I have a bunch of things I need to buy and I’m just dreading it. Seems like everything is a fucking rip-off anymore. Walmart quality no matter the price point. Full of gotchas and small print.
Oooh, steam would be coming out of my ears at that one. That’s just unspeakable.
Time for some people to start feeling left out (assuming they have human feelings 
). Your husband seems to have a higher than average ratio of assholes in his family.
It got to 100F today in my area. God damn.
I’d be walking out.
Are they the religious type?
If so then your husband needs to grow a set and shame them with Genesis 2:24; Therefore shall a man leave his father and his mother, and shall cleave unto his wife: and they shall be one flesh.
“See? The BIBLE tells me to leave you and be with her. She’s my FAMILY. If she can’t be yours, then I am not your family either.”
For appearance’s sake, rather than making a scene I took my little video camera and walked around the back and side of the rows and filmed the (outdoors) ceremony. I’d planned to do it sitting down, but… Good thing I was upright filming, as the celebrant never told the crowd to be seated and they stood through the whole thing like a Russian Orthodox service. Spitefully I stood at the end in all the pictures w/ a gap between me and the next person, in case they wanted to crop me out. It’s an obvious gap in all of them.
Reminds me of umpteen thousand childhood holidays spent at my father’s family’s homes. We lived two hours away from the nearest ones, 2.5 hours from the others. (Two sisters, one with four children, one childless, plus my father with three kids.) The holidays were supposed to be Christmas at Aunt B’s, Thanksgiving at Aunt I’s, and Easter at our house. We hosted Easter exactly once, because, according to the childless aunt, “all of the children are up here!” I guess my siblings and I were puppies?! (It’s also imporant to note that those other “children,” except for the youngest were in their mid- to late teens by the time my older brother was born. By the time my little sister came along, the “children” were ages 21, 20, 17, and 2. But it was so much easier to load up a newborn and two preschoolers than for anyone to travel to our house…* Same aunt also wouldn’t drive my grandma - who never drove anyway, and was 92 at the time - an hour to meet her new great-grandson. Instead, I waited until I was medically cleared to drive, loaded up my newborn, and drove from NW to SE metro Atlanta so that she could meet him.)**
*Come to think of it, the only two times I ever remember my father’s family at our house were that one Easter, and the day or two after Daddy died, and on the second occasion, my (well-to-do) childless aunt never even offered to pay for over $200 in long distance tolls she ran up - $200 in 1978 money!
**Phew! Sorry! I didn’t realize how much I resented this crap until I started typing!
Dear Dad, the oven was on for a reason. It’s because - just like I told you this morning - I made pot roast for dinner, and it needs to cook for five hours. I understand you’re not used to me making dinner. This is usually because a) you won’t eat anything I make and b) you say the food I make is “weird” (grilled corn on the cob is weird, people. Just FYI.)
I understand coming into a clean kitchen at four o’clock in the afternoon is very strange to you. This is because I actually cleaned up after myself when I made dinner. Just a note: I was able to do this because you were unconscious upstairs, and I could clean without you coming in to demonstrate the correct way to wash a plate and place it in the dishwasher.
I know. I know. It’s all very strange and upsetting. Still, in the future, before you turn off the oven and wander away, could you take a peek inside before turning it off? Or even, perhaps, consider . . . oh, I don’t know . . . ASKING YOUR FUCKING DAUGHTER WHO TOLD YOU AFTER GIVING YOU YOUR MORNING MEDS, TAKING YOUR BLOOD PRESSURE, CALLING MOM TO TELL HER YOU WERE FEELING YUCKY, GIVING YOU A TYLENOL, BRINGING YOU WATER, AND EVEN OFFERING ONE HER OWN MUSCLE RELAXANTS FOR THE BACK SPASMS YOU WERE HAVING THAT I WAS MAKING POT ROAST FOR DINNER IF I’D PUT ANYTHING IN THE OVEN**.
Just a thought. Really.
(I swear to Og, I’m going to start grinding up my own supply of fluoxetine and diazepam into his food. We’ll both be happier and healthier.)
Man, that’s two assholes in a week who were all bluff and bluster, throwing out unrealistic threats and ludicrous demands well before I got on the call, then claiming that I was a “bully” or “rude” because I asked that they stop screaming and be more professional toward our people.
