I’m so sick of……

….mowing my grass. I wish winter would get here already so the grass will stop growing. And the weeds. I’m soooooo sick of pulling weeds.

I’m sick of lying in bed at night listening to the dog three blocks over barking his head off. Man, that is one loud dog. I can only imagine what it must be like to live right next door to him. Why aren’t the people next door raising hell about it? Well, maybe they are and they’re just having a hard time getting the City to do anything about it.

And speaking of noise, I’m so sick of the thumpers going by at all hours of the day and night. How anyone can stand sitting in a car with the stereo pounding that loud I’ll never know. Frankly, I don’t really care. All I care about is that the windows in my house rattle when they drive within 5 or 6 blocks of my house and my chest vibrates along with the beat. That’s invasive and I’m sick of it.

I’m sick of Condoleezza Rice and her holier-than-thou, don’t-dare-question-me attitude. No particular item on my mind – not even her recent snotty remarks about the International Atomic Energy Agency – this is just a general observation. That pretty much goes for the entire Bush Administration, by the way.

I’m sick of drivers who don’t use their turn signals. And while I’m on the subject of drivers, I’m sick of drivers who:
Change lanes without looking to see if there is already someone else in that lane,
Feel they have a right to completely stop traffic just because they missed their exit and they want to hop across 4 lanes of traffic,
Drive 5 miles below the speed limit in the fast lane,
Drive 20 miles over the speed limit in every lane,
Ride my bumper so close I keep expecting them to reach up and change the station on my radio,
Dig around on the floor board of their car at traffic lights so that they miss when the light turns green and leave half of the cars in line trapped by the next red light,
Try and force their way into the ½ car length between me and the car in front of me when there is a space at least 4 car lengths wide right behind me.

I’m sick of people at work stopping by my desk to tell me every little detail of their lives up to the current minute. People, believe me when I tell you, I don’t care!!

I’m sick of trying to stretch a dollar five different ways.

I’m sick of trying to stretch a gallon of gas 10 different ways.

I’m sick of fighting fleas. And my poor cats are sick of it, too.

I’m sick of the lettuce growers/packagers causing a new e-coli scare every couple of months.

I’m sick of people who jump on a bandwagon – any bandwagon – without really knowing the full scope of the issue and beat that drum for all they are worth.

I’m sick of hearing about Britney, Lindsey, Paris and now, Vanessa.

And I am heartily sick of hearing about what a travesty it was that James Spader won the Emmy for Best Actor in a Drama Series instead of James Gandolfini. James Spader is the very best of an absolutely brilliant show, which is, in my opinion, really saying something. And please note that this is a die-hard William Shatner fan saying this (I refer you to my previous work, Ode To The Shatner’s Cuddly Little Body). Spader plays a character who is intelligent, insightful, witty, charming, wicked and pretty darned sexy – and he does so brilliantly. Just because this year was James Gandolfini’s last chance for an Emmy as part of the cast of “The Sopranos” does not mean that James Spader was a totally undeserving winner. So, knock it off, all you eaters of sour grapes!!!!

I’m also kind of sick of blogging. Not really sick of it – just a little burned out.

Was this entire post simply an excuse to have my say about James Spader? Yeah, pretty much. But it felt really good to get all that other stuff off my chest.