hello to all you woodchuck chuckers!!!

And what's the word on everyone's lips?

(they're chapped lips)

fave movie evah... 

AND, happy birthday to my maternal grandfather, who's 123 today!!! whoa!!! gettin up there, ain't he?

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Well... where to begin? Its certainly been a while... just been so busy, but I'll catch y'all up soon.

First of all, Adam came and went and it was mostly not-so-great because he didn't want to follow the point sheet and then he ended up tearing it up and the school rules state that if the point sheet is torn up, then the student must tape it back together again. Nothing happens until that's done.

As I think I've said before, I've been shit-faced busy working on my two new jobs... especially the really "big one."

I'm gonna cut to the chase... I showed up on Sunday and the wife of the couple informed me that her mother who she says has a "master's degree" in interior design was going to come over, in a bit.

wtf???

In the meantime, we chatted a bit, but wife seemed tense and nervous...And get this, she named her baby Christian too! We convened in the kitchen and wife was cutting up some muffins for her and her toddler son(which she never offered me so much as a crumb!!!) and then in waltzed mom--- Alexis... I know...

What I faced shaking my hand was a teeeeeeeeeeeny tiiiiiiiiiiiiiny, waaaaaaaaay too thin, waaaaaaaay too much plastic surgeried (yes, surgeried) late 50's (I was told) woman. Think the beautiful actress, Tovah Feldshuh, but 20 lbs thinner and everything stretched tighter than a drum-- and very fixed nose. (sorry Tovah... I've admired you ever since exercising with you to Jane Fonda's pregnancy work out video 21 years ago...)  Its just that she has the same hair and basic facial structure, but in a really scary way, not in a beautiful natural way that Tovah has.

To put it succinctly, Mommy/Alexis, proceeded to commandeer our meeting... MY FUCKING MEETING. This was MY presentation!!! Client/husband left the room with toddler/son. (very smart man) He had told me, days earlier, that wife's parents are exceedingly wealthy. uh huh... And yes, i googled her and her hubbie later, and he is waaaaaaaaay up there, and I can't give any more information than that because as client/wife pointed out to me. "Their compound" (adjacent to Whinyentitledton) is "well-known", inferring that IF I did NOT know it, it meant that I was a nobody.

Geeezzz... I thought I wuzzz a badasss!

The meeting was a nightmare. Client/wife and mommie ignored me for the most part and/or contradicted my ideas... It was surreal... It was totally not really happening... a scene straight outta a movie.  Instead of my usual, charming presentation, I was sweating like a Farm animal...

This was just not right.

I held it together, but i had to leave by 2:00 and came back to see that Sam had already left with Adam and started to get teary, but there was no time to cry as my next meeting was in less than one hour and I still had much to do.

That meeting was fine. normal people. no taste, but normal. No taste, I can deal with.  No manners, I cannot.

But what to do about it?

Sam was my "voice of reason."  Boy oh boy, if that's one thing most men are good for.

"Just keep it VERY simple, stick only to the facts, and keep your EMOTIONS out of it."

To be continued... 


but... first the final scene of Groundhog Day!!! Love the schmaltzy, cheesey luv music at 3:23 and again at 7:00...


Enjoy!!!