Haiku of the Day

The stress of my job
Is really getting to me
Chewed through my bite guard

I've had enough

Working in the editorial arts as I do, I have a huge dictionary on my desk. Over the years, an office prankster has come in at night and opened the dictionary to a specific word (usually something along the mature lines of poop).

Sometimes the words are worse than that, but I'm a good sport, so I've just let it go.

Today, it was open to clitoridectomy. That's too far (and vaguely threatening).

WTF is wrong with people???

Great Dove Spot

What a shame that it's so necessary.

One of Beau's many talents

The latest issue of Vanity Fair arrived this week. 

Beau thought the cover needed some work. :)

A first!

When we asked her how well she dealt with others who might be offensive, a job applicant started her answer with:

"Well, I play World of Warcraft, so...."

Five years of goodness outweighs 30 years of being a drunken a-hole?

Warning: I'm about to sound like a bitch.

Today on Facebook, my ex announced to the world that he is five years sober today.

Which is great, don't get me wrong. And I know it must have been a horribly long road to sobriety for him.

Everybody chimed in, telling him how great and wonderful he is and what a pillar of society he's become.

Here's my question: (and keep in mind that I was the girlfriend who was there for the loooong trip down to rock bottom, so I saw him at [very nearly] his worst, which has colored my opinion of him forever) Does five years of being good undo nearly 30 of being a raging a-hole?

If you try to destroy yourself and everyone around you for six times the number of years you've been an angel, is that a good balance?

I guess only time will tell. If in 25 years he's still the pillar of society that folks say he is today, I guess he'll have proven me wrong.

OLE!

Beau went to Mexico last week (I got a semisober call at least once each day--that's devotion). And he brought back a sombrero that PERFECTLY fits the stuffed Jayhawk on my desk!

He also brought me a bottle of tequila with (shudder) two worms floating in it. I wonder, why two worms? It's a small bottle. Perhaps they're star-crossed and took the plunge together. Not even DEATH could tear them apart! Oh well. I'm not drinkin' it, so I can continue to stare at them and wonder about their fate.

Daisy found a sunbeam

This is the scene I found when I walked into the kitchen this morning. 

She just looks so sweet and content.

Word of the day

sesquipedalianism  \ses-kwi-PEED-l-iz-uhm\, adjective;

1. Given to using long words.
2. (Of a word) containing many syllables.

Use it three times and it's yours!

A little advice to aspiring editors

If you're gonna tell the world you're a hot-shit, error-free, grammar machine in your cover letter, maybe you should look it over once or twice for T-Y-P-O-S.

Or perhaps you really DID "purse" an advanced degree in communications.

My advice is to purse a career in a different field.