mothers on the verge

This week was a lesson in humiliation. I now know never to underestimate the desire some people have to gain the political upper hand, even if it means making a patsy of someone who has worked their butt off for them for over two years. Yup, that patsy was me. I won't go into too much detail, suffice it to say that I delivered a blinding presentation at a conference last week and was then promptly savaged by an unhappy (and highly influential) meanie in the audience. The Turncoat just sat there, pretending that he had nothing to do with it, despite having approved all the content and complimenting me on it the day before. Worse still, he then continued this pretence throughout the remainder of the conference, directing snide comments at me during meetings and avoiding being seen with me during the networking sessions. And after this unpleasant event, did The Turncoat try to make amends? Did he buggery. What he did was turn to me and say, "Well, you didn't handle that very...

I am completely caught up in two cable shows right now: HBO's John Adams and Showtime's The Tudors . An American/England match-up, well played, I think, for our happy little blog. Both are fantastic in very different ways. Given the repulsive rabid nature of our current election, the John Adams series is at least reminding me why I actually do feel proud to call this country home. (Yes, I know these are actors.) And then The Tudors is like a twinkie you just know you shouldn't eat. All Harlequin romance and revenge. Mmm! Fun! My favorite part of The Tudors was a little preview for this week's episode: plotters against Anne Boleyn. In the show she seems pretty damn wicked. (While in reality, I feel slightly bad for her -- she was BEHEADED after all. For BORING HER HUSBAND.) But to speak against her meant sure suicide to her detractors. So they remind themselves to sit and wait. For a moment ripe where the mood against her shifts. I loved this. Reminded me how to deal wi...