Buffalo Gal

I can curl my tongue and touch my nose with it.
I can still put one leg behind my head (but I can 't put it back easily).
I can recite all the books of the Bible in order (Bible camp '68) and all the words to American Pie.
I won 16 consecutive games of Music Trivia on my last two Song flights.
I can not edit my own copy.
The print errors of others glare in flourescent bright while my own hide easily behind what I think should be there. The advent of spelling and grammar checks leave only the most horrendous as my own.
Case in point:
Many, many months ago Anne started asking what we will do for mutual friend Amy's birthday. We discussed it dozens of times. When comes time for action, most of the best ideas are hers and we equally divide the responsibilities.
I show her a proof of the invitation (a CD label for New Orleans music, it's a Mardi Gras theme). It lists the both of us and a third friend as hostesses.
Anne creates some wonderful new art on the event website and I want to use it on the CD design. The program will not allow me to paste, so I retype. Spellcheck says A-OK so I produce 35 CD labels, assemble them on the CDs, placing them in cases with and then padded mailers with .83 postage on each. Perfect.
The first RSVPs are quite complimentary of our clever invitation. I'm feeling pretty darn smug.
Over coffee this afternoon Anne politely asks me why I replaced her name with Amy's as a host.
I couldn't have done that. I the copy a dozen times. I saw each label again as I affixed and and put it in the clear case, there is no way I could miss...
Oops.
So I have the guest of honor hosting the party and slighted my dearest friend -- the one who has been the driving force in the event.
I have notes of correction ready to go out tonight.
But I'm going to wait until tomorrow morning when someone else can proof them.

Copyright 2004 Judi Griggs

Buffalo Gal Judi Griggs I'm a communications professional, writer, cynic, mother, wife and royal pain. The order depends on the day. I returned to my hometown in November 2004 after a couple of decades of heat and hurricanes. I can polish pristine copy, but not here. This is my morning exercise -- 20-minute takes without a net or spellcheck. It's easier than sit ups for me. No guarantee what it will be for you. Clicking on the subscribe link will send you an email notice when each new entry is posted.
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Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (0) Share on Facebook		2004-09-16 10:09 PM Why bother making a small error I can curl my tongue and touch my nose with it. I can still put one leg behind my head (but I can 't put it back easily). I can recite all the books of the Bible in order (Bible camp '68) and all the words to American Pie. I won 16 consecutive games of Music Trivia on my last two Song flights. I can not edit my own copy. The print errors of others glare in flourescent bright while my own hide easily behind what I think should be there. The advent of spelling and grammar checks leave only the most horrendous as my own. Case in point: Many, many months ago Anne started asking what we will do for mutual friend Amy's birthday. We discussed it dozens of times. When comes time for action, most of the best ideas are hers and we equally divide the responsibilities. I show her a proof of the invitation (a CD label for New Orleans music, it's a Mardi Gras theme). It lists the both of us and a third friend as hostesses. Anne creates some wonderful new art on the event website and I want to use it on the CD design. The program will not allow me to paste, so I retype. Spellcheck says A-OK so I produce 35 CD labels, assemble them on the CDs, placing them in cases with and then padded mailers with .83 postage on each. Perfect. The first RSVPs are quite complimentary of our clever invitation. I'm feeling pretty darn smug. Over coffee this afternoon Anne politely asks me why I replaced her name with Amy's as a host. I couldn't have done that. I the copy a dozen times. I saw each label again as I affixed and and put it in the clear case, there is no way I could miss... Oops. So I have the guest of honor hosting the party and slighted my dearest friend -- the one who has been the driving force in the event. I have notes of correction ready to go out tonight. But I'm going to wait until tomorrow morning when someone else can proof them. Copyright 2004 Judi Griggs Read/Post Comments (0) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top