- This God-awful-blowing-dust-everywhere-making-breathing-difficult-strong-enough-to-rock-my-CAR wind. I am SO over it. I have lived in Texas for eleven years and I think the wind has gotten progressively worse every year. Last year was the absolute worst. Everyone says "Oh, the March winds". HA. March? Try February, March, April, May, June.... you get the idea. IT. NEVER. ENDS. I don't have the kind of hair that looks good after a wind storm. I have stick-your-finger-in-a-socket kind of hair that is barely tame on a good day. Baseball caps are a fashion requirement for me in the spring and summer. I also have very sensitive eyes, made worse by allergies (or so my optometrist tells me). My eyes water all the time. See a Visine commercial? Watch my kids practice crossing their eyes? Bright sunshine or a slight breeze? My eyes water like crazy. 40mph winds are NOT my friend.
- My sixteen-year-old cat refuses to stop pooping on the floor. She only does it at night when she's in the laundry room (where she has slept for the past eleven years). I've noticed lately that if I put an assortment of boxes, rubbermaid lids, etc, over the carpet where she is going, then I don't wake up to any surprises. Until now. She outsmarted me. Last night I put out my anti-poop tools all over the floor, only to walk out there this morning to find a present on the OTHER carpet in front of the washing machine. Damn cat. She gets yelled at and her nose shoved in her droppings when she's bad. She gets heaps of praise, love and treats when she's good. You'd think she could figure out which is the better deal. Little does she know that she's pushing me to the end of my rope. My next step is putting her in the garage for the night. She can bunk down with my car on the cold concrete floor and see how fun that is.
- Fox. I am not a big tv watcher. In fact, during the day I don't even turn it on. I'm the anomaly in my house, because when my husband and kids get home, the first thing they do is turn on the television. There are very few shows that I like to watch on a regular basis. American Idol is one of them. Unfortunately, that show airs on Fox, which my Dish Network no longer offers thanks to a dispute in price. Seriously. I live out in the boonies so there is no other option. We can't get cable. We switched from Directv because we had to PAY for local channels. Now that we have free local channels with Dish, they proceed to drop one. Trying to hunt down American Idol the next day online is frustrating, and watching the show on my laptop is not my idea of a good time. Good thing I don't ever want to vote for the singers.
- The current craze over grown-ups reading young adult novels drives me crazy. I love books, I am a dedicated reader and my tastes are pretty varied. However I have no desire to read about teenagers! The whole Twilight thing? Ick. I have nothing against vampires or love stories. In fact, one of the best books I've read lately is Darker After Midnight - a book about vampires. But they are ADULTS! I don't care how good the story is or how talented the author is.... I just can't get into a book about children just a few years older than my son.
- People who preach about the evils of flour, sugar, carbs, artificial sweeteners, etc. I get it. You are a food nazi and you are skinny. You also can't be as happy as this bread loving, french fry eating, Diet Coke addict. I know that people who rigidly control those items in their diet maintain a ridiculously healthy weight. Good for them. I can't and I won't give them up. If that means I'm ten pounds heavier than I want to be for the rest of my life, so be it. I eat healthy. I love salad, fruits, water, tea. I will take chicken over red meat any day. My blood pressure is perfect and my cholesterol is fine. I walk three miles several times a week and I can ride eight miles on my exercise bike in thirty minutes. If I want to eat a Dove chocolate or twelve, leave me alone.
- Speaking of fitness.... I want to say I will NEVER become a runner. I don't know how many people in my life have told me recently that they always said the same thing, and now they love to run. Bully for them. They obviously didn't stick to their convictions. I. AM. NOT. A. RUNNER. If I had to run two miles to save my life, I'm not sure I could do it. I don't have a runner's body, I don't have the stamina you need, and I don't enjoy it. It's torture. I would rather walk ten miles than run half a mile. Talk it up all you like, you will never convince me that I will learn to like running.
- When do you think someone will realize that we have taken the whole reality show concept too far? I will admit there are some good reality shows out there. I watch some of them. My husband watches far too many of them. So many people do. I don't get it. Why would I want to watch a show about hog hunters or whatever they are called? Or Swamp People? I'm sorry, but if you need subtitles for a show that is broadcast IN ENGLISH, that's not my kind of entertainment. Alaskan troopers, Cajun Pawn, Gold Rush.... the list goes on and on. Hubby's (and J's) latest obsession? Finding Bigfoot. This show is beyond ludicrous. These seemingly sane adults are standing in the woods at night, they hear a crash, and immediately they announce that it was a sasquatch throwing a rock at them. It couldn't have been a branch falling or a deer running through a bush, right? Maybe it's the unbelievable factor that makes these shows so popular.... millions of people sit around their tv saying, "I can't believe they made a show about THIS!"
Happy Wednesday everyone.