I have this pet peeve, several actually, but right now, my focus is on pronunciation. When a word is pronounced incorrectly, it's like nails down a chalkboard for me. Seriously, it could drive me over the edge. Case in point: I watch the new Food Channel and I'm slowly starting to love it. Granted, my feeling is that the Food Network created this channel so that they could continue to bombard us with the usual celebrity chefs. I was hoping that the Food Channel would be a medium, as they initially advertised it, that would be used to showcase unheard of chefs, cuisines from different cultures, etc. But I digress. My issue, ladies and gentlemen, is with one particular personality on the Food Channel. I'm so annoyed with this dude that I don't even remember his name. I think his first name is Daryl. Well, Mr. Daryl has committed the sin of all sins. Wait for it...When he says the word Vodka, he says Voka. VOKA. Seriously? VODKA. Is that word really difficult to pronounce? I mean come on! Voka. I'll catch his show now and again, but as soon as I see that he has anything that has to do with VODKA, I quickly change the channel. So, imagine my surprise when he was showcasing beer. And at one particular establishment, he was demonstrating a mixed drink with beer. But one of the key ingredients, was, you guessed it, Vodka. So, he's mentioning all the things he's adding to the mix and when he said VOKA, I lost it. So, instead of being able to tell him where he could stick his VOKA, I'm ranting here, on blogville. lol. Just needed to get that off my chest. I swear, if anyone chooses to make a comment and in some way says VOKA in their comment, I'll excommunicate you. Oh yes, I have the power.
Setting my heart free
I'm going through a divorce and ending a marriage that lasted two years. Two long, hard and hurtful years. I married a monster, an evil man. When I say evil, I mean evil like when we were kids and we had to have on night lights because we were afraid of the boogeyman. That kind of evil. A man free of any sort of remorse. A man with no conscience. More on this character later. Trust me, I will totally spill the beans but things have to be in place first. Anyway, when my marriage first ended, I was of the mind that I was free and I could move on and find the one for me, the one to truly love me the way I'd always known I'd be loved, my soulmate. Needless to say, I'm still single. Sure there are men out there who are interested but the problem is, I'm not. I'm afraid. I'm afraid of giving away my heart. I'm afraid of trusting someone so completely and utterly. I'm afraid of being myself. With my soon to be ex-husband, I trusted him impli...
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LOL! My daugher Tom-tom is just like me, such a tease...it drives me mad.
@BSNC: he's american. lol. free him? neva! lol
@NJ: lol.