Seasonal Affective Disorder or SAD is not reserved for those in Northern climes. Down here in Texas, most of us get it in the Summer. When winter comes we can play outside in the fresh air and mild temperatures, but in the Summer we have to scurry into air conditioning to avoid sunburn, skin cancer and plain old heat prostration. The result is a region full of sluggish, negative and generally depressed women.
Throw in the stress of work, home, back to school and the great gaping endless abyss of strip malls, multiplexes and chain restaurants that is suburbia, and it’s no wonder my husband isn’t getting any everyone around me is frustrated and cranky. For this reason, I am finding it harder and harder to blog. It seems my sunny bloggy disposition is in storage until the heat breaks.
Therefore, I’ve decided not to fight it and just go with what is really on my puny little mind these days. If you’ve ever wondered what I’m thinking about when I just stare that blank stare in between signaling for more Margaritas, it’s this.
What is up with the recent rash of mispronunciations of words with the uhl sound as in fealty? Am I in the midst of some sort of country-with-a-k conspiracy? Take these words for example:
- Jewelry pronounced joo-loo-ree. It’s ju-uhl-ree. Please flush the loo.
- Those ads that keep nagging me to contact a Real Tor. What is the deal? Did they have a grump session at their last convention about Realtor getting misspelled with an -er? I won’t be calling a Fake Tor any time soon, so y’all can start saying ree-uhl-ter again.
Every time I hear an otherwise educated person speak like she just fell off the hay wagon, I want to scream. Oh and you pretentious pundits with your “whether it be” grammatical nightmare? You are next on my list for a Sr. Mary Caroline rap on the knuckles. Watch it.
Also? Bunny needs to go into braces. I love that her ortho advised us to wait until her mouth had grown more but what a shame she missed the thrill of braces in grade school. Was she denied the camaraderie of her tinsel toothed peers? Did she miss out on that grown up feeling of comparing orthodontic apparatus with the other twelve year olds?
Did we deprive her of the joys of using her tongue to shoot orthodontic rubber bands at Sr. Caroline Marie when she turned to face the blackboard? Was her mother truly the most evil kid in seventh grade? Was her mother really the reason Sr. Caroline Marie quit her teaching post and left her order to become a bank teller in Wisconsin?
Uno otro Margarita por favor. I do believe the heat is getting to me.
7 responses so far ↓
1
ree
// Aug 31, 2009 at 8:07 pm
I’m still willing to trade places with you. It’s a balmy 55 here right now.
2
Leslie
// Sep 1, 2009 at 8:15 am
I hear you! at least the weather is only supposed to be in the upper 80’s today and the mornings have been beautiful!
3
Green Girl in Wisconsin
// Sep 1, 2009 at 2:30 pm
I never thought about how being cooped up in the summer would suck. I feel lucky now with my winter cabin fever.
And I, like you, despise poor pronunciation.
4
witchypoo
// Sep 1, 2009 at 7:35 pm
We had a week of summer this year, followed by a hurricane, with a post tropical storm exactly a week later. I fear the heat.
5
Jessica
// Oct 26, 2009 at 6:20 pm
I’m with you on the real-tor. The hell?
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Karen Sugarpants
// Nov 4, 2009 at 12:31 am
totally with you on real-tor too. ugh ugh ugh.
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Janet
// Dec 11, 2009 at 5:37 pm
Around here they say “ree-la-tor”. It’s the same people who say “jew-loo-ry” and “nu-cu-lar.” Argh.
It’s 30 degrees here and SAD has me loosely in its grip - I can fight it as long as Christmas stuff is going on, but once the tree comes down, it’s a long time until the sun shines.
I’ve missed blogging, but it appears I’m not the only one who has been gone for months.
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