I finally feel like myself again!

Before I down load pictures of the new place, I feel the need to vent. There is a word that most of you know I do not like. This past week I have heard a lot of it and now I must climb the ladder to my soap box and scream how I feel about this word to all who will listen, and those within hearing distance of my Madson lungs. For some of you this will not come as a surprise, but the word I would like to discuss is "should". Just what does this word mean to you? I googled it of course and this is what I came up with.

Should

We use 'should' for giving advice.

You should speak to him about it.
He should see a doctor.
We should ask a lawyer.

We use 'should' to give an opinion or a recommendation.

He should resign now.
We should invest more in Asia.
They should do something about this terrible train service.

'Should' expresses a personal opinion and is much weaker and more personal than 'must' or 'have to'. It is often introduced by ' I think'.

I think they should replace him.
I don't think they should keep the contract.
Do you think we should tell her.

I do not see any where that says we can use, or "should" use this word as follows;

My keys should be there.

This should work.

This should take care of your problem.

For those of you who knew Mrs. Davis, you know she would be ASHAMED of our use of this word. That is NOT the proper use of this word. If any of you disagree with me, please let me know so that I can straighten you out. I have heard this word from too many people this week and my family now thinks it is a joke to use around Mom because that vein on the side of her head pokes out and her left eye starts to twitch. Very funny! Because of the use of this wonderful word (if used in the correct text) I had to reim someone for using it. You are right! I HAVE been trying not to be that mean person from my past, but I could not help myself this time! It was out of my control to use their words against them! It was as if they were begging me to say these things! OK, I will tell you the story, but remember how I hate to tell stories! ;) We moved our cable T.V. to our new house (I "shouldn't" use the words new house because THAT other place was not a house and no matter how hard I tryed I could not make it a home either.) and had to have their tech come out and take care of it. He spent 5 hours here and when he left, nothing was working but the cable companies ability to bill me. So I calmly got on the phone and called them. (OK, try to image me doing this calmly. It helps the story.) I got to the person who could help me, notice I did not use the word should? And then proceeded to let them in on my disgust with what was happening at my home. I also let them in on the thoughts that were crossing my mind of sending back their reciever boxes and letting them go on their way without my money. (Yes I know, try it again. Close your eyes and play along with me ok?) See we have not been with them a month (momfff) yet and could end my contract at any time within that 30 days. I got the feeling that they could see that on their computers as I was telling them this so they promptly started to use the word in the most incorrect way possible and told me that what they were going to do "should" fix the problem. So I nicely told them (this time you do not have to try, I tried a friends suggestion of giving someone enough rope to hang themselves and be quiet and wait for the right time to pull on the rope.) should was not a word that was appropiate for this and I wanted them to tell me that it would or would not fix the problem. Not "should". Just say what you mean, don't try to butter me up and get my hopes up! It either will or will not fix the problem! Dang it! Sorry, potty mouth. This fine young gentleman then proceeded to tell me that he was sorry. By this time I was completely out of control and told him that I agreed, he was sorry. Opps again! After he discovered that he could not fix my problem, (see how that word would only make someone now in this situtation more angry? "This should fix the problem that you are already a little irritated about." And then does not, making them more than a little irritated later.) he made another mistake and asked me if he had taken care of the reason I called Dish today (my guess this is something they have to ask every caller, their mistake, not mine) of course the answer was wrong to which he asked how he could further help me. Ignorant little peasant, does he not smell that? That is the smell of sarcasm rearing it's ugly head. I told him that he could give me back the 5 hours that was wasted having someone in my home that did nothing but bother all of us. And that he could give me back the money I was spenting on something that I could not use and he could explain to Dylan why he could STILL not watch cartoons. (We all know how much fun it is to explain anything to a six year old, specially Dylan.) This young man that was now shown the light of who he was dealing with, told me that he was not authorized to do that so. I asked him to get me to the person who was authorized to do that. Apparently this department talks only a little to each other so this young woman who I was transfered to knew what was going on and gave me a credit on my account of $140.00 and then stepped in it. Telling me that she was sorry for what was happening to me, to which I told her that she "should" be. I know straight to hell for that one. And I thought that it was over until she asked me if she had taken care of the problem I had called about. I know, I know! I did control it enough to only say to her that I did not know how she wanted me to answer that since I still had to experience the day I had because of their tech and I still did not have any T.V. stations. She was not a fast learner because she said she was sorry again, .... yes I did. After that she started to ask me again the guestion about whether or not she had helped me but stopped herself and then told me that she hoped I have a nice evening. I let that one go and ended the phone call. Yes I also have a thing about using the term "I'm sorry" at the wrong time as well. But that one I blame on therapy. Other than that, my life could not be any better. We have Allie back (a story for another day, I can only be on this soap box for so long before my nose starts to bleed. It's high up here!) and the T.V. and internet is restored and we are all moved in and going on about life as normal (well as normal as my family getts). We are gearing up for the family reunion this weekend. I am not thinking about the fact that the trooper is still not fixed, I will think about that Thursday night or Friday morning. No, can't think about it Friday morning. I have to go to the DMV and take the driving test again to get my Oregon license. Our insurance company gave us 30 days to get them or else!!! That and Eric had to renew his on his 37th birthday, which is this weekend. I know! Such a young woman being married to an old man!! I am only 21 you know, right Jan? ;) Catch you all later!