It's an ungodly hour, and here I post. Watch out for low-flying random topics.
Spelling. Amongst my friends, I am known as two things: a Tequila Snob (meaning I can only stand high-end stuff. No Cuervo for me, no thank you!) and a Spelling Snob. Let's discuss...
I don't spell correctly all the time. Sometimes I mix usages; for example, recently I used pour instead of poor. For the life of me, I have to consciously speak out loud words like "they're" (they are) or "definitely" (de-finite-ly).
What does proper spelling say to me though? It shows careful thought, it shows appreciation for language, it shows validation of one's education. I hereby embrace that I'm a Spelling Snob. So be it! I probably come across as arrogant to my friends. Oh well. I just appreciate fine spelling, and if that makes me conceited, I can deal.
Recently I have come up with Reasons to Stay in Utah. On the one hand, it's a relief because moving is always a pain. But on the other hand, it's very sad to me. I was dead set on high-tailing it out of here! I'm seeing some benefits to staying, though, and they've been occupying a large chunk of my thought scheme of late.
We haven't gotten any of our Halloween decorations out. We haven't purchased pumpkins for carving. Halloween is fast approaching, and I have yet to even acknowledge it. It's the 17th already?!? Sheesh.
There's some dog barking in the neighborhood. I wonder what his deal is? Doesn't he know he should be asleep? I also just heard the furnace turn on. Or rather, the air coming out of the ducts. It's getting chilly here at night, so we've had to use the furnace or our body parts will flash freeze and shatter when we roll out of bed at 7 am. I HATE 7 am. But I've mentioned that before.
"Lord let us out of this hall full of mirrors
Make it all clearer
Dont let us fall
In the middle of the night..."
-Jimmy Buffett Middle of the Night