Pet Peeve...is it justified or not?

Someone please tell me! Maybe all these years I have been wrong. Maybe the grammar police just haven't taken the time to stop and say "Fred-o, you are wrong...you are way off base." So, bloggers out there in the virtual blogging world...tell me so I can leave my pet peeve at the door and never pick it up again.

Here it is...

When someone says to you "Peter Pumpkin Eater and I have been dating 2 years and I thought he loved me but he took Mary Poppins to a movie last night and I could care less." WHAT DOES THAT MEAN????

Could care less? Does that not imply that you do care but could care less? Shouldn't it be COULDN'T care less? Are you trying to say there is no room in your life for more caring and that all the care is gone?

"...he took Mary Poppins to a movie last night and I could not care less."

Please someone out there in the blogging abyss stop my madness!! Tell me what is correct before I haul off and smack the next person that is attempting to brag about her lack of care for what some poor smuck has or has not done! Can she care less or not??

The Little Things

How many times do we remember the little things? I often wonder how many times people that are contemplating divorce stop and remember the little things their spouse does for them before they think "Oh, my life is so boring!" or "They just aren't the same person I married!".

If you intend to read my insignificant blog, occasionally you will find "Little Things". The "Little Things" are things Trek does for me or that I love about him. Trek is not perfect, but he is perfect for me. Our life is not perfect, but whose is?? We have been married 15 years in September and I would not change that for all the money, fame or friends in the world.

So, here is my first installment...

Over the weekend, Trek and I, along with our kidlets, went to Chattanooga for a mini-vacation. The first morning, I came out of our hotel and got in our SUV where Trek and kidlets were loaded, ready for the day's outings. On the dash, already programmed into the "crazy woman in a box" (Garmin Nuvi navigator thingy that screams instructions over and over and makes us want to kill ourselves and everyone around us...another day, another story...sorry I digress) was the nearest Starbucks. Trek pulled out of the hotel parking lot and went directly to the homeland before we began our day of kidlet entertaining. He knows I like...okay love...okay am completely addicted to their caffeine injected desserts in a plastic cup disguised as drinks for which I willingly fork over an insane amount of money to digest. I didn't ask, he just knew life would be happier with me in a caffeine induced coma!

Ten Years

Ten years ago today, my father died. He had been sick for quite a while so it wasn't completely unexpected, but it hurt just the same. Sickness, death, and the carnage we all leave behind when we go can be overwhelming.

I came to my parents late in life for my dad. He was in his early 50's when I was born. I think he was a more patient, caring father because of the place he was in his life. I thought he hung the moon and from my prospective, I think the feeling was mutual.

Life tends to take turns you could never predict. Sometimes real life seems more bizarre than any soap opera you could imagine. Over the last ten years, I have tried to put my dad in a little box in the back of my heart. He's there. I just don't know how to open the box and recall memories from what seems like a lifetime ago. Afraid that if I do, I won't be fit to live with in the present.

But today, just for a moment, here's a tribute to Dad. For the years of love, sorrow, happiness and pain you brought into my life. Thanks...I love you.