Sunday

First things first. It takes me about 10 readings of a particular post to get rid of most of the grammatical and errors in syntax. Even then, I only get most of them because of my incomplete understanding of the English language. So if you read a misspelled word or noun-verb disagreement, it is because I haven't found it yet or don't realize I'm wrong. I will eventually figure most of them out. The reason I bring this up is because our local newspapers have put a feature in the online editions that allows readers to comment on the stories by posting their reactions online. Unfortunately, the people most willing to comment, are those least equipped to do so, from a language and temperment standpoint. These comments are loaded with all sorts of errors, spelling and otherwise. You would be amazed how many people don't understand that just because two words sound alike, they are not interchangeable. I won't provide examples sense there errors are two numerous too detail in to much depth and their isn't space hear. The frequent poster community is made up of a loose knit group of frustrated people with too much time on their hands. Some are one-issue posters. One guy is sure illegal aliens are what ails us and every story leads to illegals for him. The paper could do a story about road improvement and this guy would write a post about how if we didn't have illegals we wouldn't need better roads. Other posters are just nuts with an opinion on everthing. No wait, that's me. Half of the posters spend their time belittling their fellow posters. It is a kookie bunch. My theory is that the newspapers put this feature in to keep this band of about 10 or 20 regular posters from calling the newspaper. I think these same people used to call the reporters to vent their anger, and now they can do it online instead. Brilliant move by the newspaper guys. The lovely Mrs. Sneed put on a very nice get together for our family today to celebrate daughter-in-law Sneed's birthday. Older son Sneed, daughter-in-law Sneed, daughter Sneed, younger son Sneed, both Sneedlets, the lovely Mrs. S and yours truly were in attendance. It was great. Vagrant son Sneed was not present, as he never is. I don't often mention them, but there are three other Sneedlets, the children of this guy, that we don't have any real contact with. They live some distance from us with their mother's parents. In our family, we celebrate the adult's birthdays on the Sunday that precedes them. Often times we go out to eat as the celebration, but daughter-in-law Sneed didn't want a fuss, they decided they would come over, as usual. Instead of going out, which is almost no fuss, the lovely Mrs. Sneed did all the work, by planning, buying the gift, card and food and then cooking. Cooking is an infrequent occurrence in our home. Just because a person can cook, doesn't mean she should, however when she decides to, it is always good. My contribution was basically to do nothing, but I did it very well. If it wasn't for the lovely Mrs. Sneed and women everywhere, we wouldn't have any family traditions. In an all-male society there would only be two kinds of days. Workdays and days off. Tomorrow is one of those unfortunate workdays. Yuk. Merle. Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong and sometimes just full of it. Tag: Daily Life Personal Finance Humor