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I feel like ranting. I know, we're not "supposed" to do it here. But I don't really follow directions/rules/authority. As a matter of fact, the first thing I do when someone tells me not to do something is pretty much to do it. Hubby figured that out long ago. Can't remember what it was about, but a conversation ensued with him eventually saying: "Why would I tell you no to that? Then you'd be certain to do it." He was right. If someone tells me I can't do something, I will try my damndest to prove them wrong. So take that naysayers!

Who is the authority on all this blogging anyway? I kinda thought the point of blogging was like an online diary, only for all my sneaky younger brothers and sisters of the world to see. Not that you all are younger than me...Ahem!

Blogging is not the gist of my current rant, believe it or not. I will start with a story. It seems off track, but you know be by now. I always have a point (okay just play along) and I always get there. Maybe. Sometimes. Bah.

I realize that my posts have had the ending of a mystery novel chapter. A bad one, and poorly written one. You know, those faint hints of something amiss without the slightest clue to what that something could be. (This will eventually become my rant, follow along if you can).

The last week here has been weird and trying and, well, weird is the best word. I'm still kind of in a floaty shock feeling. Rest assured, I am not plotting anyone's death by poison, I've no plans of running away with the UPS guy, and my car is not being repossessed (kinda hard when it's paid for).

You live day to day; the world spins around, hubby goes to work, bills get paid, groceries get shopped for, dinner gets made, and, if my family is really super lucky, laundry gets done. Rinse and repeat. Then one day that's not what happens.

Disclaimer (pretend this is really tiny writing and read it in a small voice): I will not go into actual details for personal reasons, but I won't be nearly as vague as previous posts.

Instead, hubby goes to work and gets a phone call from an old friend. A friend who left their mundane middle-of-the-road job for bigger and better things. Friend offers these big things to hubby. And it seems to good to be true. Friend sends much proof and makes promises, and hubby has always trusted friend. These big things suddenly become to good to pass up.

It's a scary thing to jump ship from a comfy cabin into the murky waters of what-if in these crazy times. But, we have. So there you have it, no big mystery, hubby got a new job, basically - sort of. And it's scary and exciting all at once.

Haha! We come to the edge of pier. Let's jump in.

You know those Facebook staus updates that annoy the crap out of me? Sure you do. The ones that go something like this:

That's it. I quit. Why is the color orange doing this to me. Please help.
or
That was the meanest thing ever. People suck and life sucks.

What the hell are you quitting, what has Orange done this time, and who is mean dammit? Freaking tell me something. Or don't tell me anything. I don't really care.

It makes me wonder, what do these people hope to accomplish? Because my first thought is...ohhhh, they want all of their friends to jump into comments:

Like, omg, what's up? I hope you're okay.

U k? Please, please say something.

I can come right over, please let me know if soemthing is wrong. I'm so sorry Orange is such an asshole.

I'm totally worried about you. I love you. You're the best ever.

Giant pity party! Blech. I don't do that, I just get pissed at the person. I'm more of a suck it up kinda gal, if you haven't already figured that out by this point. If you need to talk, or rant, go for it. Just let me know what it's about. I'd love to help you through a hard time if I can.

More aggravating is their next post:

Awesome! Lost is on tonight and my BFF is coming over for a girl party. It's been a super day!

What? What! Twenty minutes ago life sucked and you were giving up. What?

I feel so much better, thanks for listening, cause you know, you had no choice and all.

So do these posts annoy you? Does FB in general annoy you? Do you make these posts every day - and if you do, could you pease give me your motivation. Or do I just have PMS?