Army of Mom

So this is how liberty dies ... with thunderous applause.


One down, one to go

I survived our first day of the international media event. My muscles are sore and I'm a little bit hung over, but I did it.

Friday, I spent the the first part of the afternoon escorting the maintenance guys in and helping unload and set up tables and chairs for our expert panels. Then, I had to escort the caterers to set up their tables, etc. My upper back is very sore and I didn't do near as much as those guys. I bet they're hurting this morning.

Then, my team of folks - here's the hierarchy: head honcho, asst head honcho, minion- (I'm the minion) had to come back and change quickly for a cocktail party for the journalists. It was a lot of fun. But, hell, chocolate creme brule (I know it isn't spelled right, sorry), Mexican pulled pork and coffee encrusted steak (didn't like that one) ... and three Cape Cods will put you in a downright good mood. Plus, I had a chef flirting with me. That was nice. I learned how to salsa dance from some hot Salsa dance team. A few of us women went out there for the lesson and then the high school boys and one male journalist came out, too. The boys were from the Booker T. Washington Jazz Band. They're the only Latino-salsa high school band in the country. They were AWESOME. These kids are so talented. Washington is a Dallas performing arts high school where Norah Jones and Eryka Badu and the Spin Doctors all attended. I think some big time actors went there, as well. So, it turns out great performers. Some 16-year-old was leading me on the dance floor. That was fun, too.

Here is me and the asst. head honcho at the event:

I am back to the media event for the day. I had a few minutes while waiting to escort the caterers over. Wish me luck. Two Alleve later and my head is STILL pounding.


  • At 7:10 AM, May 01, 2005, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    This is off the subject, and it did not originate with me, but you are the only person I "know" in Texas.

    Something to make you laugh...

    On a transatlantic flight, a plane passes through a severe storm.
    The turbulence is awful, and things go from bad to worse when one wing is struck by lightning.
    One woman in particular loses it.

    Screaming, she stands up in the front of the plane. "I'm too young to die," she wails.
    Then she yells, "Well, if I'm going to die, I want my last minutes on earth to be memorable!

    Is there anyone on this plane who can make me feel like a WOMAN?"

    For a moment there is silence. Everyone has forgotten their own peril.

    They all stare, riveted, at the desperate woman in the front of the plane.

    Then a man from Texas stands up in the rear of the plane.
    He is handsome: tall, well built, with dark brown hair and hazel eyes.
    He starts to walk slowly up the aisle, unbuttoning his shirt
    ......One button at a time. ........No one moves.
    ......He removes his shirt. .......Muscles ripple across his chest.
    ........She gasps...

    .......He whispers,
    ......"Iron this - and then get me a beer."

  • At 12:39 AM, May 02, 2005, Blogger cashin said…

    That joke is awesome. You're looking good AoM! hope you're having fun at this whole shindig.

  • At 1:54 PM, May 02, 2005, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    There was a great write up in the DMN about the event.

  • At 3:03 PM, May 02, 2005, Blogger Army of Mom said…

    Alli - it was hard work, but it was fun *most of the time*.

    MrsDof- that was laugh out loud funny. I shared it with my mom and she howled. Not literally, but figuratively.

    Cashin - *blushing* Thanks. You DO know which one is ME, right? ;)I try. Now, if you could have seen my butt in those pants, you'd REALLY be impressed. My ass looks sooooo good in those pants. I'll have to take a picture and post it. My new title - Cashin's MILF. ;) You can blogroll me that way if you'd like. Ha.

    Kat - we got some great coverage and hopefully will continue to do so. The event was great. I am going to blog about Saturday's stuff tonight. It was just too much and not enough time to do it in.


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