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Thursday, May 22, 2003 ( 12:53 PM ) Melody Excess Boobage I can't drink coffee without ruining an article of clothing. Last week I was wearing a pristine white Eddie Bauer t-shirt and a skirt from the Ruth Collection (Ruth from our fat class who keeps giving me her gorgeous clothes cause she's too skinny for them now. I don't care if she's a grandma, the woman can dress, and her fabric softener smells so nice!), and I was feeling cute. I stopped for coffee after dropping Belinda off at work and splattered it all over myself. I had to go purchase a new blouse. Today I'm wearing a light lavendar blouse and a skirt (also from the Ruth Collection). Belinda and I decided to get coffee at lunch, and I spilled two drops on my left boob. I'd like to go home, but I've got a meeting in an hour, and I wouldn't make it back. I went to the bathroom and scrubbed it with a wet paper towel, but now I've got a wet, linty boob to show for my efforts. It looks like I had a breastfeeding mishap. This wouldn't happen if I were an A or a B-cup. Sometimes I wish I could just get these things removed. They're always in the way. Seriously-- I'm not doing much with them anyway. It would be nice to be one of those women who can get away without wearing a bra on a nice summer day. It would be great not to have to cynch them to my chest every time I want to exercise. # ( 9:06 AM ) Melody Racing Sucks Memorial Day in Indianapolis means drunk rednecks, public urination, litter all over downtown (and the entire West side), and gridlocked traffic. Why? Because of the &%$#* track. That's why. Rumor has it that this year, because of the heightened terror alert, police and city officials have made the decision to block off Georgetown Road, which is going to further congest Michigan Road, which Belinda and I live just East of and use as a starting point to any destination in the city. Contrary to public opinion, not everyone in Indy is a race fan, and the 500 is this weekend. Consequently, like many other 500-haters, Belinda and I are getting the heck out of Dodge. We're going to Wisconsin to visit our friends Jessica and Janice. We plan to take in the Farmer's Market in Madison, eat good cheese, and maybe see a movie at a drive-in theater. # Tuesday, May 20, 2003 ( 12:35 PM ) Melody Incredible Shrinking Update Speaking of my diet, here's an update for anyone who cares. As of last night (week 20 of our program), I've lost 56.9 lbs. Belinda has lost 49. # Monday, May 19, 2003 ( 2:28 PM ) Melody Occupational Roller Coaster Do you ever have those days when you hate your job and want to lie under your desk with your eyelids squeezed tightly together and your hands clasped over your ears to shut out the world, and then later you're high on adrenaline and wouldn't budge if someone offered to make you the CEO of a still successful post-recession Fortune 500 company that believed in honest accounting? Yeah. I might be a little bipolar when it comes to my job. One of my authors is close to crapping out on me. It could happen at any minute. She told her project editor that she might bow out of a project I have fought (through missed deadlines) to keep her on because I believe that she is close to the best person on the planet to write this book. It's a huge disapointment because I enjoy talking with her, and I admire her success and vitality. I should know better by now. Liking your author as a person is always the first step toward a book disaster. On the other hand, I had a great phone meeting this afternoon with some folks at a hugely important tech company whose product I'm doing another book on. I love the marketing and product development parts of this job. Sometimes I think I should go into marketing full-time. Then I wouldn't have to worry about babysitting authors anymore. # ( 9:45 AM ) Melody What were the chances?! My friend Jason's cat Chloe has been MIA for four weeks. She just slipped out the backdoor one night. In the four weeks, he has tirelessly distributed flyers across his neighborhood and all of the surrounding neighborhoods. Last night he received a call from a woman whose dog had been spooked by a strange cat with a bushy tail she recognized from the flyers. The cat had taken refuge under their deck. Jason and his wife rushed over there with a flashlight and found poor dirty now seriously underweight Chloe (was 8 lbs, now 5 lbs). She was very glad to see him. I am so happy for him. # |
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