Haiku of the Day

Sifting through wardrobe
Charitable donation
Found cute summer pants!

I'm reading a book on the history of Chinese food

And now my family doesn't enjoy going out for Chinese food with me. :(

Paint-chip paralysis

I'm painting my bathroom under duress. In an attempt to refinance my house, I have an appraisal scheduled this week and a wall of my bathroom with paint damage has to be repainted. I like the color I have now (a pretty, eggshell blue--it's relaxing, and who doesn't need a little relaxation when you look in the mirror first thing in the morning?), but I'd like to go a little darker.

I have a bazillion paint chips on my desk. They all have great names. 

• French Court
• Windsurf
• Twilight
• Blue Suede
• Faded Denim

After awhile, they all look the same. It's all just blue, and I can't even see it anymore. And time is of the essence. I need to make a decision and get the stuff on the walls tomorrow.

So I grabbed my favorite chip and a chip that most closely resembles the paint I have now and approached Beau.

The first thing I said was "We can agree that this is the color on my bathroom walls now, right?"

I got a blank look. "I don't know."

Doesn't know? He's been coming to my house for years. My bathroom has always been that color. Doesn't know?!?

He spied the bewildered look in my eye and quickly changed his answer to "Sure."

Then I asked if paint-chip number two would be a good accent color.

"Um, yeah."

I walked away. He's pretty much the only other person who sees that bathroom anyway; if I'm happy with it, the world will continue to turn. :)

Chuckleworthy

I got these green Keds wedges at a really good price awhile back (and for those of you who don't know, wedges are the slippers of heeled shoes--very comfortable).

They're so cheerful, I smile when I wear them.

Last time I wore them, I got a BIG smile out of what one of my coworkers said about them: I WOULD WEAR THE SHIT OUT OF THOSE SHOES!

It's my new favorite exclamation.

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.