Saturday, March 10, 2012

Dorothy continued, plus events

Time for an update. First and foremost, Dorothy is recovering! Just DAYS after her surgery, she was back in our offices. She moved more slowly, and her speech was badly damaged, but … she’s taking speech therapy, and a month after her stroke, she’s making great progress.

I’m starting to think that if we ever took a direct nuclear hit, Dorothy would be the sole survivor, slowly wading through the rubble looking for someone to ask whether it looked like it was going to snow …… nuclear ash.

In other news, I will be busier than a one-legged man in an ass-kicking contest for the next month (to quote my Dear Ol’ Dad), working double time to meet some upcoming deadlines. I was just charged with creating a two-hour training webinar in two weeks; while I’m perfectly happy developing the content, I can’t help but imagine future trainees listening to the thing thinking, “Damn, this woman sounds twelve years old.” Thankfully, the archive will be password – protected and well-hidden from the general public.

This Tuesday night (March 13) at 6 p.m. I'll be a guest speaker at the UW-Oshkosh Women's Center (800 Algoma Blvd, corner of Irving and Elmwood), part of their "Crucial Conversations: Women & Leadership in the 21st Century" series. I'm meeting a friend for a drink beforehand to celebrate her recent book deal, so my presentation could be more interesting than usual.

In truth, I will be drinking something non-alcoholic. Because once in awhile, I make the responsible decision so I don’t make a fool of myself. I do that enough already without help from alcohol.

Friday I’m blogging at the Girlfriends’ Book Club, so check it out. It’ll be something about writing & politics or Facebook-related FOMO. And no, it doesn’t stand for “Freak Out, My Onion!” Anyway, if you're free in the Oshkosh area Tuesday night and have a vagina, entered the world through one, or love someone who has one, please come to my talk. Empty rooms make me sweaty and sad. Also, if you want to learn what FOMO really stands for, you know where to find me on Friday.