One of them actually claimed that she could damn well speak to us any way she pleased because she was THE CUSTOMER. :rolleyes:
Sorry, no. You are not entitled to insult me every other sentence, scream over the top of me every time I attempt to speak and then demand my boss because I am being “disrespectful” by continuing to tell you that I can resolve your issue very easily if you will just do the one thing needed to resolve your issue that you refuse to do because you think the answer has to be different and you just want to scream, rant and froth at the mouth and have our people quake in fear at the power you seem to think you have over us.
I get to hang up when you act like this.
My head feels a bit fuzzy.
Mini-est of minirants: I hate my brain’s version of auto-complete.
The Green Lantern previews show Hal Jordan saying the first part of the oath:
“In brightest day, in darkest night/ no evil shall escape my sight” then cuts to an action shot.
My brain completes the rhyme with, “I wish I may, I wish I might/ Have the wish I wish tonight” Ugh!
What makes it worse is that I’m a Sci Fi fan, have seen and liked the movie, and therefore have a greater tendency to notice the commercials.
Double Ugh!
I pit the light in the deep end of the pool for coming unhinged today resulting in the pool being closed this afternoon when it was 93 degrees in the shade and I had been planning on jumping into that freaking pool the whole freaking day.
Hey, buddy, there are 18 treadmills, bikes and ellipticals in this particular bank at the gym, including three others of the exact same model you’re using, and you and I and one other lady are the only ones here. Any particular reason you picked the machine right next to mine, 30 seconds after I started? There’s no TV so it’s not like you’re ganking a prime spot or something. It’s literally about 100 degrees outside, so it’s warm in here, and after half an hour, frankly, you’re starting to splash. It’s kind of gross. I bet when you go to the restroom you take the urinal next to some other guy instead of leaving a courtesy gap. And when you go to the movie theater and there’s like, 5 people there, you sit right next to somebody, am I right?
Weenies! It was only 105 today where I live. We went to to the valley of the sun for a parade. The heat from the bikes, from the cars, from the pavement probably brought it up to 120. I just glowed…because I’m a girl and we don’t sweat or anything!!!
My rant. I almost adopted a Maine Coon yesterday. The poor guy was very sweet, very lovable and I wanted him. I said that I wanted to go home and think about it, because adopting a new cat is not something I should do without thought. I went back to get him today and he was gone. He was put down because he was an adult cat and too big for anyone to want him.
If she’d caught me on a bad day, I would’a sat down with a “great! :D” Most days I would have done what you did and refrained from strangling anybody…
Fuck. Flatlined, I’m so sorry.
I’ve forgotten my rant. Something about Tokyo being hot and humid and disgusting, and even worse this year because we have to keep thermostats set at 27 degrees celsius at work, so I sweat and stink all day.
Yup. It’s some kind of human herd mentality, whereby people with their forebrains disconnected can only tell something is good if some people are already doing it. You were over there, so that obviously was the good spot, so here he comes.
How can teeny little mosquito bites itch SO MUCH?!?
Facebook sponsored links. Yes I know Im single. Stop taunting me. Yes I may be very lonely but I can assure you I’m not going to click a bloody link advertising ukrainian wifes or whatnot.
And its not like its only one link. Most of the times at least two of the four adds are for dating sites. Sometimes it’s even all four.
I had a plan today. A really good plan. I was going to wake up early, mow the lawn, scrape paint on the breezeway, try my hand at some glazing, paint said breezeway, and replant some hostas.
I did not wake up early. Now it’s too warm to mow. I don’t want to go buy paint. I suppose I could go replant the hostas, but I would need to water them. My hose reel is broken and I don’t want to go buy the replacement part.
Some of it is pure laziness, I know that. Some of it, though, is due to my sister. I bought her old house. When she lived here, she would call, ask for help, and I was here. I raked, I mowed, I painted, I cleaned. Whatever she needed help with, I did. I called her last night, asked if she had plans for today and if not, would she be willing to come lend a hand. “Errr…ummm…well… we don’t have any real plans, but…” Fine. Fuck it. I’m not asking for your first born, I was hoping you’d be willing to scrape some paint.
Now I just don’t give a damn. It’s stupid, I know.