The
holidays have my time sense (which isn’t that good anyway) really messed
up! Yesterday felt like Sunday and today
felt like Friday. How can it be
Wednesday? For that matter, how can this
be January 4, 2012? We are snowless in Iowa and expecting
sixty-two degrees tomorrow. That ain’t
raught! It jess ain’t raught! (Do you know how hard I had to fight
autocorrect to write ‘ain’t’? Let alone
‘raught’ instead of ‘right’? It took
‘jess’ without trying to change it to ‘just’. Whadup wit dat? )
Okay,
enough with trying to write in conversational English. If I keep it up, people will start to think I
can’t spell any better than ninety-nine percent of the people who text and
tweet. It makes me rant and rave when I
try to read what they’ve written. Well,
to be honest, I’d like to choke them like Homer chokes Bart! I realize that there are these shortcuts like
‘r u 1 2’. However, people that write
things such as, “i wz 2 yr plc las nit an kodnt fin from the fron dr 2 the bak
bcuz sombudy wz in the driv du u no what they doin there van smoke lik on fire
codnt breate for lik 20 mints afer i got hom.”, should be neutered. I don’t care if it is ‘nurture or nature’
these people should not be allowed to procreate.
Well, I
wasn’t sure what I was going to write about today, when I started. It took a turn that I hadn’t expected. I guess I had some repressed issues to iron
out today. That is now out of the way
and I can go on with the rest of the blog.
So, as I
said so long ago now, I could not believe that today was Wednesday. We were asked a few days ago if we could
babysit the great-granddaughters today.
We, of course, said ‘yes’. What
that ‘yes’ meant was that we had to get up about five this morning so we could
be in Ankeny by
six.
I took Charlotte
to school at eight-thirty this morning and then went on into Des Moines for our Men’s Bible Study. I was just about fifteen minutes late for the
study but it was a great study featuring Kyle Petty. Now I’m not a race fan but I had at least
heard of the Pettys. He spoke about how
his faith has guided his life since he was about fourteen years old.
Then, I
went back to my grandson’s and played with Lorelia until mid afternoon. She is such an imp! She will be four this coming spring, but she
sounds so grown up when she talks. Today she told me to take a nap. I said I needed a blanket. She said, "There is one in the ottoman." I ask if there was a blanket in the hassock. She thought a second and said, "Um we don't have a hassock." What three year old throws around words like ottoman and hassock?
On another
note: I’m so glad that the Iowa Caucus
is over with. I think I’d like to move to
the state which has the ‘last chance’ to pick who the candidate(s) is/are. It is
just because I would not have to live with the additional year of campaigning that Iowan’s live with.
Well, I’ve
rambled on for long enough. Please leave
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