I really didn’t see one so I thought I’d start it. This may be the only birthday present I get today.
I asked my 8 year old to gently and kindly wake up his 6 year old brother. I heard a quiet murmuring from their bedroom, followed about thirty seconds later by “What the fuck are you doing? Get out of bed right now, you idiot!” and a couple of thumps and my 6 year old howling. When little bro tried to hide under the blankets from the verbal onslaught, big bro grabbed his arms and dragged him out of bed, banging his legs on the nightstand in the process. I (calmly and quietly) asked big bro what happened and what was going on, and he screamed like I was killing him and ran into my room and jumped on the bed, waking up baby bro in the process. And then my phone rang, and he answered it and tried to shove it in my face, so I hung up on my mother (no time for platitudes!), and of course she called back while I’m trying to explain that his behavior wasn’t appropriate and that he had caused some problems with his choices and would he please be quiet and calm down because no I don’t hate him and I’m not going to kill him but I just need him to follow instructions appropriately.
This is the shit I deal with every day. He has Asperger’s (no this is not an arm-chair diagnosis) and I never know if I get the angel or the devil on any given morning. Happy fucking birthday to me.
I am 32 weeks pregnant and my vagina lips hurt like I just ran a vagina marathon barefoot on glass, in the desert.
Big ol’ fat pussy veins is what I got.
And if ever there was a reason that this was going to be my last pregnanacy, it is this. Shit hurts like the dickens. And the only relief? Modified jock strap. And ice packs.
It feels like sore muscles, hence the running a marathon, with an added touch of throbbing. They typically go away not too long after delivery. Oh, the indignities of pregnancy.
llcoolbj77, I got that when I was pregnant with my daughter. I think someone on this board called it hamburger crotch or something similar. And during labor, the nurse was helpful enough to point it out. “Oh, really?! Yes, I do know my crotch has varicose veins - what the hell do I do with that information now?” It does go away after labor, though.
I’m so sorry with your morning, Avarie537. My birthdays have historically sucked ass as well. One birthday my son had a major meltdown as I was trying to leave for work, then my daughter spit up all over me and I fell into a huge puddle, coating my ass with rainwater and my front with coffee. Nothing as bad as your morning sounds, but I hope it gets better. And for what it’s worth, Happy Birthday! I wish I could send you a present.
My mini rant? Why the hell does everyone at my work think that if you’re not flipping the fuck out, you’re not working hard enough? Yes, it’s a high-stress environment, but seriously. I’m doubly pissed because I was on the phone last night until 9:30 p.m. after having started work at 7:30 a.m. because we had to pull a piece of code that would result in rejects that while appropriate would be too high in volume for our call center.
We were talking about it late because the announcement was made late enough that it would affect the system’s integrity, so we had to monitor it. All fucking night long until 5 a.m. this morning. I. Am. Done. I would just shut down and stop working, but I have a meeting with some muckety mucks tonight to report out.
One other mini-rant and this is horrifically stupid. I’m a 38-year old woman who occasionally watches Teen Mom on MTV. I HATE that some of these moms swear so much in front of their children. Yes, I swear online, but I could never imagine saying fuck in front of my kid, especially a five year old. Watching them do so pisses me off.
I realized when my dear, sweet, just turned 2 year-old rolled over, looked me in the eyes and said, “fuck, shit,” that I needed to clean up my act. :eek:
I don’t quite remember this, but apparently, when I was in kindergarten, my mother and I tried to get into the school through a door, but it was locked, and I said “Oh shit,” shocking both my mother and some older students who heard me.
The latest Amazon comment on my book on vaccines is by a commenter calling itself whale to. Aside from everything else, whale to is a notoriously anti-Semitic page, filled with holocaust denial lit and basically calling on readers to kill Jews. I am Jewish. So fuck you, Amazon. Fuck you for allowing shit like this. One wonders if they would allow comments by the KKK . . .
For all the good it will do, I marked the review as unhelpful, and reported it to Amazon as abuse (reason: Username is the address of an anti-Semetic site).
Ew. Fuck this shit. Fuck this thing whatever it is. It can crawl back into a cave and rot. And fuck Anne Dachel, a major shill for Age of Autism, for not immediately publically stating that her organization refuses to be associated with this kind of trash. Once again one sees just how little integrity the anti-vax movement actually has. I thank everyone who took the time to report this garbage.
And since this is the pit, I fell down half a flight of stairs this morning and can barely walk on my ankle. One day into May and already things are not looking good.
Anti Rant (since I’ve bitched about it more here than anywhere else): I may have a new shiny, gently used kidney!! My best friend’s daughter has passed all of the hurdles, tissue matching is the only thing left. She was told my numbers for tissue match are VERY good (basically, I could take spare parts from a junk yard, my body is not picky).
Considering I go on the 21st to have the fistula done, the timing couldn’t be any better.
Please cross your fingers, cross your toes, cross your eyes for me.
Hope things cool off soon!