I wrote an entry on Friday, I really did… When I pressed the ‘publish’ button, my browser timed out and the message was lost in the never never land of cyber space. So I’m not as much as a slacker as it may appear…
The big event last week (that I wrote a very long, thoughtful entry about and it is now GONE) was that I gave a presentation to the Board of Directors for my organization. This was a pretty big deal, as our BOD are very influential and high ranking in Reno business and politics, plus all of our top execs were there, including the CEO and VPs.
The presentation itself went really well. However, the night before wasn’t as smooth. I was so worried about the presentation that I woke up at 1 am rehearsing it in my head. At about 2 am, I thought of some statistics I wanted to add, and at 2:30 am, I sat on the couch with my notebook booted up as I made the final tweaks. Needless to say, by 12 pm, the presentation was over, and I had hit a brick wall.
There was a reporter from our local newspaper at the Board meeting, and he wants to interview me this week… Even wants my picture (ugh). Our Board meetings are broadcast on community cable, and one of my coworkers said that a friend of his who is a high school teacher saw me speak and wants me to come speak to his class. Wow, word travels fast, eh?!
On another note, it has been decided (mostly by [The Man Now Known as The Ex]) that we are moving. We’ll be moving into a two story, two bedroom, two and a half bath, two car garage home (perfect for two!). It’s only about 5 miles from where we currently live, but the mess of moving has begun. The boxes are out. God, I hate moving!!! Since leaving my parents’ house at the tender age of 17 (I turned 18 one week later), I have moved eight times. This will be my ninth. [The Man Now Known as The Ex] has moved twice. When he moved to Reno, he brought everything he owned in his Cavalier. When I moved to Reno, my stuff came in a semi-truck, and took 6 grown men 5 hours to unload everything into the condo. According to [The Man Now Known as The Ex], moving ‘isn’t a big deal’. According to me, he’s going to learn a lot over the next few weeks about Lynnette’s definition of moving.
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