Things I’m blaming on Daylight Saving Time

The switch has come.  We lost a precious weekend hour (so not cool).  It takes at least a good solid week to adapt to the time change.  And to quit responding, “…but it’s really [insert a time one hour earlier than the clock time]” when asked the time.

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Stupid Daylight Saving Time

It’s that time of year again when we spring forward an hour.  That’s fancy talk for saying we lose one whole hour.  Sixty minutes.  Thirty six hundred seconds.  Gone.  But it’s okay because in November we fall back and gain an hour which makes everything alright.  Correct?  Nope.  As far as I can tell, no one is happy with this whole setup.

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Yes. I am Ms. Cranky Pants. Gotta problem with that?

I had the best of intentions to finally hand-off the tag game from a couple weeks ago.  But it ain’t gonna happen tonight.  The past two weeks have been uber-busy.  That’s teen talk.  I think it means the past two weeks have kicked my butt.  And there’s no relief in sight.

A month ago I took a week off work in hopes of magically making me a nice person again.  I used to be fairly nice.  Sometimes.  Not so much lately.  The week off actually helped a little.  And then there was Daylight Savings Time.  The older I get, the more evil and sinister that spring forward becomes.

Anyway, that was a two paragraph explanation as to why I’m phoning it in again tonight.  We have a big road trip planned with the Young Women tomorrow so I may be phoning it in all next week, also.  Next week will be my one year mark with CK’s Days!  So, I think that translates to a special “Week Review” of all the best CK’s Days has offered.  Hmm, possibly.

Getting back to the theme of the title, I do have a couple of things to vent.

One.  I went to see the Hunger Games.  I’m still reading the third book so the story is fresh in my head.  I’m not sure I cared for the movie that much.  It was a fairly literal translation from page to screen.  At least, as much as possible time-wise.  But it lacked…something.  Sure, there were a couple of scenes that “something got in my eye.”  Fine.  I cried.  But for the most part it was kinda blah. 

It didn’t help that a grandmother brought her five-ish year old grandchild and sat right in front of me.  Then she was appalled at the violence.  Um, this might be a bit of a spoiler alert but the story is about kids forced to kill other kids.  Like, kill them dead.  In very vicious ways.  It didn’t shock me because I READ THE BOOK.  As violent as the movie was, the book was even more violent.  If only there was a way for that grandma to have known beforehand what she was taking her charge to.  Some kind of internet thing to read reviews… or televison to see previews… or a libray to check out the book.

Other than that distraction,  the movie reminded me of the first Harry Potter movie.  So literal it was boring.  But that series picked up.  A bit.  And here’s the trivia I figured out once the characters got to the training center.  The actors that played Cato and Peeta have both worked with the Rock.  No, that doesn’t have anything to do with the movie.  That’s just how my mind works.  Too bad I can’t make a living out of all the useless movie trivia I have stored up there.  I’d. be. rich.

And yes, I am planning on seeing the sequel.  It will probably be better  since I will have forgotten about the book by then.

Two.  I didn’t want to post this clip but I have to so that you understand what I’m referencing.  However, I couldn’t watch the whole thing.   This went viral making fun of the wife.  I didn’t laugh.  I have had many moments when the dots just don’t connect.  Thankfully, I don’t have a jerk-husband to post those moments on the internet.  So, while I’m indulging in my crankiness, here’s the jerk-of-the-week award to the husband.  Wow!  This just proves my point that there are worse things than being single.

Okay, I think I’ve vented enough.  At any rate, I have to get to bed early.  I really can’t wake up on the wrong side of the bed tomorrow.  Besides, even I don’t like my cranky self.