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April 2007

April 29, 2007

Crashing back down to earth

Two weeks ago, I was at a beautiful Southwest resort, mingling among leaders in my industry, enjoying cocktails and fine meals. A member of the staff was on hand to refresh the beverages and cheese tray in the conference room. Each evening at 5:00, microbrews and wine were available in the lobby for sampling. I slept on soft down pillows, awkakened by a call from the front desk reading me my horoscope.

Today, I am arbitrating yet another fight about whether to watch Happy Feet or Spongebob. My instant coffee has gotten cold as I try to juggle the coincidental activities of signing for the grocery delivery, putting the dog into the backyard, ushering The Younger Son onto the potty, and changing the laundry.

April 23, 2007

Hi pot, I'm kettle

The day before I left for my meeting, I stopped into Natalie's office to touch base. Shel was there, as was a co-worker from another department. I wanted to see both Natalie and Shel so I could verify whether either of them needed anything from me before I left for five days, so I took advantage of both of them being present. But, as is altogether too common of an experience, I came into a conversation mid-cycle and got blindsided.

As she saw me approach, Shel raised her voice so I could hear her say, "Dana will freak when she hears that!" It was a joke, of course, said because I was approaching, not because the conversation merited.

Somehow, the subject had turned to the boys. Shel likes the boys, Dan in particular. Maybe not the way I like Casey, but to the casual observer, her behavior toward the gang and mine are pretty much the same.

"You know, we were talking at lunch about how Dana has a special thing for somebody," Shel teased.

"What's that supposed to mean?" our co-worker inquried.

"Everyone in the marketing department has noticed that Dana pays more attention to Casey than anyone else, that she treats him differently!" Shel explained, turning to me. "Isaac even said that you don't flirt with anybody else."

"No," I countered, "Isaac said I didn't flirt with anyone at all. Which made both Casey and Dan wonder who he's has been observing all this time."

"Well, we've all seen it. Nobody's upset by it," Shel continued, seeing my confused look, "but we all know that you act totally different with him, right Natalie?"

"Hmmm, no, I haven't seen Dana act any differently toward Casey than she does toward anyone else." Natalie replied.

Shel backpedaled. Madly. But the damage was done. And the conversation turned...slightly tense.

"How come it's OK for you to flirt with Dan, but I can't flirt with Casey?" I asked, not in an accusing manner, just an inquiring one.

"I don't flirt with Dan!" she protested. "We talk about his girlfriend, and the baby and and the restaurant near his house and stuff! We don't flirt!"

"I talk to Casey about my husband, and his wife, and work stuff, and sports. What's the difference?" I asked innocently.

Shel didn't have an answer. Natalie had one later, though. The difference is clear. Shel and I both flirt with the boys, and she even does so more than I do (dropping mentions of when she's going to lunch with "the boys" and such). The difference is, only one of us rock the Hot Wife t-shirt and it's not the one who raised the accusation in the first place.

April 11, 2007

Torture...

Casey was in today. When I stopped into the office, he and Dan were just regrouping from their earlier meetings with one of our biggest clients(and Casey was, as always, eating).

Casey looked good. Today called for a crisp, white dress shirt and tie. Between the accentuated broad shoulders, and the twinkle in his eyes when I teased him about how he could be bribed with homemade cookies, it was hard to concentrate.

Sweet mother of Jesus, that man is hard to resist sometimes.

April 04, 2007

Whatever gets you through the day

I just walked into a friend's office, and frantically requested a favor.

"Even if it's totally insincere, I need you to say something to me that will make me smile and feel better about myself," I pleaded.

He stopped what he was doing, turned to face me and said, "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on."

And he paused.

"And do you know what the best thing is?" he inquired. "I didn't even have to lie."

And he let me vent about my idiot bosses and my crazy kids and the crappy weather.

"Some days," I concluded, "are rotten enough that even lacy embroidered underwear and thigh-high stockings don't lift you up enough." And I turned to leave.

"Wait a minute!" he called after me. "You're just going to walk away and leave me with that mental image?!"

"Damned right I am," I smirked, "because that makes me smile."

April 02, 2007

Phew!

Well, my marriage is back to the land of the living, but I am still treading very lightly on monetary issues. Thankfully, the taxes have been filed for this year with no surprises in store, and I have managed to remain quite the penny-pincher when it comes to household expenses.