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Michael Jackson
06.27.09 (9:16 am)   [edit]

Okay, I get that Michael Jackson's death was unexpected. He had three kids - so of course that is horrible for them. Yes, he was an amazing musician that significantly influenced a generation and impacted the industry.

But he also was a child molester. He shouldn't be heralded as some sort of innocent artist. If you can seriously believe that serving 'Jesus Juice' to young boys, sleeping in bed with them, luring them in was all a Peter Pan-like syndrome, you are an idiot.

And this 24hr constant news coverage - MTV - I get. But CNN? Fox? STILL? There's a lot more important things going on that can potentially impact ALL of us a lot more. North Korea + mad man + nukes. Trade Caps. Socialized health care.

Barf.

 
Diva + Worlds Worst Kisser
06.27.09 (9:08 am)   [edit]
I had lunch with "Worlds Worst Kisser" yesterday. He's signing up as a client. Am I going to regret it?

Oh my.... He looks most heinous. His boobs are bigger than mine.
 
Diva Tries To Help
06.27.09 (9:06 am)   [edit]
Busy bee...

Meetings at 7am and not getting home until almost 11pm. Work work work. Weekends are a mish-mash of work, cleaning house, trying to do some yard work (hip doesn't let me do much), and trying to get some chill time in.

I 'hired' a friend who is out of work $100 to mow my yard, edge, put down some fertilizer, spray weeds. He did an uber-crappy job on the mowing. Said he'd come back to do the rest. He broke my hoe, dumped grass clippings instead of putting them in trash cans I set out. (And he TOOK my edger without asking.) So I ended up doing the rest of work myself (except edging since he has it!)

You try to do something nice for someone...

He wanted to come over to 'finish it' when I was home this weekend - translation he's hoping for a hook-up. (No chance in heck.)
 
Diva is Depressed
06.20.09 (7:58 am)   [edit]
The really cute orthopaedist is married. sigh. Surgery scheduled for July 17. I will have 'months' of 'extensive rehab'. Fun fun. I should be at 100% in 8 months. Dr. says NO driving for 2 weeks. NO heels for at least 2 months. So I went to Target and bought 6 pairs of ballet flats. I think I will wear stilettos to surgery. Anyone a size 8 that wears flats - you're welcome to them when I'm cleared for heels again. But I would really like to burn them in a magnificent bonfire. Have a lot to do ahead of time. Like get my air conditioning fixed. High today 98. I keep forgetting to call for someone or I'm just not going to be around. Off to see a customer Yes, it's Saturday.
 
Diva is Alive
06.11.09 (10:30 pm)   [edit]

Sitting on sofa. Laptop on lap. Velvet is all over me purring wanting to love while I try to type. She makes me feel guilty. A) I am alive.

B) I am working ridiculous hours. I am fortunate that there are more people wanting to meet with me than times I can schedule. It's a great place to be.

C) I need to close as much biz as possible right now because... going back under the knife.

Yep. Seen three specialists. I have a 'labral tear' in my hip. I thought the doc said I had a 'labial tear'. I looked at him dumbfounded for a second - thinking I only WISH I had had some action 'down there' that would lead to needing repair work! Bottom line is, I have to have arthroscopic surgery. He says it's not a big deal. But I will not be able to drive for TWO weeks and I will have 'months of rehab'. This doc is 'the hip doc' (body part-wise, but he is UBER cute!) I went home and read up on things - all that I'm reading make the recovery process very prolonged and painful. I'm in daily pain already. Part of me wants to get it done asap so I can get healthy.

The other part has concerns about work - telling my boss I'll need to work from home for two weeks... He's going to LOVE that.

And I have a feeling heels are going to be... out of the picture for a while. Oh my.

I've been asked to speak tomorrow at a medical seminar about Internet marketing. I'm honored. Excited about it. And then I'm indulging myself with some sand.

 

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