Welcome to Wine & Cheese, my weekly, Wednesday whine session.
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 69th serving of some wine and cheese!
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WINE
😦 I have got to find a way to help Kentucky drivers realize that it is perfectly acceptable to do the speed limit. I don’t mean exceeding the limit and speeding, I mean getting the vehicle up to that limit, achieve that which is posted! 10 mph under is just flat out uncalled for, really! Come on, give it a try, it’s liberating!
😦 I had the non-bucket list experience of being on the ferry during a severe thunderstorm. I could see the sky was turning very dark grey, nearly black, as the storm was moving in, but I really did think that I’d be on the other side of the river in the blue grass state when it hit. I was off just a bit in my estimation, it hit just after the ferry had pulled away from the shore and was on it’s way. Windy, the rain was coming down so hard you could barely see from one end of the ferry to the other (it only holds 3 rows of about 6 cars each to give you a feel for it’s size). It rocked quite a bit too. Being one that gets motion sick, this is not a real treat, especially combined with fear of water I cannot see the bottom. I was pretty sure we were all going to die. Obviously I was wrong.
😦 I often say in winter that I am NOT going to complain about the weather in summer, as there is nothing I hate like being cold. But humidity is another issue. I really do not mind high, hot temperatures one bit, but humidity so thick that you feel like you are walking through warm pudding sucks! I am not happy.
😦 I am so tired of this hot flash crap that goes with menopause. I swear my core body temperature is comparable to that of the surface of the sun. The boyfriend found that highly amusing when I said it. I did not find it amusing when he had set the A/C up higher one day. 70 degrees, my adorable Knight, no higher. Even that is pushing it.
CHEESE
🙂 Every morning I get a sweet, sometimes funny, but full of love text from my Knight. I lock them so they don’t get deleted and want to figure out how to save them to my computer. I just love them.
🙂 Got my hair cut yesterday. Not sure why, but that always makes me feel good!
🙂 Farts – they are funny! Sure, they can be smelly, and even deadly. The Knight claims to fart tulips. Personally, I fart fairy dust, fun fairy dust. The ex-hub used to discipline our kids if they broke wind around folks – do it in the bathroom or your bedroom. Okay I’m big on being polite if you have to fart, walk away and let it go, then stand there a few so you don’t drag it back into the fold with you. If you are in the store, with someone, be kind and send them away if you plan to crop dust the aisle. Farting is funny but please, use some courtesy. I am beginning to think my ex husband is such an uptight crab because he doesn’t blast one off more often and manage to find the humor in it. A rather involved discussion of farting had me laughing so hard my sides hurt last night, thanks to some high fiber energy bars I purchased at the grocery store, and then dinner at Buffalo Wings. I made the mistake of asking why the Knight’s meal was call The Triple Threat. Seems it is a triple threat to one’s digestive pressure release valve. The jokes continued and kept me up later than I wanted to be awake. But laughter keeps us healthy! The act of farting itself was NOT a part of the discussion. I’m still laughing this morning.
DESSERT
If you think otherwise, maybe you need to loosen up and let one rip.
Marti Gardner 