Platitude Paradise

Happy bloggy-birfday to meee .... and the inception of Danica Dragonfly Today marks my three hundred and sixty fifth day as a blogger. Yay!

Hello Bleeps! It is time, once more to enter the world of What I Meant to Say with Chiefy. I have been negligent in my MeMe participation of late and this is one of my faviest favs. Without further ado ... Set up: Yesterday was a tough day. I was torn three new assholes (coz I needed more of those around).  Let me clear something up right here - I do not get told off by clients ... know why?? Because I do good work. Even people that I can not help aren't usually angry because they know in their hearts that I exhausted every possible avenue I could find before saying I couldn't do what they wanted.  This job sucks the marrow out of me lately and I am so sick to death of the myriad "BS" through which I must sift daily ... weekly ... monthly ... annually that I sometimes feel like over dosing on  "Benefibre" and shitting myself to death (which I may or may not choose to do at Chiefs after her post today). Even still, I do my best to be the best darned pu

Please accept .... MAH ah-pologeeee. I was asked ... ever so nicely, by one of my faviest bloggy bleeps to remove my word verification ... and like the pliable little doobie I like to present myself as ... I obliged. Then ... it happened. 12 ... that is TWELVE spam messages attacked one of my posts. ATTACKED! I SAID!! So, it's back on ... the fight against spam... and the word verification. I hope this does not deter any bloggy comments, but if it does - it is what I must do to protect my otherwise unguarded borders. I guess with me, the spam-itos of the interwebs find my particular brand of blogginess to be sweet smelling and tasty. Not unlike the blood sucking critters that over run my yard every summer ... oh  ... wait ... mosquitoes are attracted to smelly stuff ... HEY!! Are they saying my stuff STINKS? *Throws down keyboard and stomps away*

K! I'm gonna have a pity party. Anyone who is uncomfortable with that best pass on by this post. I'll wait while you make your loud ass departure. *plays jeopardy theme* Eyvi? What the fuck are you trying to do to me? I know you are busy and I know you are all hopped up on your new job pheromones and all single parent-y with Mr. Sprite being away ... but DAMN WOMAN!!! You PROMISED you'd stay in touch. I do not make friends easily ... I am socially stunted - REMEMBER? I need constant coddling and reminders that I am at least modestly tolerable to be in the physical presence of ... HI!!! Re-FUCKING-meber me?? You can't do this to me ... you just can't. This, from the spy cam strategically mounted under my desk ...  I am fragile ... for all my crusty exterior... If possibly a little nutty... You left me alone here to tough it out with Narci ol' boy and my esteemed co worker, And now SHE'S had a job interview that went REALLY well and is fully expec

So last night, my hubs was attempting to be a good li'l doobie and was cleaning out the degu cage. You remember my degus, yes? The little divas that they are ... They are of the rodent persuasion. Yeah ... he had taken the top 'cage part' off the base and sat it down on the kitchen floor. This enabled him to clean the bottom without letting the little darlings out. All was working out well ... see normally, the 'ladies' get some time to run around free in what is now referred to as "the degu room" - it is one of the unused bedrooms upstairs. That was until one of them got hurt and since then, they have not been out. A situation, it would seem, with which they have taken umbrage. All was going as planned and the cage bottom was upside down in the kitchen sink - air drying ... when bedtime reared its ugly head. The girls needed to be put to bed and, in a hurry to do so, hubs neglected to put the bottom back on the cage. Something I'm certain he thoug

So ... I have been nominated for another blog award - Thanks, Spot ... (Did that sound sarcastic ... it really wasn't supposed to ... it was meant sincerely ... it was ... I mean it) The Rules Are: 1. Thank the person giving you the award. Check 2. Post a link to their blog. Check 3. Post the award on your blog. Check 4. Post 7 tidbits you're readers don't know. Check 5. Hand it out to ten other bloggers. Check 6. Post links to their blogs. Check 7. Post a link letting those bloggers know. Screw that ... if you want your award ... you gotta come and get it, sunshine . So - I have done this a few times already, and anybody who has read this for any amount of time likely already knows most of the sordid details ... but I'll try. 1. I am slightly OCD. Like ... when I hang clothes on the line, they must run from largest to smallest or vice/versa ... or my head spins around. OR when there is paper towel on the roll with a ragged end not torn off properly, I