The List

Since I’m being lazy and I’m sort of busy at the moment Smart Mouth Broad listed her top ten seven pet peeves, I decided to copy her and make my own list of top ten things that set my teeth on edge.  

1.  People that smack when they eat.  I can’t handle smacking even when it comes from a baby.  My children and grandchildren learned early that if they smack, I will close their lips for them.  *no I don’t hurt them*

2.  People who chew with their mouths open and talk with their mouths full.  Yes, I have eating issues, apparently. 

3.  Tailgaters.  I won’t flip you off but if you ride my butt I will only go that much slower.  grrrrrrrrr…..

4.  Having to give my email address when making a purchase and then getting tons of spam afterwards.  Grrrrrrrrrrrrr…..

5.  Sitting down to pee and finding an empty toilet paper roll.  double grrrrrrrrrrrr……

6.  Ending a phone conversation and hanging up without saying “goodbye”.

7.  Pfishing scams cluttering my email inbox.

8.  Websites with music.  It’s distracting and I won’t hang around. 

9.  People who don’t wash their hands when they’ve been to the bathroom.

10.  People who are rude. 

Well folks, that’s my top ten for today, but it changes quite frequently so expect more in the future.   

What is your number one pet peeve and what do you do when it happens? 

HAPPY TRAILS, Y’ALL

A Terrible Thing Happened

 

If you are of the faint at heart, do not go any further.  I mean it.  It’s bad.  52 staples to close the wound.  O.k.   Don’t say I didn’t warn you.  

 

 

 

 

It was awful.

 

 

Really terrible.

 

The gash was long.

 

The cut was deep.

 

The crevice was wide

 

and ugly

 

and crooked.

 

52 staples is a lot of staples.

 

 

They worked hard to fix it. 

 

 

 

They say it will be good as new.

 

 

 

 

By golly, I do believe they were right.

 

 

 HAPPY TRAILS, Y’ALL

For the record, I messed with the color of that first picture (obviously).  Also, this project created much stress in our household and HBL and I are both happy to have it over with before any real blood was shed.  By the way, it was a combination of the extreme drought in Texas and our black soil that cracked so badly that created this problem.  After about three days the plaster cured (even filled with water) to match the rest. 

Somebody Get The Duct Tape

I’ve got so much to say about politics but I’m trying my best to keep my mouth shut.  I’ve found it doesn’t matter what “we” say, it’s always bad and snarky and condescending but everything “they” say is good and nice and diplomatic. 

Oh pleeeeze, give me a break.  That only goes to show that “they” are so mired in their own sense of entitlement and obvious superiority (in their mind) that “they” don’t see the irony in pointing fingers at others.  All I’m saying is it works both ways. 

Meh….I’m over it.  I don’t care.  I know the way I am and what I say as well as what “tone” I’m using and it’s not bad or condescending and if you’re “hearing” it that way, then it’s your problem.   I’m only talking to one here so the rest of you just tune out this first part. 

Now that we got that behind us, I’ve got happier things to talk about.   Uhh…..o.k. I’m sure I’ve got something happy to talk about.  Oh yes.  I do a mean cow race on the Wii, now that I finally got that dang remote figured out.  Also the rhythmic step was kicking my butt since I’ve become so nonrhythmic , but now I don’t miss a beat.  It still pisses me off that it scores based on the precision of where my feet hit on the Wii board and it’s so darn picky that It will never give me a perfect score which I suppose is the point to make you try harder.  It is making me try harder. 

By the time I’ve banked 30 minutes of exercise, my hair is completely wet because I’m sweating like a whore in church and that’s pretty darn sweaty.  I’m feeling much accomplished now, and every day it gives me new challenges.  I wish the step was higher but then again, it’s probably best it’s not or I’d have a broken hip by now.  My step-mother called today and said her Wii had come in and she had her Mii set up but then had to leave to get her weekly hair fix..  There’s something completely hysterical about that combination.  My sister ordered one too so when the 45+ of us get together for Christmas, we’ll have even more to laugh about and maybe we can have a Wii tournament along with our “dirty Santa” gift exchange.  I’ll definitely have to remember my video camera. 

This weekend is “girls weekend” in Tx.  I wish some of you could come.  We’re going to get a massage, have our toes done, watch movies, play Wii, sit on the patio with a fire in the fireplace,drink wine in the hot tub and laugh as we look through old pictures and memorabilia from high school.  Speaking of stuff from high school, I’ve found some great pictures to scan and post but I haven’t had the time to do any of it yet.  Another post for another day. 

I’ve got one more gripe today.  This is gripe day, right?  Oh it’s not?  Well, I’m declaring that it is and here I go.   I’m seeing these commercials on television where it looks like a live picture of the Senate hearings where they’ve voted to pass the bail out bill, and it’s a mortgage company advertisement.  The message is—–get your loan, good credit scores not needed, low rates, very low down payment to get a butt load of money. 

Correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t this exactly why we had to pass that damn bail out plan in the first place?  It’s exactly what I thought would happen and we’ll all pay for more people to get loans to buy homes that have no business buying homes because they can’t afford them.  If you think everyone is entitled to a home, then I say “get real”, even though I’d love to say something else but since I don’t want to ruffle any feathers I’ll leave it at that. 

O.k. this post was all over the place which is exactly where my mind is today.  I’ll be on the road most of the day Wednesday and HBL is heading in the opposite direction for his guy’s only trip.  I’m only mentioning this because I probably won’t be doing any blog reading until later Wednesday night when I’m all alone and the house is quiet. 

If any of you are in the Dallas, TX area and want to eat sushi and laugh for three or four days, just holla and I’ll give you directions.   Seriously.   

You can comment on anything I said or anything else I didn’t say.  The floor is open and it’s your turn on the soapbox. 

HAPPY TRAILS, Y’ALL