February 25, 2008 | Filed under: Boys Are Dumb

This really isn’t what I wanted to write about today. First off, there are so many other things to get you caught up on, like why I neglect this place like an unwanted alley cat.  Second, I wanted to tell you about how, three years ago today, I met someone wonderful and, despite all the bumps along the road (and boy howdy, were there some potholes the size of Texas in that particular road), we were, amazingly, still talking, still seeing each other, still holding hands.  But this is the most newsiest news I’ve got, so those other things are going to take a backseat for the moment.

After three years of self-imposed patience, forced openness, and constant understanding, the unceasing support I provided, not to mention the overlooking of current and past sins — oh, so much overlooking — the mental begging, pleading, wheedling, cajoling, and willing myself to just hang in there, it’s worth it – we’re done talking.

The details aren’t important. I asked the hard questions. He talked. I listened. I left. As a parting shot before I left I quoted a line he’s used on me a number of times – a line I hate with a white-hot fury – because when somebody stabs me in the gut with a knife, I am, in fact, self-righteous enough to grab the handle myself and give it a hard twist clockwise 90 degrees.  Feels good, doesn’t it?

Then I left, in a manner not unlike what he claims is the best closing scene to a movie ever.

It’s not so bad, really. I’ve had worse. But the rendering meaningless of three years of my life isn’t likely to sit well with me. So, if you’re into this sort of thing, would you mind praying for a little healing for me? My liver’s gonna need it.

February 4, 2008 | Filed under: Because They Pay Me, Good Things Come to Those Who Are Impatient Whiners, The Fam

Flower update — Saturday: nada.

Today:

From one of my new co-workers.

And from my family.

(Clickety click to enjoy the cameraphone technology in a larger format.)

Not only am I running out of desk space here, I’m worried that I may have used up my entire Flower Receiving Quota for 2008, all in one day. That would not be good.