Game Day in Enemy Territory

The only reason I am still alive at this moment is because a certain fumble-footed kicker from Dallas couldn't kick a football into the broadside of a barn from 10 yards away if his Momma's life depended on it.
And as thankful as I am that I am still breathing (due to the fact that I, a die-hard Dallas Cowboys fan since the day I was born in the great state of Texas, did not get to celebrate a win over Denver, where I happen to be spending Thanksgiving) I still hope that kicker's Momma whips his ass when he gets home for shaming himself on national television and single-handedly (or footedly) losing the game.
Yeah...still a little bitter. But jesus f*#^*!! christ...It was already unbearably horrible enough to be surrounded by 2 dozen enemy combatants with Bronco Blood pulsing through their veins as they fixated on the game. Christ...my mom and I tossed the appetizers and were gnawing on the china in a desperate attempt not to scream at the refs or cheer with Dallas. And I'm not a quiet girl during a game. When I've been at my parents' house during NFL game days, my dad has come from the back of the house to remind me that no one on the field can actually hear me, "although the neighbors probably can"...and that's from the man who yells at the people on Survivor.
I went outside in my cousin's front yard a couple of times to make phone calls to football buddies so I could vent and jump and curse some Denver and Go Dallas loudly, if only for a few minutes...and then I realized that my cousin's neighbor had company over who were also outside.
Did I mention I was not very quiet?
Well anyway, dinner was wonderful, the game was miserable, I met family I hadn't seen before and discovered that enough good red wine and fine bone china makes it possible to get through game day in enemy territory.

Vacation Greetings...Kind Of

I would like to say Greetings and Salutations from the private tropical island I have rented for the next month.

Tell me this isn’t the life… The beach house – majestic and well-appointed…

The gardens – breathtaking and well-appointed…

The cabana boy – very well-app, uh… Tequila flowing like water…

Unfortunately, as much as I would like to say hello to everyone from a place like this right now…I’m not. Oh hell no. Not even friggin’ close. As a matter of fact, I’ll be leaving the relatively mild winter climate of my present surroundings for those of Colorado in a short while. Don’t misunderstand, I enjoy the mountains and snow, but in tightly controlled, excursion-specific travel plans. A one-week ski trip to a ski-in/ski-out resort with an in-room Jacuzzi, on-site sauna and steam room facilities and 24-hour taxi service to town. I don’t ask for much, but I do have to have the basics.

Now, on the other hand, a month of the private island every year and I might be able to keep myself from drinking my way to the top of a bell tower with a high-powered rifle and scope when PETA activists come to town. Hell, I might even quit aiming at them from my second floor windows altogether.

So, in honor of all things hopeful and holiday and vacation I’m noting a few upcoming days of interest. If possible I’ll revisit some of these, but like I said, I’ll be out for a while.

And everyone who knows me should celebrate November 18th…even just knowing me is reason enough to celebrate that day. I should petition to have it changed to Friends-Of-A-Scorpio-Support-Day.

Pursuit-of-Happiness-Week:8-14

I-Need-A-Patch-For-That-Day:12

Loosen-Up-Lighten-Up-Day:14
Married-To-A-Scorpio-Support-Day: 18
Have-A-Bad-Day-Day:19
Name-Your-PC-Day:20
World-Television-Day:21
International-Aura-Awareness-Day:25
Shopping-Reminder-Day:25
Electronic-Greetings-Day:29

Stay-Home-Because-You're-Well-Day:30

The Vacation Rules

I know, vacation from what? Don't start. The last few months have been just so completely off-the-wall that there was no coordinating one day to the next. If I didn't have my own business where I can cram a week's work into one panicked, desperate day with deadlines loomimg if I have to, I SO would have been fired at least a dozen times in the last six months.
So I've decided this is going to be an extended vacation. The GTGconsulting website is going under a complete re-design, and will remain in hiatus until mid-December most likely.
The daniaspeak.com website is also under reconstruction as well, but parts of it are still accessible...just not very much. I promise to have all main site & daniaspeak World links back up by Xmas there.
This site is much neglected, I know. I will try to work on active links once I decide I'm no longer on vacation. I may even drop in once in awhile if something really gets under my skin...
For now, however, vacation rules are as follows:

1. Don't bother me about the sites til December
2. See rule #1

Long Time No See

Long Time No See…

Well, Tippi has finally forgiven me for uprooting her and staging a temporary out-of-state move. Actually, THAT she could have handled - wolves are a hardy species, and Tippi adapts to just about anything…but my parents’ cadre of little yip-yip dogs and their aging, moody, behemoth yard-lion of a cat was almost too much for her.
And then, once I was able to tunnel my way back to freedom, (kidding, Mom) Tippi & I spent 2 days at home before I took off for a vacation and Tippi had to go back to my parents’ for a week by herself this time. Poor baby.

So, we’ve settled back in now & things are beginning to return to normal. It’s nice actually living & sleeping in my place. But I think Tippi actually misses the bayou and the big back yard and swimming anytime she wanted.
I’ll catch up more over the next days and weeks as time allows, but I’ve also let my “just for the fun of it” website go ignored as well, which isn’t a big deal, but I’ve also been unable to do any of my “real” work either..Haha. I’m currently redesigning the entire gotogirl consulting site.
Right now I’m just thankful that my dad is alive and well…for those who don’t know, he’s a pilot and he crashed a few months ago. I got the call about 30 minutes after the plane went down, before anyone knew what the on-ground report was going to be. I managed to get to the ER in the state where my parents live while they were still treating him and waiting for the specialists and surgeons. The last of his surgeries wasn’t finished until almost 24 hours after that first phone call I received.
So, now that my services as happily indentured daughter are no longer needed and my short respite of spas and massages and pedicures of a quick vacation is over, I suppose I really do need to do something other than glare at this backlog of stuff. Oh well, at least my nails look good.