All right. Today, I am going to start by doing something I rarely do: I am going to pat myself on the back. I have a difficult time congratulating myself when I do something good, so I have decided to do that now. Here. In the first paragraph of this entry. I have two things to share. Gulp.
#1 (OK, this is the second paragraph. I lied. Deal). My mom’s magnum opus went through the process at a very fast-pace and is now accepted to be published. Why am I patting myself on the back for this? Because I worked my ass off on it, and that shit looked good. I had an interactive (or whatever it’s called) table of contents (if I updated the chapters, I could automatically update the TOC, too) and everything. I mean, damn. That was some of my best editing work ever. I really hit the ball out of the park with this one. Yes, a second round of edits is coming up, and yes, I made a few mistakes, but overall, I did a kick-ass job. Pat, pat, pat.
#2. In the last three weeks, I have lost an inch-and-a-half around my waist, which translates to 7.5 pounds. This is exactly how much I lose each week whenever I start losing weight. I had forgotten how…not easy…steady the loss is in the beginning. I won’t say easy because it’s been damn hard work. Still. It’s been a nice little boost to pull out the tape-measure (I don’t do scales) and see the steady loss.
Now that that is out of the way, I would like to say that once I am done with my mother’s magnum opus and a couple other things I am doing for her right now (including booking her flight to Colorado because apparently the interwebs is too tough for her, and no, Mom, I do not want to go with you to your conference), we will be setting some very clear delineations between what is my job and what isn’t. When we started working on her magnum opus, we just said I would edit the thing. That was it. Oh, it also included re-typing her thesis because that was lost in the Great Hard Drive Crash of Aught…Something. We only had hard copies, so re-type it I would. That was part of the deal, and it was only seventy-some pages, so whatever.
So. I have briefly blogged about a comment over at BJ that was directed at me by a commenter (woman, I think. Ed. note: I think it’s a man now. Which makes more sense as men, in general, have a more aggressive style of commenting) who was angry that I would dare mention my race and/or gender when discussing an issue. Now, the issue was a paternalistic pat-on-the-head blog entry from a male to Sarah Palin, concern-trolling about her delicate woman parts and how she just can’t defend herself against her mean critics. This blogger was an enthusiastic Hillary Clinton supporter, and I don’t think he’s over it yet.
Subtitled: I’m taking my next vacation in Iowa.
Ok. I tried to be above the fray that is the teabaggin’ parties, but I cannot. Why? First of all, I want my tea back! Tea is a wonderful beverage that warms you up on a cold, MN winter night (sniff, bye winter), and it is unfairly being usurped by the right to further their inchoate cause.