"Sleeping Bootie"

"Try doing something.
Actions count…not words!"

-as heard while watching the 2011 film
SHAME

Twenty-five years ago today

February 3, 1987
Tuesday

Money.  If only I had a money tree that would sprout cash at springtime in my backyard. I'd like a tree like that…one that would never stop growing.

I think I shall have a cup of coffee so I will be hyper, energetic and enthusiastic during my meeting with Steve Flanders. He's a chubby fellow with glasses. He'll be easy to manage.

Flanders showed up on schedule and was 'pretty much' a nice guy during our payment arrangement negotiations.
Steve Flanders mentioned, "You know, I have a friend named Michael Amadeo."
"Oh…that almost sounds like my name."
"Yes," Steve continued, "I'd like to invite you to dinner. I think you'll like him."
"Okay, that sounds good," I replied, thinking and wondering what he meant 'exactly' by those words.
Steve made an offer to settle the delinquent yellow-page advertising by paying half of the $77,000.
I told him I'd present that to the 'powers that be' and I would let him know. I didn't even have to ask my manager, considering the way we handle these matters.
I left a message on his answering machine: "There's no way that your offer can be done. So we'll have to work out a payment plan tomorrow."

Sandy Maggiori took the Directory Sales Assessment test and passed. She may take on a job in Santa Clara in Telephone Sales. Yes, I am jealous.

Carla is going to Rio de Janeiro while I am in Hawaii. Her rich friend that lives in Los Angeles said he'd take her anywhere. Give me a break! Oh well…I will have just as much fun on the island of Oahu.

John and Ashley came over and I taped "Sleeping Bootie". That's how Ashley says the title of "Sleeping Beauty". I just LOVE the cute things little kids say. Both John and Ashley signed my House Book.
John wrote: 'When are you getting' married? Are you going to have kids at forty?"
I ask myself, "Who knows?"
Then I wonder silently, "Maybe I won't marry at all. Maybe I won't have kids. Time will tell."

I went to the gym and Mark and Dave rapped with me a bit. Stuart came in late.
Stuart said, "Hey Mike, I'm running a run on the Sunday of the three-day upcoming weekend. And I may go skiing at the end of this month, so I'll let you know."
He's a nice chap. He remembered how I wanted to go skiing with him.

Bob Guild finally telephoned me. I returned his call.
Bob said, "My mom is bed ridden and dying in Boston."
He's got hang-ups that I can't deal with right now.

I decided to give Margaret Lai a phone call to reschedule our lunch date to Friday. Dex (her ex and father of Lance) is back in town and is dating a new lady that has two kids. Margaret was crying over Dex as I became bored listening to her troubles.

I telephoned Eileen in hopes of a more pleasant phone call. I love her. We may go on a double-date this Friday with Katrina (Yuck) and some guy named Patrick. The alternative plan is that she may just come to Alameda to visit. I like that plan better. We shall see. She is going skiing over the three-day Valentine's Washington weekend with the Hillsborough family; whereby, I think I will persuade Mark on a drive to Los Angeles. It would be fun. We could visit Annabelle Montero in Downey, CA and/or just plain 'hang-out'.

Wednesday (tomorrow) will be an awkward day as only Freddie and I will be in the Account Collection Office. It will be a laid back day. Steve, Rhoda, Lily and Vivian will be training in Oakland. Yeah…I love laid back days like that.

Break up goals into small, manageable units. If entertaining is your problem, don't begin with a cocktail party. One person for lunch is just fine to start. If you can never take a vacation because no place seems perfect enough, go away for a weekend that is meant to be just that---a weekend, not the high point of your life.
-Suzanne McNear and David D Burns, M.D.