Every week on Wednesday I devote a blog to whining. Despite being a really happy, positive person, I do have things that annoy me at times.
I never let anything grate on my nerves for long but thought it would be fun to vent them periodically in my blogs.
I also feel that good things, the cheese in life, should be acknowledged as well.
I’m even going to throw in a bit of dessert, a piece of virtual chocolate, something that made me laugh or smile just a bit more than normal.
If you’d like to read the past editions of Wine & Cheese just click HERE for all of the past postings.
Sit back and join me now for the 71st serving of some wine and cheese!
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😦 I really have only one whine today. Yep just one, singular complaint. I wish people driving around would come to realize that sunglasses are not a fashion accessory. Sure, you can buy some really dazzling pairs and match them to your outfit, shoes or even your underpants. But they are a NECESSITY when driving into the sunrise in the morning. Because if you don’t have them on, you hit the brakes because you cannot see. This causes the dreadful chain reaction of others hitting their brakes to avoid hitting you. In some cases they are in the next lane and hit their brakes because they fear you might change lanes. The guy driving in the lane next to that person and one or two cars back sees the brake lights and panics and hits his, unaware of why you two are braking but not wanting to be involved in whatever unseen danger is lurking feels he should join the little brake-light-engaged party. Behind these folks others are forced to now brake and within seconds ya’ll have managed to bring hundreds and even thousands of cars on a major highway to a halt!
You sick, cheap-ass over achievers in stupidity need to exit the highway and go to any local gas station/stop-n-rob and buy some sunglasses. Priced to move from $5-$55 you can get yourself some eye protection and get back on the road and join the ranks of those of us with brains who prepare for that big, bright orange ball in the sky each morning.
Meanwhile, I think the ‘high speed’, passing, far left lane should be reserved for those folks sporting protective eye-wear. Those of us smart enough to actually be prepared for the morning blinded by the light arrival of sunshine should be rewarded for our choice to be ready for this event so WE can at least be moving!
Doesn’t matter if your choice of sunglasses makes you look like a super model, Lindsay Lohan after a serious bender, or those ‘birth control’ versions that will ensure you are unlikely to get laid anytime soon, just WEAR THEM!
🙂 I am in SUCH a great mood! Mostly because I have opted to be. My entire morning routine was messed up and out of sync and I just didn’t care. I ROLLED with it! I have no foundation on because I forgot to use it! WHO CARES! no one here warrants my concerns about how my face looks. Music played in my head and I danced as I put on my face and then sang to the CD in my car all the way to work. Off key and sounding like a buffalo caught in a trap I belted out several great songs all the way to work.
🙂 I have a wonderful man in my life! We’re kinda like the Brady Bunch, but different! He has 3 kids, just like Mike Brady, only one is a girl. And he isn’t a gay actor portraying a straight man. And we aren’t married. I have moved in with my 3 babies. All are girls, just like Carol Brady’s were, only mine are 4-legged furry types. 2 cats and one Yorkie dog. And we don’t have a housekeeper/cook like Alice, so I’m not standing around snapping green beans, pretending to be cooking, while wearing a cute dress and pearls. But that also means we don’t have the creeper butcher, Sam, dropping by to hit on our housekeeper. But we’re a blended little bunch just like the Brady Bunch. I LOVE my life, I’m happy.
🙂 I learned how to do a direct sales party online, so now I can do them for anyone across the country, expanding my client base. That expands my income which hey, who can’t use a few more bucks?
Go spread some joy anyway that you can! HAPPY HUMP DAY!!!!