I want to thank Alison at AliThinks for posting the link to this on her blog. I'm not normally one to build a blog entry about someone else's blog entry (it always feels like an excuse for not coming up wth my own material), but I have a few friends and relatives who insist on clogging up my email with messages that violate multiple rules and it's striking a nerve today.
(Don't worry; none of them read my blog...at least I don't think they do. But if you're reading this and in the last 60 days, you've emailed me religious foo-foo crap or passed along a right-wing hoax email about how Barack Obama is going to carry us all to hell in a handbasket because he didn't put his hand over his heart during the National Anthem...well then this is directed at YOU. Seriously.)
Seth Godin's 36 rules about email.
Read it. Live it.
In other news, it's looking to be another 90-something degree day here. Goins, but I'm already sick of the heat.
Actually, what I'm sick of is manufactured air. I feel a particular disdain for air conditioning, even while I find myself bound to it, because I live with other people and assorted creatures who are heat-intolerant. They do not believe their personal comfort should take second place to my hatred of the blowing cold air.
Me? I'll take a nice grass hut, thanks. And maybe another Maitai. Thanks, ducks.
Well, so long as I'm being random, I'm back at work after a three-day weekend as a single mom. Mr. Bean is off on his annual He-Man-Woman-Hater's Fishing Trip. Also known as "Mom's excuse to goof off with the kid for a few days." It was a great few days. OK, I didn't goof off the entire time. In fact, the Bug and her best friend spent pretty much every waking moment in the $20 kiddie pool I put up in the back yard and they largely ignored me. So I cleaned and re-painted the back porch yesterday and the three of us had dinner out there last night. It was productive and relaxing and peaceful. Yay!
Hope you all have a great week. I'm off to Philadelphia for a conference and hopefully a meet-up with a few friends from that place I used to hang out. (The reason I don't get to hang out there much anymore is the subject of an upcoming post. ) Hopefully, I'll have some fun stories to tell when I get back.
P.S.: This is my 100th post. I'm not sure if that's notable or not, but I'm noting it. ;)
Oh, and "bifurcated uvula"