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just think about the money

july 15

just think about the money

This is a super quick and dirty and I probably won’t even send out a notify because I don’t even have time to do this. I am only justifying this because I am taking 5 minutes to eat my breakfast (hi, it’s 3:48 PM) and I am chewing ham and cannot make phone calls.

We are slammed. I am happy that we have work. It is exciting to tell people we are busy since almost no one in town is right now. However, I am wondering if we are setting ourselves up to fail. Lisa is showing sings of meltdown. We have one presentation to a new client, a pitch for new biz, a presentation to a long-time client and more little presentation to the big client. I also have sales calls to make. Why are you making sales calls when you have so much work? you may ask. This is because after we get back from vacation in September, we have nothing. That is not uncommon, and I’m not freaked out yet, but I have to feed the monster and it’s done with sales calls.

And I haven’t has sex in like three weeks. THREE WEEKS. Not like that’s a record or anything, but, you know. I’m married. Sex is something you come to expect. Lisa is telling me to fuck off right now because that’s about how long it’s been for her, too, because her beau is in LA shooting a movie. I can’t wait for him to get back. The girl needs to get laid. And soon. I just hope she gets all her work done first. Cuz I know when he steps off that plane she is going to be no where to be found for about 48-72 hours. I’d better build that into our schedule: LISA OUT FOR SEX. Maybe I should schedule a little time for myself, as well.

Our intern came back today. He quit a few weeks ago but he’s back now. We are all very, very happy. Yay.

What else. Riot had her baby and, in true Riot spirit, her first post is a tirade against the establishment for making women feel like shit for having C-sections. Athena has spent the last month trying to keep her babe from coming and now he won't budge. Her entries are getting funnier as she gets crankier. I mean that in the "oh, honey" sense. Not that I think it's funny that she's feeling like crap.

Babies. I went to a picnic with my family yesterday at Laurelhurst Park. We used to celebrate my Papa's birthdays there when I was a kid. If he was alive, he would have been 100 yesterday. So we all got together--aunts, uncles, cousins, cousins' kids--and had a picnic in honor of Papa. I guess we've been married long enough now because people are asking us when we're going to have kids (we were so young when we got hitched no one asked, probably for fear of putting ideas in our heads). I just told them all we'd do it when I get a wife.

And then today my friend Lora emailed out some study by Sylvia Ann Hewlett about how women can't have it all. Really? No shit. If I think it's a worthwhile report I'll post the PDF.

Okay. Back to the phone. And everything else.

- july 15

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