Wednesday, March 2, 2011
I just can't decide if I like this new phone. I am having a really hard time texting on it. I guess maybe I'm just too clumsy for the total touch screen texting thing, idk. Either way, I have to exchange it either for the same phone, or another type of phone, because the one I have keeps having brain farts and seizing up on me and the keyboard screen will start flashing when I'm trying to type on it. Beautiful little storm trooper phone, mine is white. Sure wish I could master the tiny touch screen text buttons.....
The fun grammar nazi!!! I love love love me some Hyperbole and a Half!!!!!
I really want to go snow shoeing right now.
Some days I feel strong and positive like I can take on the whole world, and other days notsomuch.
My meds REALLY upset my stomach, no matter what I do to try and avoid it. Blech.
I feel awful. I got mad and yelled at LabPup yesterday morning, and now he sorta cringes every time I go near him. I didn't hit him or anything at all, just said "Goddammit Milo, get your ASS over here!!" because he was chasing the cats instead of coming with me to his yard and I was almost late to work. Nothing says "you're a sh*tty person" like your own dog cowering from you. Jeez.
Papoose #2 and I have managed to be on time to school and work all week so far. That is a dang record for us. I don't know why, but the past few months we have had one heck of a time getting out of the house on time. Must be because I feel so crummy and have a hard time lighting a fire under my a*s to get up and get moving.
I loathe being late anywhere.
Question for everyone??? If a person really WANTS to change but for some reason has a hard time finding the inner strength or self control or what have you to actually make the changes, do you think that any kind of therapy can help them? Is there any way to rewire your mind and attitude despite yourself and your shortcomings? I welcome all thoughts.
Humpety Hump Hump Hump
G'Day, All.
I have never bothered to really pay attention to gas prices. I've just always had the attitude it is what it is and I need the d*mn gas to get to wherever it is I'm going so why b*tch about it or drive around like a loon wasting gas looking for lower gas prices.
I think Mr. Corner did a good job of explaining things to the ignoramous that thinks he's banking off of the oil prices shooting up. Very patient of you, Corner.
Jar cracks me up. Just sayin.
Crazy bad sucks about the fish getting poisoned around his little hovel of a home though. Hate to see that happening. I sure as hell hope those gulls do a good cleanup job or that place is gonna reek.
Lake Tahoe is gorgeous.
I'm going to live there.
Not even kidding. You watch me.
Had another case of a retard pulling out in front of me on the highway and proceeding to go 40 miles per. I'm telling you, someday I'm gonna ram a bastard.
Out of respect for Mister Wonderful's "I don't give a f*ck" response to my asking him what he'd like me to cook for him on Sunday night, I haven't cooked dinner all week. Papoose #2 thinks she has died and gone to heaven, having permission to eat cereal for dinner. MW finally broke down and asked what was for dinner last night and I told him "I DON'T GIVE A F*CK"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh Lordy.....now that right there was THERAPY, my friends.
This is my blog, and I can and will blog absolutely anything and everything that I want to. BUT. One of the things I am so desperately working on in myself is letting go of feeling responsible for everyone elses feelings. I have caught myself censoring or apologizing here, when there really is no reason for that. Thank you, Jar, for reminding me of that.
So if I say anything that offends anyone, I am sorry you are offended. But I will not be sorry for saying it. I have made some interesting acquaintances and a few actual friends via the blogosphere, and I am more thankful for them and grateful to them than they will ever know. I love it, and I hope that if I ever say anything that offends them or hurts them in any way, they will say something to me about it personally. Because I would never do or say anything to hurt anyone intentionally, and would hope for the opportunity to explain any misunderstandings.
But everyone else can piss off, if you don't like what I say, get the f*ck out of the fast lane and step off my back in the donut line!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I miss the comments and advice Mr. Answers offered up before. I wonder why I never hear from him anymore? Perhaps he thinks me a lost cause, and is one of the offended ones.....hmmmmm.
Mr. Corner is one of the ones I sometimes worry about offending with my potty mouth and foul attitude, but he seems to be fairly patient with it. Just tells me to take my meds. Haha
Jar is.....well, JAR.
