You know what really lights my fuse. I’ll tell you, its not sunday drivers on Monday mornings when your running late, or cold coffee after you just got a fresh cup and got busy. Its people that point out to me that I have horrible spelling. You would probably never really notice it here, because I use a spell check feature in W.Bloggar. But when I don’t have a dictionary handy or a spell check in reach I have to make due. I warn people in the beginning of a friendly relationship. I suck at spelling. But there are some of these people that have to point it out even if they can put together what I mean to say when I wrote the words.

I really don’t go around correcting people on things. So when people do it to me when its not asked for it really ticks me off. Its not like i’m not aware of the fact, I know i’m not a good speller. But damnit I try to make the effort to use the tools at hand. If I miss a few or even blow a word out of the water try to use some candor to not point it out. I don’t mind some corrections like ‘hey you spelled that word wrong.’ but to say. ‘what is this word? are you a dumb ass? why don’t you use a dictionary?’ you know why I didn’t use the dictionary? because I was standing on it to see at your level of greatness. Bite me!

on a side note. Campbells Cup ‘o Soup is the bomb! i’m having some as I wright this.

So to warn all you fine readers. If you find that I spelled your favorite word wrong, and you are offended by it. Please just tell me. I’ll correct it and I don’t mind that. But try not to berate me because of it. It doesn’t make for a good day for either party. I will make sure of that.

This weekend we had a surprise birthday party for my father. My sister and I split the cost and had it at his and moms house. My sisters job was the planning, catering and inviting the family and friends. I had the wonderful job of lying to my father to keep him out of his house so everyone can sneak in and surprise him. The way I did it was, I have a dish washer needing to be installed. So I called him up the night before and asked if he could help. He came, we installed it, and went to the house. When we turned the corner I saw that my sister in her infinite wisdom had everyone park in front of the house. Why would she have people park there? Of course, Dad instantly questioned why the cars were there. I knew, but I didn’t let on. I told him that it may be the neighbors having a big party or something. But once we got closer to the cars he started to name off the owners of the cars. When we pulled into the driveway, he says to me, “I think you pulled one over on me boy”. Of course I did. The party was fun. All his friends were there and some family. Rumor has it he was moved to tears. If this is true I don’t know. But I do know he did have a good time. We all did.

How does one get a job as a consultant when said person doesn’t know how to use a computer. There is this person that used to work in the same place as I. This person was a VP for a technological company and was firing emails back and fourth with files attached to people all over the world. Now, this person is a consultant for the my company and doesn’t even seem to know how to turn on the computer. It seems like every time she needs something done computer wise she is calling here and getting someone here to do it. When the poor soul she choose doesn’t know how to do what was requested they do the only thing they can. They call me. I’ve been supporting this person every time i’m asked with tasks that anyone with basic computer skills should be able to do. Simple things, things like copying files to a Cd Rom from a email. This is something that has been going on for years now. But for some reason she feels its below her or something. I know she knows how to do that.

I’ve been loosing sleep at night. Not because of the Boy waking up or The Girlfriend snoring. But because of the damn kitten. It seems that when we are awake she feels she must sleep. So when I and the Snore Queen go to bed this damn satan spawn of a cat decides she is going to play. But play with toys she does not. She thinks the house is her little amusement park. Yesterday morning we woke up and found 2 of our beloved plants on the floor with all the dirt spilled out of the pots and the plants dying.

So last night, I locked her ass in the basement. She still played, but it was much more quiet. And that makes Rob happy.