I'll Apologize In Advance

This is going to be a random rant of the things that get on my nerves. I'm sorry, but it's got to be done. I have a very nice evening planned and I worry that if I don't vent at this very moment, I might not make for pleasant conversation later. I promise that this won't get nasty or rude (much), but if you want to move on at this point for more pleasant things to consider, please feel free. I'll never know.

I saw a kid at Walmart today wearing a t-shirt that proudly proclaimed, Blame It On My Parents. I didn't know who I wanted to shake more~ the kid who will no doubt blame it on his parents, or the parents that let him wear that shirt to begin with.

In another aisle, I couldn't get through. A minimum of four people were arguing in something other than English while another bystander talked on the phone about something that had nothing to do with the forty different jars of spaghetti sauce she was examining. On the way out, a small toddler was clutching a cart while stomping her feet and crying loudly while the lady with her carried on her own conversation on the phone.

Just another Saturday at an overly crowded neighborhood Walmart.
I know better than to get out on a day like today.
Maybe I'm just mad at myself.

I'm also growing weary of Facebook. Well, maybe not so much Facebook, but just the never ending abundance of personal information that some people think everybody in their virtual world needs to know. Am I going too far here? Sometimes I literally wait for someone to update their status with the announcement that they are entering the bathroom. And then maybe update what they did in there. Lord help us all if they decide to tag a picture of that one.

And yes, I will post this to Facebook like I always do on the premise that my mom is my biggest fan. And no, I won't deactivate my Facebook account, although if I trim my friend list any more, it will be down to my immediate family of four (the husband avoids any kind of social network like the plague) and my mom and brother. And probably my friend down the street and a few from back home. That would leave me with a total of ten friends and a whole lot of what's the point in this? I guess I'll leave things alone and just continue to sort through the stuff of everybody's everyday life. On the plus side, I might have an idea who follows me through Facebook if my friend list started decreasing on its own.

Of course, that would be sad, too.
Now I have guilt.
Maybe I should blame it on my parents.