Must. Vent.

I'm really not much of a venter. Okay, yeah I've had my moments with the MOW changes and the neighbors' cat, but there is something I just have to get off my chest: People, stop using the wrong words!
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My number one complaint is the "your" and "you're" misuse. It's really driving me insane. I'm turning into that guy from the Pink Panther movies that gets the crazy eye. Last night was the last straw. I've been researching my August road trip with my daughter and was checking out the blues clubs on Beale Street and the website I found for SILKY O'Sullivan's misused "your" twice. ON ONE PAGE.
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I realize that anyone can mistype something on occasion, but twice on one page? AAAARGH! Where were the proofreaders? This was for a business!!
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I have come across several blogs that do the same thing. There was one lady that seemed pretty interesting, but in one post she used "your" for "you're" more than once as well as "there" for "their." In ONE post. I said to myself, "Yeah, I can't read this blog anymore."
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And why is everyone spelling "lose" "loose" nowadays? That is popping up everywhere.
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Here's the deal folks:
-Their means "belonging to them" as in This is their party and they can do what they want.
-There means "some place" as in Place the keg there so we don't get beer on the carpet.
- Lose means "misplace" as in I didn't mean to lose my keys.
- Loose means "not tight" as in I like these jeans because they are loose.
-Your means "belonging to you" as in This is your blog you dumbass so quit using the wrong words.
-You're is an abbreviation of the words "you" and "are" as in You're a dumbass if you keep using the word "your" when you mean "you are."
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Disclaimer: If English is your second (or third) language, you are exempt from all of this and yay! for you for being able to communicate with people in another language.
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I feel better now.

I'm Getting Too Old For My Crazy

I may have mentioned before that every Friday night we watch the week's worth of "Jeopardy!" although I may have forgotten the exclamation point in the past. But it is part of the title. Anyway I was just starting to slice up my beef fajita quesadillas for our dinner when I heard insanely loud cat screams from the garage. I yelled out a few very loud expletives and ran screaming into the garage. I didn't even see the asshole cat from next door although I know it was him, I just saw poor Barney run under the car. Meanwhile, My Sweetie was in here on this computer. He did not hear the cats, but he certainly heard me. So he came running behind me. I told him what was going on and he did a body check on Barney to make sure he was okay. I closed the side door to the garage and came back inside to finish plating the food. (And maybe "plating" is not a real verb, but they use it on the Food Network.)
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We sat down to eat and watch "Jeopardy!" and I was HOT. And by hot I mean getting a lot of answers that no one else could get. I may have told you before but our ritual here is that if you answer correctly and none of the contestants get the answer, you yell "AND ONE!" It's a basketball term in case you do not follow sports. What I may not have mentioned is that I also run around and do a crazy end zone dance (which is a football term if you do not follow sports) when I get one. I started to think that the crazy adrenaline rush with the cat fight had somehow stimulated my brain.
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We pause the show a lot to do various things and I was clearing the dinner plates and realized my right shoulder was REALLY sore. I figured I must have done something crazy when I ran screaming into the garage. I rubbed some ActiveOn on my shoulder and we started the show again. The next time I had an "AND ONE!" I jumped up and threw my arms up, yelled "OUCH!" and realized that's how I must have disfrinagled something in my shoulder to begin with. I guess I'm getting too old for my crazy. But I doubt it will stop me.

My Weird Dream Brain

I have lots of bizarre dreams every night, but in the last two weeks, they have taken a really goofy turn. For the past few weeks I have been playing Mahjong Titans on my computer for an hour or so before I go to bed, so my weird dream brain converts even the most mundane things into a mahjong game. The other night, I was "grocery shopping" in my dream and I was doing it, of course, mahjong style. It looked something like this:

Since I am lucky in that I only have to be woken up once a week, the other six days, I get to sleep until I wake up naturally. Or I should say "naturally." Because there is nothing natural about the way I wake up most days. What happens is, instead of just slowly waking up, my weird dream brain will insert something outrageous into my dream to get me to wake up. And if that doesn't work, it will just keep going. This morning I was dreaming I was in some sort of old west setting complete with costumes and everything. We were all from the present but for some reason we were supposed to "play along" and pretend we were all from that time. It was all going along fine until one lady couldn't find her shoes and slipped on some purple jellies like these:

It totally broke the whole mood of whatever we were trying to do, but it didn't wake me up. So just after that, a giant fake plastic bright green alligator head that was about the size of a large truck burst through the wall. THAT woke me up.

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My husband gets a kick out of the strange dreams I have and the strange wake up things like the alligator crack me up. I usually spend the first 10 minutes of my day shaking my head and saying something to myself like, "Hummingbirds with automatic weapons! Heh, heh, heh."

Don't Make Me Jump Off This Spaceship!

We were wondering why the SciFi Channel had just changed its name to SyFy and My Sweetie sent me this article about it.
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I took offense at this part:
He told TV Week, "The name Sci Fi has been associated with geeks and dysfunctional, antisocial boys in their basements with video games and stuff like that, as opposed to the general public and the female audience in particular."
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Reallllly? I love sci fi, as do many of the women I know. And as the article also mentions, how do they account for the $375 million success of the last Star Trek? If they think only basement nerds went to see that movie, they would be dead wrong.
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What's even stranger is they just debuted a new show "Warehouse 13" which has science fiction all over it and is one of my new favorite summer series. And I am of the "female audience."
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If they had just said, "We needed a name we could trademark" I would totally get that from a business perspective, so why did they have to drag me, "the female audience" into their argument? Pffffft!

The Trip Ahead

I've often mentioned that My Sweetie sometimes brings home little prizes from work. He gets all sorts of random things. Last week he brought home this little blank-paged book:
As soon as I saw it I said, "That's great! I'll take it on my trip!" I won't have access to a computer for a week on the road trip I am taking with my daughter in August, so I thought it would be perfect for keeping notes on what I do each day. Then I thought that on the back page I would make a list of goofy things to talk about when we get bored. So far I've come up with this:

That first one took my second husband and myself all the way to St. Louis from Fort Worth. Which was 10 1/2 hours of drive time. You'd be surprised by how many old expressions like "You can lead a horse to water but you can't make him drink" and "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it" there are. Well I can tell you that there are 10 1/2 hours of them. And maybe we even missed a few. But anyway, I was hoping some of you might have some suggestions of things to add to the list. And I don't mean any of the regular stuff involving billboards or license plates or cows or the alphabet game which we played ad infinitum all those years of picking up my daughter from her dad's house. What I'm looking for are odd or goofy topics that will require some time and thought. And hopefully a few laughs.

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By the way, on the dog thing, I think I'd be a yorkshire terrier because they are highly excitable and quite yappy. Oddly, I do not like yorkshire terriers. But that sort of makes sense since they always say that no one would like to hang out with themself. And if I had to be a yorkshire terrier, I would certainly hope that my owner would tie my hair back because I absolutely detest having hair in my face.