H is for Hope

I pretty much made a personal note to self to not blog unless it was at least worth telling someone on the phone. But I do need to speak on the issue of being someone’s bitch. Not just anyone’s, everybody’s. I all but tell somebody they can bend me over and spank me on the ass, if they please- and mean it- on a daily basis lately. I’m not making fun- I’m serious, I feel so indebted to practically everyone I speak to. What commonly falls out of my mouth is- “I’m sorry, please, i mean, thank you, no , could you, or could i, possibly?” point being, i don’t see a how to make friends and become a millionaire c.d. release anytime soon. unless someone has a criticism it turns into: ‘i’m sorry, did you want to take that over yourself, or would you like me to personally shove that….. into a circular file…etc. etc.’
Actually, I’m having a wonderful time- I am worried and wonder how I could have allowed myself such disorganization in the process - but I love it. And, at the same time having 3 nephews under the age of 8 visiting and staying for four days now has softened me. Except for The Apprentice…I’m a tv-phobe and I just had a room full of family members trying to explain and coax into watching. While i’m thinking, maybe i could learn something, maybe i could cut the cable with a pair of scissors? could i be an apprentice, is it possible to win a million dollars being the apprentice? i shouldn’t watch- no. but maybe… and finally it is over.
it is just troubling, my appearance, when i look in the mirror- I wore two pairs of socks with a pair of sandals, a pair of silk capris, a black tank with two sweaters and a light jacket out , to an interview?!? thankfully radio- but only really looked right before just putting my pajamas on. I blame it on the weather.

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