Grouch-o-saurous

Last week I wrote about some things that I was thankful for. Today I had one of those days where everything is worthy of complaining about – it’s a rotten attitude is what it is. A grumpy mood. It leaves me feeling gross inside. The most terrible part comes when the mood passes and I realize how ridiculous I have been.

Some things, however, deserve to be grouched on. Some things are simply stupid. Keep in mind that I am still riding the tails of a grumpy mood.

I don’t know why people drive around (especially in the winter) with their windows rolled down and the music blaring out. Nobody else wants to listen to that trash – it’s not even good music. My dog could have made better music than that…a deaf dog could. It sucks, so shut your windows.

I can’t understand why people insist on talking in the quiet side of the library. I want to take out your voice box and put it through the meat grinder. There are six million other places on campus to talk and only a few where you’re asked to shut your trap. CLOSE YOUR MOUTH is what I have to say.

Why, in this world of technology, doesn’t someone invent a windshield that resists frost…the back window has a system, why not the front?

What is so difficult about using a blinker to signal where you’re going? Are we really getting so lazy that one flick of the finger is too difficult?

Why are cell phone ring tones so irritating? Can’t they make a less obnoxious sound?

Why do we stand for women’s bodies being shown off in magazines and on the sidelines of football games? It makes me sick – women cry for equality and then shake their booties all over the place. Put some clothes on and go do something worthwhile. What on earth are you contributing to humanity? Nothing. Nothing. I hate it.

Why don’t younger people offer their seats to older people on the LRT anymore?

There are some days when I’m just fed up with things. I know I’m not perfect (far, far from it!) Some things just seem like common sense…to me, anyway.

David is leaving for nine days of job training beginning on Monday, followed by a job interview in Vancouver…maybe this is why I’m so grouchy. I miss him when he goes away. I really, really miss him.

I have no idea how women who have husbands in the army or in the oilfield deal with that! How do they?

P.S. Never cook with artificial crab meat – it is nasty stuff.