Laugh Out Louders
On Saturday night Staci and I had more than a few quite interesting conversations. One of which I thought I'd like to share with all you strangers from Canada, Europe, California, Massachusetts, Michigan, and all the Texas cities that I'm pretty sure I know NO ONE in that read my blog. Whatev.
Alright. All you "LOL"ers... (Laugh Out Loud)
Let me tell you how much I hate this acronym. You will never find it in my blog as a serious term. You may find it as a jab or joke, but I will never say "LOL" in this blog without being facetious. I find "LOL" thrown around all too often. While gmailing (this is gmail chatting) with my friends while at work (yes, I'm a VERY busy woman) I hear this term probably no less than 50 times a day. If I stopped to ask the typee every time they hit "LOL" on their keyboard and sent it over to me if they are REALLY laughing out loud at what I just said I'd have no time to talk about other things. So I let the numerous "LOL"s slide. I can only think of a handful of times when I actually laughed OUT LOUD at something a friend had sent to me via gmail or any other method of text. So in typing "LOL" does one REALLY "laugh out loud?" If you are "LOL"ing as much as you type, you are no doubt deemed the crazy person at your place of employment. This is followed by co-workers wondering what you are laughing about, and eventually telling your boss how annoying it is that you are "LOL"ing every 5 minutes, ultimately leading to your termination. If this is the case, no one would have jobs! So I KNOW for a FACT that all you "LOL"ers are NOT really laughing out loud, because if you all were, we'd be in a state of depression. Not that we aren't headed there, but that's neither here nor there. If I think something is funny I will let you know by the number of "ha ha"s I text back to you. Thus making it so much easier to gauge how hard I'm REALLY laughing. This also goes for "ROFL" (Rolling On Floor Laughing) or "LMAO" (Laughing My Ass Off). All as extremely gay as their originator "LOL".
This brings up a few other terms I can not stand in text methods.
The next one being the term "preggers." Sean and I are going to start trying to make babies here before too long and let me tell you right now... DO NOT call me "preggers" or "prego" when I am knocked up. I will for sure stab you with whatever utensil is closest to me. Count on it. Hell, call me "sperminated" or "man batter catcher" ANYTHING is better than "prego" or "preggers." Oh, excuse me, I just vomited in my mouth a little. Prego, isn't that a spaghetti sauce?
I can guarantee you I'm gonna hear it from SEVERAL people when the time comes and it will take all of my power to not gut punch these people right in their uterus and/or man business.
Anyway, on a lighter note, I have to help move my grandparents stuff from Canadian (no, this is NOT Canada, far from it actually) this weekend. I can't begin to tell you how excited I am about the 7 hr. drive ONE WAY. But The Hubs and I are happy to help. That's what family is for right? Plus Sean and I are getting their old fridge which we are stoked about! YES! AN ICE MAKER! I can't begin to tell you how much not having an ice maker sucks. Man, I'm spoiled. But the new fridge is a side by side door and has the water and ice dispensers on the front, so this will be nice.
What sucks is Sean and I will miss my friend Jennifer's birthday. :(
I'm sure the party will go on without me.
Though, I'm sure I wouldn't call it a "party" without me...
Not really though.
Oh man I'm so LOLing right now.
Not really again.