My dear gf Kathleen always has my back and is understanding of my insanity. She's good people too.
Any time I get to feeling sorry for myself with this medical crap and not feeling well, I think of Mess and tone my pity party sh*t down immediately. Wow, to be dealing with all of that. D*amn. Keep up the good fight, Mess, praying for all good things. Chicken dance be damned.
I've enjoyed Chele's comments. Although I posted one the other day and it was removed. Hoping I didn't miss something about not wanting it posted? Idk. Sorry.
And to all of the people that I know read this drivel every day but don't comment???? Come on, grab your balls and comment. I won't bite. I know you are reading it and have opinions, knock yourself out.
Have a good one guys. I'm sure I'll come up with more crap to bore you with later on.
I have never bothered to really pay attention to gas prices. I've just always had the attitude it is what it is and I need the d*mn gas to get to wherever it is I'm going so why b*tch about it or drive around like a loon wasting gas looking for lower gas prices.
I think Mr. Corner did a good job of explaining things to the ignoramous that thinks he's banking off of the oil prices shooting up. Very patient of you, Corner.
Jar cracks me up. Just sayin.
Crazy bad sucks about the fish getting poisoned around his little hovel of a home though. Hate to see that happening. I sure as hell hope those gulls do a good cleanup job or that place is gonna reek.
Lake Tahoe is gorgeous.
I'm going to live there.
Not even kidding. You watch me.
Had another case of a retard pulling out in front of me on the highway and proceeding to go 40 miles per. I'm telling you, someday I'm gonna ram a bastard.
Out of respect for Mister Wonderful's "I don't give a f*ck" response to my asking him what he'd like me to cook for him on Sunday night, I haven't cooked dinner all week. Papoose #2 thinks she has died and gone to heaven, having permission to eat cereal for dinner. MW finally broke down and asked what was for dinner last night and I told him "I DON'T GIVE A F*CK"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh Lordy.....now that right there was THERAPY, my friends.
This is my blog, and I can and will blog absolutely anything and everything that I want to. BUT. One of the things I am so desperately working on in myself is letting go of feeling responsible for everyone elses feelings. I have caught myself censoring or apologizing here, when there really is no reason for that. Thank you, Jar, for reminding me of that.
So if I say anything that offends anyone, I am sorry you are offended. But I will not be sorry for saying it. I have made some interesting acquaintances and a few actual friends via the blogosphere, and I am more thankful for them and grateful to them than they will ever know. I love it, and I hope that if I ever say anything that offends them or hurts them in any way, they will say something to me about it personally. Because I would never do or say anything to hurt anyone intentionally, and would hope for the opportunity to explain any misunderstandings.
But everyone else can piss off, if you don't like what I say, get the f*ck out of the fast lane and step off my back in the donut line!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I miss the comments and advice Mr. Answers offered up before. I wonder why I never hear from him anymore? Perhaps he thinks me a lost cause, and is one of the offended ones.....hmmmmm.
Mr. Corner is one of the ones I sometimes worry about offending with my potty mouth and foul attitude, but he seems to be fairly patient with it. Just tells me to take my meds. Haha
Jar is.....well, JAR.
My dear gf Kathleen always has my back and is understanding of my insanity. She's good people too.
Any time I get to feeling sorry for myself with this medical crap and not feeling well, I think of Mess and tone my pity party sh*t down immediately. Wow, to be dealing with all of that. D*amn. Keep up the good fight, Mess, praying for all good things. Chicken dance be damned.
I've enjoyed Chele's comments. Although I posted one the other day and it was removed. Hoping I didn't miss something about not wanting it posted? Idk. Sorry.
And to all of the people that I know read this drivel every day but don't comment???? Come on, grab your balls and comment. I won't bite. I know you are reading it and have opinions, knock yourself out.
Have a good one guys. I'm sure I'll come up with more crap to bore you with later on.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Have A Good Evening, All
I apologize for my foul humor of late. I'm really not that awful, just some things creep under my skin and over time irritate until the shiny wears off and I have an outburst.
