I've been holding this first one in for several weeks, but now I think I can let it all out:
Today is my last day on the morning show. Can I tell you how much I am looking forward to a normal schedule? I'm looking forward to the challenges that lie ahead with doing the 4 pm at a great station. I know there are so many great people to learn from and I'm looking forward to an opportunity to grow professionally and personally. I think eight hours of straight sleeping will be pretty chill, too.
I am really struggling with the whole The Man Pays concept of dating. I am a successful, independent woman and I don't want to come off as a freeloader, cheapskate or helpless. All my girlfriends tell me it's the way it's supposed to be. So men apparently get some kind of kick for bankrolling my happiness, whether it's at the movies, dinner or drinks? I guess I can get used to it, but I still kind of have a gag reflex thing going on. I mean, my debit card is just itching to come out at the thought of a date. What can I say? Maybe I'm destined to be a Sugar Mama.
My morning show peeps and I were talking this morning about the whole Duke Lacrosse Rape story. I know there are so many facets to this mess and still so many uncertain details, but come on. I think it's BS when they try to drag the victim's integrity and personal reputation through the mud. I don't care if a woman is a Vine Street hooker with crabs, track lines and a major jones for the crack pipe. She doesn't deserve to be raped. By the way, now you know where you can find me when I'm moonlighting...
When I go to Keeneland this weekend, I fully intend to be dressed to the nines. But with white legs. I haven't seen much suntime lately, and I am kind of opposed to the whole Tan in a Cancer Can thing. I'm really trying to stave off the wrinkles. How bad is it that photogs will be able to white balance off my gams (my apologies for the shop talk reference)?
Who's playing the Countdown to Tax Day game? I know I am. I am one of those down to the wire journalists who always makes my deadline... by the hair on my chinny chin chin. This morning I just started tackling my taxes, and already I'm regretting my procrastination. I've discovered my employer has been paying state taxes to my former state of residence. SO I guess Governor Bob Taft and his Ohio cronies will be coming after me for a bit of money. Anyway. I'm using Turbo Tax online and it seems pretty convenient. It's worth checking out if you haven't filed yet.
We're drawing closer to Good Friday. Cincinnati has a really great tradition, where for about 24 hours the faithful climb 88 steps up to the top of a hill to a beautiful old, church. Along the way they say Hail Marys and other prayers in observance of Christ's sacrifice. I'm thinking about making the trek after midnight in that gray area that some call Thursday night but others call Friday morning.
Speaking of Holy Week, I'm getting my Easter outfit in order. Is it okay to break out the white shoes? I know so many of those fashion rules have gone out the window, but I'm sure there are a few sticklers out there holding tight to the Memorial Day Edict.
Hopefully I'll be posting a little bit more frequently now that I'm not moonlighting with the vampires.
Congrats on the 4pm...
I didn't think you were supposed to wear the white shoes until after June first, but who cares? Bust em out!
I thought the rule on white shoes was definitely between Easter and Labor day only. But it's always such a fine line. Hell, the important thing is that you realize that it could be questionable - which is more than I can say for some people in these parts.
Red! Thanks for the congrats. I am thrilled to be walking among the living during daylight hours. Things are definitely a little bit crazier in my world, but I think I can take that over going to work at 1 am any day!
Red and Nat- on the white shoes thing. I think I'm gonna bust 'em out. Everyone at the track will be too drunk to notice... besides the white dress is the hot thing right now and I really want to wear mine at Keeneland Saturday!
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