I have a couple to things to rant about but not enough for a whole post. You know how it is. Bits and pieces of ideas, thoughts, and worries are wondering around your cranium with no place to go. Since, my cranium is a little empty right now these things are sort of bouncing uncontrollably. There is nothing worse than uncontrolled worry bounce.
First stupid rant: I was asked to be the keynote speaker at a conference in March. March 20th to be exact. This is not a problem. (Oh sure, it is the day after my 26th wedding anniversary which I won't be home for since I'll be on a plane to Indiana. JR doesn't mind. I'm not kidding about this! He really doesn't mind when I go out of town. Because, whenever I go out of town him and the boy go out for meat. Lots and Lots of meat. They look forward to it. It is a highlight for them. They make it sound like they never get meat. Liars! They had meat last night and tonight. In fact, I made them turkey jambalaya )
Sorry that is a whole other rant. Back to the speaking thingy. I'm honored to be asked to speak. Honestly, I am. The thought that a group wants me to talk at their conference is like so cool. What I can't understand is why. I'm not that interesting. Really! I'm not. This is the third librarian/archivist group that has asked me to speak at their conferences in 2009. I'm having a hard time wrapping my head around this whole thing.
Because, I am majorly neurotic I've started to stress about these speaking events. Crap! I've got a month and a half before the first one and I'm starting to make myself sick. I can see that Xanax is going to be my friend for a while; that and wine. Oh wait, wine is already my friend. When does wine become a crutch? I need to know. Truly, I do. I want to go to the line and stay there for about six months.
Second stupid rant: I have to write a bio about myself for another speaking event it 2 weeks. How do you say who you are, what you do, and why they should listen to you without sounding pompous, narcissistic, or stupid? Or all of these things at the same time. This is a question I've been asking myself for a week now.
Third stupid rant: According to the boy I made the best turkey he has EVER eaten. He is 23 years old. He has only been eating turkey for 22 years. Have I been making crappy turkeys for so long? Not according to JR but then he loves me and he knows that if he bad mouths my food I'll do 1 of 2 things. Stop cooking or stop putting out. Either one sucks for him. So his opinion is biased and can not be accepted as fact. I will post this recipe later (In time for that Christmas turkey that most people I know are obligated to conjure up). Not because the boy liked it so well but because our other guests liked it also. I'd never pass off a piss poor recipe to you all.
That is about all I've got for now. I could torture you some more but that last glass of Columbia Crest, Estate Cabernet Sauvignon is making me bit sleepy or it could be that I've had a hard week. Excuses, Excuses!