Spider

I have to say, I LIKE Spider Solitaire.  I play the two-suit version, and almost always win it.

I like it because it sorts the cards into neat little piles and puts them away.

Organized.

I like organization.  I like boxes and files and containers and everything all neat and tidy and put away.  Like Spider Solitaire.

But it BUGS me that I have accumulated years of papers - YEARS, people... I am NOT kidding - that have to be sorted and organized and put into boxes or tossed into the circular file to be burned by Critter.  (For those of you who may not know, Critter is my youngest son and the official garbageman of the family. He burns the burnables, composts the compostibles, and otherwise makes himself useful.)

So, back to what bugs me: disorganization bugs me.

So does procrastination.

Which is what I am doing when I play Spider Solitaire, instead of tackling the mountain of paperwork.

Bad Grammar and Spelling

I have to say, it bugs me that people do not take the time to learn how to spell, to punctuate their sentences, and to use proper grammar.

I'm not the only one with this problem.  Other old ladies have it, too. Judy Rose has a website devoted to writing proper English.  She calls her work "Writing Repair".

When I was at the Outdoor Farm Show last week, I noticed a banner with a glaring spelling error, and every time I walked by the tent I shuddered.  Oh, for a great big permanent marker to use on offending banners at farm shows!

I know that anyone can make a typing error, and I am willing to extend grace.  Even I, the Grammar Nazi, have  been known to make a typo.

I was looking at my own blog today, and saw this:

The words He speaks are spirit and life too those who live in Him. 

Yikes!  I had to edit the post immediately.

What bugs me about all of this is that anyone can learn the difference between to, too, and two.  A little research and study will teach you that there is no word such as "walla", and there is a difference between there, their and they're.  Don't get me started on possessives - some people can't (or won't) learn how to use an apostrophe properly.

That bugs me.

Some Comercials Should Never Be Aired

You know the one I'm talking about?

The Lotto 649 Jackpot, 'whatwouldyoudoifyouwon' advertisement on the radio?

This commercial really illustrates the uninspired imagination of 'regular people'.

The one that bothers me the most, and in fact causes painful spasms to go up my spine, into my brain and settle defiantly behind my eyeballs is this sentence:

"I would buy a chocolate store."

Followed by,

"And then I would eat all of the chocolate."

?

REALLY?

Can someone smack that actor upside the head for me?

no one,

and I repeat,

NO ONE

can really be that stupid!

Or can they?

Premium

My eldest daughter and I had the privilege of seeing Camelot at the Festival Theatre in Stratford last night.  It was a great play, full of lively music and banter and fun.  And buns, but that's another story.

On the way in, I ordered a glass of wine for each of us that would be ready when we came out for intermission.  I checked out the choices and the cost: $7 per glass, or $10 per glass for PREMIUM.  The server assured me it was a good Cabernet Sauvignon.

It was not.

Tasted like horse pee.  Not that I have ever tasted horse pee, but it tasted like I could imagine horse pee would taste.   Not good.

And certainly not "Premium."

And that bugs me.

Words can't describe the rage I am feeling.

Okay.

While pressure washing Jay and I were about to pull into the next store's parking lot.

I saw this group of teenagers.

There was one dude and two girls. And maybe more. I don't know. I think they had just come out of KFC.

This guy all of a sudden threw his drink up in the air.

Of course, gravity works, it came back down. It ticks me off because

1. He PURPOSEFULLY threw it in the air.

2. He didn't pick up his garbage. He stepped over it.

Now, that's bad enough, but what if I told you a garbage can was right. In. Front. Of. Him.

Not out of his way.

NO no, actually it was very much IN his way.

The freakin' dude threw his perfectly good drink in the air, watched it come down, saw it land, stepped over it, then passed a GARBAGE CAN JUST FOR GARBAGE on his way!!

I must say, I was so close to jumping out of the car and kicking him in his babies while screaming.

I should have rolled down the window but I was too busy hollering "DOUCHE!!" at him.

Ugh.

One day I will hunt him down and grind his face in the sidewalk until all his skin is off and then I'll make him pick it up and put THAT in the garbage.

GARG!

It Bugs Me...Random Post!

That this blog has seen very little activity lately. (It bugs me that I could not remember the word "activity" until a few seconds passed by. Curse you, fatigue!)

I suppose it might be a good thing that people haven't been posting; that could mean that people are less bugged, and that would be great. That's probably not the case...

It bugs me that I have this taste in my mouth. It's not terrible, just...there.

It bugs me that I'm not accomplishing everything my brain thinks I should. Stupid brain. Be smarter!

It bugs me that I have itchy scratches on my arm, courtesy of an adorable yet evil kitten, who thinks that petting means "fight time, claws extended".

It bugs me that I can't make a reasonable acronym out of "fight time, claws extended", so I must change it to "fight all, claws extended", so I can say F.A.C.E.

It bugs me that face is a word. It's so weird. (yea, well, so's your face! There, I said it first.)

Buying Anything

We need a new vehicle. We know this. We've been shopping around. Comparing prices, locations, etc.

You know what really really grates my cheese?

When someone advertises a price, but then adds a few hundred extra to that number when you contact them.

I'm obviously contacting you because I might be interested in the vehicle you're selling, which I'm assuming is priced accordingly to what it would be worth with a bit extra so your wife can get that new couch. I'm not expecting you to counter me with a number HIGHER then your asking price.

This is not an Auction. If it was where's the guy who entertains me with his unbelievable fast speaking word meshing abilities?

Be honest and up front with me BEFORE I ask.

That's all.