OMG, TTFN, TTYL, FFILROX!

2 things I want to talk about today. First......Enough about Tiger Woods. PLEASE!! He cheated, he was unfaithful, with many different people....so what? (That's rhetorical).


OK, now the second thing. LOL.

I'm all for new technology. I love the internet. I love high tech gadgets, being able to surf the web on my cell phone, and using "Blue Tooth" technology. Last night I just realized that I'm getting older because there are things about all this new technology that I don't like....at all!
One is the new kids coming out of college that have no idea how to spell. Simple words. They rely on 'spell-check' so much, that I don't believe they ever learned how to correctly spell. Also, their grammar is terrible. Run-on sentences that go on for paragraphs, never end where they should have no punctuation sevnty too diffrent thoughts all mooshed togeter in one long sentinse that seems like it nver ends ect ect ect. (ETC....I know, I'm being saracastic).

Don't get me wrong, I am FAR from perfect when it comes to the English language, but you can understand what I'm writing.....right? I guess it's just a huge pet peeve of mine.

I also know I'm getting older because I found out my Aunt had a stroke.....months ago. How does that make me feel old? Because I found out through my sister, via email, and when I asked why no one from my Aunt's family called me, her response was, "Oh, I found out months ago on Facebook. If you had Facebook, you would have known." I can accept the fact that professionals in my field don't want to talk directly to me, so they have to email me. I can accept the fact that friends who don't want full blown conversations text message me instead of talking to me. But my own family? When someone HAD A STROKE couldn't call me on the phone? Just EXPECTED me to have a Facebook account? Correct me if I'm wrong, but wouldn't they already know if I had a Facebook account? And they STILL didn't call me? I don't understand. I guess they don't want to talk one on one anymore. As a matter of fact, I don't think ANYONE wants to TALK anymore. Well, if anyone wants to know how I'm doing.....

1) Fine.
2) Healthy
3) Happy
4) Work is good
5) Wife is good (pregnant)
6) The dogs and cats and fish are good
7) Oh, and for those who don't answer the phone(catch #5?).....I'm going to be a Father in June. That's right, the Mrs. is expecting, and God willing all goes well, there will be a little one crying and pooping all over the place this summer.
Now when I get the phone call with, "Why didn't you tell me?" I can say, "If you just read my blog, you would have known all about it!" I'm such a hipocrite. :)

One last pet peeve. If you are going to send me a text message....make it just that please....ONE text message. If you want to carry on a conversation, CALL ME!!! LET'S CHAT A BIT!!! And can you please spell out words? I don't understand TFND, LO>L OOFFI...ROXKKSHH.


The following actually happened awhile back. Names have been changed to protect the innocent (and communicationally challenged)
My phone: HIYA. HWRU?
My message: Hey. What's up?
My phone: NUTTIN.
My message: Everything OK?
My phone: YEAA>.BORED.
At this point, I had an idea what was happening. So I did not respond. Only to have this next message pop up.
My phone: WUTCHU DOIN?
My message: I'm working. If you want to talk, just call me.
My phone: WUTS THE NUMBER?
I almost dropped my phone. What's the number? The number to call me? I HAD to ask.
My message: What number? The phone number?
My phone: YEAA. SO I CAN CALLU.

So I guess, cellular phones are only for text messaging anymore. I think we have gone BACKWARD in time, sending messages via airwaves.....telegraph?
Needless to say, they called, (after I had to give them my number, the same number they were texting me to) the conversation lasted 30 seconds because of complete silence on the other end, and I'm still in awe.
My computer at home has been broken for awhile, and you know what? I think I like it that way! You want to talk to me, call me. :) Or better yet, just stop by the house, we'll have a cup of coffee, and, -gasp-, maybe even, -gulp- TALK FACE TO FACE AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH, THE HORRRRRROR!!!!!!


And yeah, my wife really is pregnant. She's in the 13th week, so I'm allowed to talk about it now.


Wow, I had a lot built up there. Whew, thank goodness I vented.

Merry Christmas! Thanks for listening!

No, I won't play Dominick the Donkey! LOL.