Internal Communications: HR rep
Our location will be hosting a visit from the executive leadership team next Wednesday.
This is a great opportunity for our location to showcase our talent and facilities.  The team will be touring the facility and viewing demos from various departments.
The Dress Code on Wednesday 7/30 will be “business casual”.  Ties and coats are not required.   However,  please do not wear jeans, shorts, capris or athletic shoes.  Please also use this as an opportunity to organize your workspace and generally tidy things up.  THEY MUST NOT REALIZE WE ALLOW YOU TO SHOW UP LOOKING LIKE YOU ARE UNEMPLOYED LIVING IN YOUR PARENTS BASEMENT! 

Internal Communications: HR rep

Our location will be hosting a visit from the executive leadership team next Wednesday.

This is a great opportunity for our location to showcase our talent and facilities.  The team will be touring the facility and viewing demos from various departments.

The Dress Code on Wednesday 7/30 will be “business casual”.  Ties and coats are not required.   However,  please do not wear jeans, shorts, capris or athletic shoes.  Please also use this as an opportunity to organize your workspace and generally tidy things up.  THEY MUST NOT REALIZE WE ALLOW YOU TO SHOW UP LOOKING LIKE YOU ARE UNEMPLOYED LIVING IN YOUR PARENTS BASEMENT! 

(via bettydraperlookingpissed)

turquoisecastle:

from the owl and the pussycat by edward lear, with illustrations by barbara cooney (little brown & co., 1961), via doe-c-doe

rhamphotheca:

THE OWL AND THE PUSSYCAT  
I
The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea    
In a beautiful pea-green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,    
Wrapped up in a five-pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,    
And sang to a small guitar,
"O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love,    
What a beautiful Pussy you are,          
You are,          
You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!”  
II
Pussy said to the Owl, “You elegant fowl!    
How charmingly sweet you sing!
O let us be married! too long we have tarried:    
But what shall we do for a ring?”
They sailed away, for a year and a day,    
To the land where the Bong-Tree grows
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood    
With a ring at the end of his nose,              
His nose,              
His nose,    
With a ring at the end of his nose.  
III
"Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling    
Your ring?” Said the Piggy, “I will.”
So they took it away, and were married next day    
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,    
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;    
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,    
They danced by the light of the moon,              
The moon,            
 The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.  
- Edward Lear

rhamphotheca:

THE OWL AND THE PUSSYCAT  

I

The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea    

In a beautiful pea-green boat,

They took some honey, and plenty of money,    

Wrapped up in a five-pound note.

The Owl looked up to the stars above,    

And sang to a small guitar,

"O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love,    

What a beautiful Pussy you are,          

You are,          

You are!

What a beautiful Pussy you are!”  

II

Pussy said to the Owl, “You elegant fowl!    

How charmingly sweet you sing!

O let us be married! too long we have tarried:    

But what shall we do for a ring?”

They sailed away, for a year and a day,    

To the land where the Bong-Tree grows

And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood    

With a ring at the end of his nose,              

His nose,              

His nose,    

With a ring at the end of his nose.  

III

"Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling    

Your ring?” Said the Piggy, “I will.”

So they took it away, and were married next day    

By the Turkey who lives on the hill.

They dined on mince, and slices of quince,    

Which they ate with a runcible spoon;    

And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,    

They danced by the light of the moon,              

The moon,            

 The moon,

They danced by the light of the moon.  

- Edward Lear

notyourlife:

Trendy Restaurant Menu

moules frites that spent a semester in thailand, tho.

California dreamin’

I need a beach vacation. Sand, sun, salty water.

(via veronicalovesarchie)

Leading training at work and I have an ocular migraine. Teaching is hard when you have a sparkly caterpillar crawling in front of your eyes.

Oh the memories of camping trips into the rain/snow/fog stuffed in the backseat with 3 siblings.

theparisreview:

Praise for a Color

Yellow infers from itself papayas and their pulp,
penetrable yellow.
At noon: bees, sweet stinger and honey.
Whole eggs and their nucleus, the ovum.
This interior thing, miniscule.
From the blackness of the blind viscera,
hot and yellow, the miniscule speck,
the luminous grain.
Yellow spreads and smooths, a downpour
of the pure light of its name,
tropicordial.
Yellow turns on, turns up the heat,
a charmed flute,
an oboe in Bach.
Yellow engenders.

Adélia Prado. Art: Helen Frankenthaler.

J climbing on North Table Mountain in Golden. He’s a natural. It’s wonderful when your partner gets excited about one of your passions. 

This season is starting to look up. I’ve been feeling discouraged by the last 2 summers, the first when I hurt my shoulder and the second when I was recovering and working on PT. I felt like I wasn’t any better than the first time I climbed. I lost so much strength with the injury. But this year, I see improvement. I’m feeling stronger. I’m cross-training. I’m on the ropes every weekend. And maybe I will start playing with leading this fall.

“Who in the world am I?
Ah, that’s the great puzzle.”
Back at work day 2. 

I saw a coyote. In my front yard.

It was cool.

Then there was a spectacular thunderstorm. I’ve never seen so much lightning.

They’re going to take away my English degree

I keep telling my bf, I liked the movie better than the book.

One of the best parts of summer vacation are the lazy mornings that allow me time to sear the pineapple and savor breakfast in the sunny backyard. Now I’m off to the pool.