I’m curious if others are experiencing this as of late.  The rat bastard spammers have now hit the text messaging world.  There’s a hitch though besides simply ignoring the messages.  Most cell phone plans still charge you by the text unless you pay for a set amount of monthly text messages.  For instance, we get charged 10 cents per text message.  I haven’t hit the point where it would be worth it to get the monthly text messaging fee but I do not like the fact that spammers are costing me money and might eventually force me to get T-Mobile’s text messaging package, even th ...

Even though we transplants have taken over metro Atlanta, there are still times that fully remind you that you’re still in the South.  No, I’m not talking about how it’s supposed to be almost frickin’ 80 degrees tomorrow.  I sure am not in the Thanksgiving mood yet with this unseasonably warm weather.

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I’ve got a new elevator behavior that I hadn’t posted previously.  It’s not an annoying habit of others; rather it’s more of a curiosity.  I’ve never understood the guy that stands with his nose a mere inch from either the front wall or door.  If your breath creates fog on the elevator door, you’re too close.  Why be this close to a public area where there have been multiple dirty hands and filthy coughs polluting the surface?  Is it because of shyness that you don’t want to make eye contact?  Is this person simply wanting to get out of the ele ...

Now that I know there isn’t a chance in hell of my paint job ever being complete, at least not through my shyster neighbor, I’ve decided to report his “business” to the Georgia Better Business Bureau.  Below is my final letter to him and I will edit this post if he replies.  Of course, when I get hoodwinked, like I did this time, my only satisfaction is now to tweak him in the only way “manly men” take offense – by calling out his manhood.  Here’s what I sent him last night.  For my contracting friends who read this, I don’t lump you in to the group I’ve listed below.

I have ranted on how age is quickly creeping up on my generation.  While in college, it was odd to see “up and coming superstars” who were my age splash onto the scene for any sport.  They were in the process of making millions while I was still making pyramids with beer cans and balancing my checkbook down to the last 7 cents.  It was at this time when I had a fraternity brother write a check for me for 16 cents to Columbia House (one of the few times I actually paid that company) since I didn’t have that much in my account.

It can be difficult to understand different dialects of our own language – whether it be southern or northeastern or British (AKA the King’s English).  In Scotland, it’s extremely difficult to decipher their version of English, which contains words we simply aren’t familiar with.  Slang is not only regional, it’s also generational.  If any of use said “Gag me with a spoon” to someone who is 18, they’d give you a blank stare, much like the response I got when I made a “Rock the Casbah” reference to a new college grad the other year.