- Facebook status updates are driving me batchit…
- Grammar, people. Just some BASIC grammar, please. It’s not “should of,” it’s “should have” or “should’ve.” A status update is not a title and You Do No Capitalize Every Word of it. And if you’ve graduated high school, I kind of expect a modicum of spelling ability. It really does not take any more effort to type out “You’re coming, right?” over “ur cming, rite?”
- I really do have to resist pointing out horrific spelling. Because we all know how prefect mine is.
- I want cake.
- If you’re prone to exaggeration, don’t be surprised when no one believes it when something truly urgent happens and you need help/to see someone/to talk to someone. You can only stretch things so far so many times before people just don’t take your claims all that seriously.
- Don’t presume you know the whole story. You may have been given a watered down version, and it might have been for your own benefit. Or to keep you from worrying. Or to keep you from gossiping. But never presume you know the whole thing.
- My current project requires that I go back and read the archives of my training blog. It now amuses me how excited I was to be able to walk 5 miles and not die.
- Buddah is not available for adoption, no matter how adorable you think he is and how nice a life he would have with you. He’s my basement kitty, and I’m keeping him.
- People used to offer to take Max, and I really thought that sometimes they believed his blog posts of mistreatment. He’s not going anywhere, either.
- I should have bought some Bose headphones years ago,
- It is really jarring to be listening to a CD of instrumental music, and suddenly someone is singing. I’m looking at you, John Tesh.
- On Facebook again…I hate status updates that beat you over the head with things unspoken. If it’s cryptic, just keep it to yourself, all right? If the people on your friends list have no idea what’s going on, don’t dangle that chit in front of them. It’s as rude as whispering and laughing with one person in front of someone else.
- Best text message of the weekend: OMG I LOVE THESE DRUGS!
- Saddest text message of the weekend: I saved that cookie for three days, and when I had my back turned, the dog ate it.
- I know that feeling. Hank once took the very last cookie in the house right out of my hand when I wasn’t paying close enough attention. You think I would have learned, but the chitmonster snatched lots of things from me over the years.
- I still miss Hank.
- Dammit, John Tesh, this is supposed to be piano music. No singers allowed!
Sunday
19 February 2012
Randomness #752924.982
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Agreed, agreed and agreed on the Facebook thoughts. And I might add the old adage, "If you don't have something nice to say, don't say anything at all."
Thanks for this ... made my night!
--Dean
The woman is sometimes cryptic on Facebook because well, she's verbose and she can't fit everything into those little spaces so she randomly leaves stuff out. This can play havoc with spelling, grammar and whether or not she actually makes sense (although the latter rarely happens even at the best of times).
I hate grief. Especially for our animal-kids. No one understands unless they have been there. So, if it is ok with you, I'll just pull up a chair and sit with you awhile.
I love those drugs too. What are they?
Oh I so empathise/agree with loads of those :-)
And I have the thing with the cookies too. Although it doesn't tend to be cookies (they don't last long enough), it'll be the MoldMonster getting to the muffins before me. But ... I've figured out a way to beat the MM, by buying individually wrapped muffins :-)
Not that the rest of what you wrote isn't interesting or funny, but I'm just stuck on the fact that people are offering to 'adopt' your pets!
The unmitigated gall of some people. *tsks*
I agree with Mila, surely people know to take anything Max says with a grain (or three) of salt? and that Buddah barely speaks, why would anyone think he was mistreated? Other than by Max.
I'm with the cookie episode.
We had an adorable dog. We bought a sheltie. The dog decided he was better than that and became a collie. KInd of a small space for that breed.
I had made a mini pizza. It was perfectly cooked. Just the right amount of cheese, oh so lovely browned and crispy crust. I was pregnant with my first, waddling around a bit slowly. I had forgotten my drink. Mr. Not a Sheltie was across the room. I turned my back on him to quickly get a drink. When I turned back around, there he was not four feet from me, lips curled back, ever so delicately going for the pizza. I yelled, he hesitated, eyeballed me and went for it anyway. I have only cuss words to describe everything from there on.
My husband patted my shoulder, laughed a little and said "Just make another one." I looked at him teary eyed, bulging belly and said "But I wanted that one."
Thank You! Agreed about the spelling and grammar! And the person who exaggerates - wow - when the first events of September 11 were unfolding, the office jokester was the person who heard about it first and told us the news. No one believed him at first.
Those people who ask to adopt Max or Buddah? Tell them to go to their local animal shelter and get their own cats! It's kind of funny how easy it is to get lulled into Max's and Buddah's blogs though!
Mom Sue to The Furry Bambinos & Assorted Fosters
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