I suppose my body is whining at itself. Shut up - no, you shut up. Stop it - no, you stop it. Run - Fat boy - Run. Hail NO!

Sugar

The picture is of skulls formed from sugar. I found it sort of fitting for how I'm feeling right now. No, in general I'm in good spirits. But my blood sugar levels are horrendous. Sugar is killing me. I am diabetic and have been so for 12 years. But really, it's been since I was a teen and was just not diagnosed. Many iterations of medications later, I find that more serious insulin strategies are in my future. I've maxed out the oral medications, done the non-insulin injectable, back to oral and extended release insulin. My body just seems to hate them and refuses to respond. I normalize for a while. Usually months on end, but lately it's been just months or recently even weeks. My latest medication was a combination insulin and oral medications that lasted about 4 weeks and I saw my sugar levels drop, then pop back up to "unacceptable". So, I have been to an endocrinologist with whom I will be working with for the foreseeable future. I am also taking other medications for other issues. The doctor took me off those and we are basically going back to scratch. Today I started on a mixture of a short extended release insulin that I blend with a quick release insulin. The very first thing I noticed was NOTHING. The next thing I noticed was that I was dog tired by 1:00pm. I suppose that should be expected. I'll pace it out and deal with the fatigue. I tend to get all excited when I see my sugar levels drop to normal and get to feeling much better. Right now, I feel like my body is pumping syrup/molasses through my veins. It's tiring. It makes me sleepy. It makes it hard to think. It makes it very hard to be nice to stupid people. *Thank you Lexapro* And now the weatherman is talking snow. Jesus Christmas, right now I just want to spank a Grinch. I wonder if google has a picture for that?

Moody Mr. Grumpy Pants

The photo was a google picture find when I was searching for a "moody" shot. I ran across this photo that made me giggle. It's a drawing by Tom Moody and from what I see of the limited art I've found, he draws images in unsual positions. You won't often find me with my nose up someone's ass, so don't be thinking that I relate to this picture folks. It just tickled me.

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This past Thursday was a wonderful day. I was all by my lonesome. The chatter-box no longer works behind me. The bitch was gone for a day to do something mundane with her family. The boss was out (I rather like her though). Her boss was never in her office. Her administrative assistant was never at her desk and the lady that works behind her was absent half the day. The woman to seats behind her was out. And one other lady was also on vacation. She'll return to a huge surprise when she returns to having a teammate that is simple annoying, having been assigned to the cube behind her. So you get the theme. It was quiet because all the she's were gone and it was just us testosterone heavy he-men at work. Diligently doing what we do... peacefully. Thursday I was able to accomplish so much work it was AWESOME!!!

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Friday, the bitch was back. I was constipated and was creating enough greenhouse gases to justify global warming. I had a dinner date with an estrogen pack from work that I do actually care for and value. All of us were in attendance but it was a bit shaky for me. Any given Friday at 5pm is not a time to still be at work in the job I do. Why the hell people wait until that time of the day and week to call and complain about a problem that must be fixed by 5:01pm is beyond me. Everyone with a brain high-tailed it right at 5:00pm. Don't think a problem is going to be fixed folks. But sure as hell pass it on to me because it's so urgent and I'm the only one available and you're to lazy to "think" for yourself. I was late to the gathering, along with the Queen. She and I went together. She left her Dr. Pepper in my car if she or her husband are reading this post. Beer and gassy constipation don't mix. Add to that a dash of pissed-off and I was mister sinister. I tried to socialize the best I could but I was brain tired too-boot and we were sitting at a table that was abut the most redneck crowd you might find from Crewe, Virginia or any city in West Virginia. One lady was picking her teeth with a sugar pack, another was taking her false teeth out and grinning at people and there were more men there with hair longer than Crystal Gayle's. There was also the special lady that mimicked a mouth and tongue gesture that eluded to her cunnilingus abilities. Though she admitted afterward she was as agile at it as the man next to her. He had to be every bit of 75 years and FUGLY. The thought of either of them performing in that manner should give pause to all women to run from the hills.

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Saturday I was a whore for sleep. I couldn't get enough. Until I got a call from a friend that was in town and wanted to meet up. We went to the TGI-Friday's (twice in one week to a restaurant I had never been to before) and drank ourselves silly. (don't tell my doctor cause he's already peeved that my sugar levels are off once again. That's another blog post but I'll wait until after my endocrinology appointment on Monday and the results to get into that).

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I friggin' broke a nail last night too. WHINE! To let you know how really traumatic that is you need to understand that ALL my life I have been a nail-biter. Nerves, I guess. But last November I started taking Lexapro for my nerves because I was very much wanting to kill the woman that used to work behind me. I could visualize it so clearly and I was happy about it. So I talked to doc about this issue and we went with Lex to help. And help it did. I was so much more mellowed out and thinking clearly. I also noticed that I was no longer a self cannibalist. I've had nails. On occasion I liked letting them get a bit long so I could really drum them. But I was doing it this time so that they'd get long and I could shape them well. Damn it. I go and crack this one nail and fracks up how I shape the others. OMG - It's all that estrogen I've been succumbing to, isn't it. women.

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Solomon is not a fan of me sticking my finger up his ass. I have to do that (with a glove on) to put the medication on his anal gland area that is infected. But he's over it and starts walking away from me when I put on a glove. Smart dog. And damn it again, my doctor told me it was time AGAIN for my prostate exam. I think he secretly likes that job.

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They better hire that replacement for the chatter-box soon. I need some time off.

What kind of bagel are you

I am a Blueberry Bagel

I am outgoing, optimistic, and open-minded. I find a lot to love in life, and I'm always discovering new things to be excited about. Of all the types, I'm the least likely to be a picky eater. I tend to have fresh, home-cooked food for breakfast. Breakfast truly is the most important meal.

What Kind of Bagel Are You?

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Truth?

I hate Blueberry Bagels... bleck