send ice melt and a case of '04 Tempranillo

My mom has called me every Saturday night for the past three weeks. Does this mean I'm officially a "ma'am" as the 15-year-old clerks at the grocery store keep implying? What's with the Saturday nights? I could have a life and be somewhere. Sometimes I am. Really. Alright, so the most exciting thing to happen lately is purchasing a 15-wattthingamajig dustbuster at BBB. With my 20% off coupon. That doesn't mean I'm a ma'am. Damnit.

My ughe project for the chamber is over. What was supposed to take two weeks was cut down to three days because the printer pushed up the deadline. (Word on the street is that someone didn't shower for a few - ehh, maybe more - days, that week. Word is also on the street that someone did in fact change her underoos, but she just can't remember how often. Word is, that some details just don't need to be shared with the world. Yet I still share.)

While I'm one for getting things done right and the way the client wants them (you wouldn't know by lack of the use of spell check on this blog and the unbelievably long run on sentences) a few of the proofs got to me. It's is not the same as its. There is a difference, my lurkers. Trust me on this, my $80K journalism degree wasn't a complete waste time. The last proof just walked out my door and a press check is coming forthwidth, forthwit? forthwith? I love press checks but I can't remember the last time I worked on a project big enough or fancy enough to warrant one. Hopefully I'll remember what to do and not act like a bug-eyed tourist in front of the pre-press guys.

In return for my chamber project I get tons of advertising exposure at their big event next week. Back to work I go on marketing lit and free (not to me) swag to hand out. I've also got to create some banner ads, come up with something to hand out a monthly lunches, and other stuff which slips my mind right now. Lots of stuff slips my mind right now. Lots of stuff has been slipping my mind lately. And it's not the wine. My one and only NY res was to stop drinking on school nights. So far I've slipped onc-, no twice.

Our front porch is a glacier because one Mr Daphne did not take the leaf guards off the gutters when I asked. There are few things I ask the Mr to do: 1. take out the trash, 2. kill bugs/rodents, 3. lift heavy things. Why is "remove leaf guards" one request too many? The iceberg hanging over our front steps drip-drip-drips all day and then freezes at night. So I embarked on a city-wide search for ice melt when the other 2,000,000 residents were doing the same. Turns out all the ice melt in the state of Colorado is at one Home Depot location. I guess that's as far as the delivery truck driver got before he said, "eff this, I'm going to Mexico!"

Speaking of Mexico. My #1 triathlon of the year will be on 5 mayo in Mexico. My evil plan has us going in a few days early and leaving a few days after. We're not quite sure how we'll pay for this, but you can bet my blinding white hiney that if there's a business expense anywhere, we'll find it.






I think I'm having a mid-life crisis. Or maybe it's the no wine on school nights. Or the reach-into-bad-grade-school-memories-arithmetic I'm studying for the GMAT. It's hard to tell. But something ain't right, readers. Something ain't right.

I realized that I've never put Ms. Paddi O'Fatty on my company website. What's more, I've never taken Samantha "down." I really don't want to and since I'm the boss of me, I'm not going to. Rockafeller and Samantha are listed as the board of directors. Paddi's got to fit in there somewhere. Court jester? I'm holding a naming competition for Samantha's new title, seeing as she is, you know, deceased and all.

So if there are any more lurkers and/or readers left out there, I'm taking suggestions.