Normally, I am nice to a fault. I get sh*t on, ALOT. Normally, I let everything roll off of my back and turn the other cheek.
I've not been feeling well for a long time now. I am under alot of stress with MW and working seven days a week and worrying about money.
Still, that is no excuse for bad behavior, and I apologize.
I do not, however, promise to never do it again.
So there.
Have a good evening everyone. Life is good.
(cabin in the woods, the real deal, plenty of grocery money, kids through college, pedicures, new tires when i need them......) *mantra*
Normally, I am nice to a fault. I get sh*t on, ALOT. Normally, I let everything roll off of my back and turn the other cheek.
I've not been feeling well for a long time now. I am under alot of stress with MW and working seven days a week and worrying about money.
Still, that is no excuse for bad behavior, and I apologize.
I do not, however, promise to never do it again.
So there.
Have a good evening everyone. Life is good.
(cabin in the woods, the real deal, plenty of grocery money, kids through college, pedicures, new tires when i need them......) *mantra*
On A Kinder and Gentler Note
In light of Corner and Jar's comments on my last post, I would like to say:
Have a beautiful and stress free day today, everyone. Be kind to each other and remember your manners.
Life is good, stress interferes with that.
"OOOHHHHHHMMMMMM"
There, I feel SO much better now!!!
I WARNED you all that I need therapy.
Off to take my meds now. Teehee.
Have a beautiful and stress free day today, everyone. Be kind to each other and remember your manners.
Life is good, stress interferes with that.
"OOOHHHHHHMMMMMM"
There, I feel SO much better now!!!
I WARNED you all that I need therapy.
Off to take my meds now. Teehee.
Back The F*ck Off, B*tch!!!!
So I'm in charge of picking up the donuts for our monthly safety meeting at Job#1. It never damn fails when I go in there, I wait my turn in line patiently, which is saying alot sometimes because some people have no idea that other folks don't think their children are nearly as freaking ADORABLE as they do while they stand there discussing every freaking donut in the case while other people stare at their watches, just wanting to get their sugar fix and get to work.....
Then, inevitably, it's my turn and I walk up and request one dozen glazed and one dozen chocolate, easy peasy lemon squeezy. She throws the donuts in the boxes, expert donut slinger that she is, I pay and ATTEMPT to turn around to walk out of the store with my donuts and some dumb COW will be standing RIGHT ON TOP OF ME so I can't even turn away from the counter.
Now, just exactly how much of a f*cking hurry can you possibly be in to get your donut or piggie on, that you have to stand right on top of a perfect stranger??? That's what I want to know.
This morning it pissed me off so bad I actually said something. Usually I just wait for them to move the hell out of the way so I can get away from the counter and leave the store. Today wasn't that kind of day. This morning it was a "lady, I don't put out on the first date, now do you MIND backing the hell off of me???!!!" kind of day.
I'm sorry if that was rude, but damn, people just need to have better manners.
It would make life easier on the rest of us. Those of us who go through life being gracious and minding our manners and being courteous to others. So many people just don't have any class or manners anymore.
And they are raising sh*tty little rude turds that are going to be JUST LIKE THEM.
You see them all over the place. You can't go anywhere anymore without having to deal with rude trashy people.
Last night, Papoose #2 and I were at IGA waiting patiently in line in the pharmacy line to pick up my medicine. There was a gal in line in front of us, looked to be in her early 20's. She had a litter of four with her, every one of them wreaking havoc and causing all sorts of chocolate and snot covered chaos on the store and customers around her. There were several of us that kept glancing at each other in disgust and commiseration as we did our best to avoid being knocked over by the two boys that were fighting and kicking each other and cussing at the top of their lungs, evidently trying to draw first blood on each other. The two younger ones were standing in the buggy with some sort of chocolate covered something smashed in their grubby little fists, pulling the cart along by grabbing the shelves of product that line the outside of the pharmacy, knocking things off and running over an elderly lady as they went. The little boy in the cart was screaming "mommy I don't want my canny bar no more, I wanna kick ass with my brudders!!" over and over again.
