Suziecreamcheese Sings the Blues

It just astonishes me.   I was raised by parents who valued education, who took delight in reading books and learning new things, who tried very hard to appear intelligent and had no patience with people who “acted stupid.” 
Mother corrected our grammar, our spelling, our pronunciation of words.   Poppa read all the time – and when he spoke about something, he usually spoke with knowledge of the facts.  (I never could persuade him that professional wrestling was fake, but otherwise, the man was smart!)

It broke their hearts when grandchildren chose to quit school, to have babies out of wedlock, to work at entry level jobs and have no ambition to ever go further.    My father worked in a factory, my mother stayed home with the kids.  There wasn’t a ton of money, but the bills got paid, we had food and shelter, clothing, and we made our own entertainment.   We didn’t need Starbucks, we didn’t need unlimited data plans for our phones – we didn’t even have phones, how did we survive?

I’ve stopped counting the number of times I see “your” and “you’re,”  and “their, they’re and there” misused in a day.   I’ve stopped correcting most of them.   I was unfriended by someone this past week because I corrected him – and hurt his widdle feewings.   Poor baby, it’s sad to be stupid and sensitive all at the same time.   

Yes, I said “stupid.”  I know that’s not politically correct.  I also know it’s true.  When it becomes a point of pride to announce that you “don’t care about all that spelling and grammar nonsense, what are you, a teacher or something?”  then I don’t want to know you.   

Unfriending – such a silly thing.   If you don’t want to be my friend, you don’t need to read what I post – so don’t go crying off into the sunset about how the wicked witch blocked you.  

And that brings me to one more rant.   I’d like to find out who started these stupid “memes” and slap them.   If you have to keep telling everyone what a badass, or what a bitch you are, you might want to ask who you’re trying to convince.  If you were really all that bad, we’d know without you telling us.  

So there’s this whole huge thing about donating to ASL or dumping ice water on your head and people are going nuts doing it.   

Am I the only one who sees this as a very subtle way of bullying people into giving up money?  I don’t have $100 to donate.  I don’t really want to dump ice on myself.    I choose my causes.   I’m not saying this isn’t a good cause, it is.   I just don’t like being “challenged” to do something I don’t want to do, and being made to feel like a bad person because I don’t want to do it. 

I’m thrilled that people are donating money.  I hope they find a cure for this disease.  I just don’t think this is the way to go about raising money.  Yeah, it works.  That doesn’t make it a good idea.

And it’s called pain

I’ve been living in pain for a week

I don’t like this place

I don’t like it one bit

I somehow managed to bring on an attack of sciatica.   The sciatic nerve is apparently the largest, or one of the largest, in your body, running from mid back down the buttocks and legs.   Don’t irritate that bitch, it’s stronger than all of you.   I don’t have any clue what caused this, but it needs to go away.    It’s the nights that are bad.   If I could sleep standing up, I’d maybe get some rest.   I climb in bed, and it starts, I can’t get comfortable, can’t find a position where my back and right hip aren’t screaming.   

It feels like a ball of fire in the middle of my back, sending flames out to my right hip and down my leg. 

I don’t deal well with pain.   I cry.   I weep.   I scream at the universe and beg all the saints and departed relatives to help, to take this away.   

It’s not a pretty sight.

I’m not ready to be reminded of my age.   I’m not ready to be old and infirm.   I don’t have time for this – it has to get fixed, now.