Random mutterings

I often struggle with how personal I want to get with my posts. I wonder if people care to read that stuff, should I even talk about it, and do I have the time to write it out so that it makes any sense?

After watching my taping of Days of Our Lives today in which two characters come back from the dead and their beloved wives seeing them for the first time, I really wish that someone would've screamed out, "holy fucking shit, where the hell did you come from?"

Screech from Saved by the Bell is selling off autographed t-shirts to raise money to pay $250k in property taxes to avoid foreclosure. First of all, I can't imagine how ANYONE'S property taxes could increase like that without one hell of a fight. Secondly, dude needs to get a regular job to pay his own bills like the rest of us, or sell his house. Thirdly, is it even possible for a piece of residential property in Wisconsin to have property taxes that high?

Work is really busy for me right now, as my client's fiscal year starts July 1. I've been working 11 hour days fairly regularly for the past two - three weeks. The hard part about being in account/project management is that your value and hard work is so intangible that no one else really "gets" what in the world you do (or esp. in this case where I've had to do some writing that our regular writer will probably take full credit for).

I was totally humbled watching a re-run of Oprah with Jon Bon Jovi, where he gave some Philadelphia schoolkids some uniforms and school supplies...so they could actually go to school. When they saw these new backpacks, you would've thought they'd won the lottery.

One good reason to being the Type-A control freak in the family: my mom talked to my sister about visiting "some time around June 15." My mom fell off the face of the Earth and my sister couldn't get a hold of her to find out what was going on (she does this a lot). On June 18th, my mom called my sister to say that she was at the train station...five minutes away. She would NEVER do that to me (fortunately, they are apparently having a great visit).

Tuesday would've been my eight year anniversary and last week was my four-year anniversary on my divorce. It doesn't seem that long ago, and yet I feel like a whole new person. Maybe one day, I might have the courage to explain why.

I wish I had an accent. And could sing. And could dance without looking like the "here's what not to do" example in the video. And actually understood The Matrix.