This whole time, the mother is ignoring them while she signs whatever papers she needed to sign, hopefully to get the most heavy duty birth control pill known to mankind. She would glance at them, do NOTHING to rein in the chaos, turn back and flirt with the pharmacist and keep writing on whatever she was writing on. It was ludicrous. There were displays being knocked around, people couldn't even walk through that isle, because the two older boys who were "kicking ass" as their little brother so eloquently put it, were thrashing around cussing and biting and kicking and punching on the floor there.
When they FINALLY left, leaving chocolate, snot and blood in their wake, Papoose #2 says, loud enough for all of the other customers and pharmacy techs to hear "man, if I would have even THOUGHT about behaving that way, my butt woulda been grass and my mom the lawnmower!!!!" Many giggles all around.
Yep, the sh*t would have hit the fan and you can bet your sweet a*s that fan would have been on HIGH.
The pharmacist said that it's like that EVERY time she is in there. Dear, Sweet Jesus.
Ok, I'm done now.
Then, inevitably, it's my turn and I walk up and request one dozen glazed and one dozen chocolate, easy peasy lemon squeezy. She throws the donuts in the boxes, expert donut slinger that she is, I pay and ATTEMPT to turn around to walk out of the store with my donuts and some dumb COW will be standing RIGHT ON TOP OF ME so I can't even turn away from the counter.
Now, just exactly how much of a f*cking hurry can you possibly be in to get your donut or piggie on, that you have to stand right on top of a perfect stranger??? That's what I want to know.
This morning it pissed me off so bad I actually said something. Usually I just wait for them to move the hell out of the way so I can get away from the counter and leave the store. Today wasn't that kind of day. This morning it was a "lady, I don't put out on the first date, now do you MIND backing the hell off of me???!!!" kind of day.
I'm sorry if that was rude, but damn, people just need to have better manners.
It would make life easier on the rest of us. Those of us who go through life being gracious and minding our manners and being courteous to others. So many people just don't have any class or manners anymore.
And they are raising sh*tty little rude turds that are going to be JUST LIKE THEM.
You see them all over the place. You can't go anywhere anymore without having to deal with rude trashy people.
Last night, Papoose #2 and I were at IGA waiting patiently in line in the pharmacy line to pick up my medicine. There was a gal in line in front of us, looked to be in her early 20's. She had a litter of four with her, every one of them wreaking havoc and causing all sorts of chocolate and snot covered chaos on the store and customers around her. There were several of us that kept glancing at each other in disgust and commiseration as we did our best to avoid being knocked over by the two boys that were fighting and kicking each other and cussing at the top of their lungs, evidently trying to draw first blood on each other. The two younger ones were standing in the buggy with some sort of chocolate covered something smashed in their grubby little fists, pulling the cart along by grabbing the shelves of product that line the outside of the pharmacy, knocking things off and running over an elderly lady as they went. The little boy in the cart was screaming "mommy I don't want my canny bar no more, I wanna kick ass with my brudders!!" over and over again.
This whole time, the mother is ignoring them while she signs whatever papers she needed to sign, hopefully to get the most heavy duty birth control pill known to mankind. She would glance at them, do NOTHING to rein in the chaos, turn back and flirt with the pharmacist and keep writing on whatever she was writing on. It was ludicrous. There were displays being knocked around, people couldn't even walk through that isle, because the two older boys who were "kicking ass" as their little brother so eloquently put it, were thrashing around cussing and biting and kicking and punching on the floor there.
When they FINALLY left, leaving chocolate, snot and blood in their wake, Papoose #2 says, loud enough for all of the other customers and pharmacy techs to hear "man, if I would have even THOUGHT about behaving that way, my butt woulda been grass and my mom the lawnmower!!!!" Many giggles all around.
Yep, the sh*t would have hit the fan and you can bet your sweet a*s that fan would have been on HIGH.
The pharmacist said that it's like that EVERY time she is in there. Dear, Sweet Jesus.
Ok, I'm done now.
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