Saturday, February 25, 2012
Fucking Dimwits.
If you are unfortunate enough to be reading my blog, you will soon learn that a great number of things piss me off. One of my major irks, particularly since having kids of my own, is mothers who put THEIR needs before their child(ren)'s. Oh yes, a happy mom makes a happy baby blah blah fucking blah. You can reassure yourself with whatever you want, but that is not necessarily true. Turning your child's carseat forward facing long before he/she is developed enough to support his/her head in the event of an accident (which by law is age one AND at least 20 pounds and by AAP recommendations is two years) does not fall under the "happy mom, happy kid" umbrella excuse. When disaster strikes (and yes hun, it can strike even good ol' invincible YOU), and your toddler suffers an internal decapitation, don't forget that you made him/her HAPPY by turning that seat around. Yeah, you don't have to suffer through the crying and whining induced by an inability to look out the windows anymore... actually, now that your poor, innocent toddler who was not old enough to make decisions for him/herself is dead, it is real fucking quiet in the car, isn't it?
Thursday, February 23, 2012
The Park
So I have this ex-friend. I say "ex," because essentially we broke up. So fucking weird. Maybe that is what people do now, or maybe that is what people do here? I have no idea, as I have never had a friend as bizarre as this chick was. Maybe I will go into the whole story another day, but suffice to say that I put up with a lot of shit from her, from her underhanded, passive-aggressive comments alluding to my husband's supposed lack of masculinity to the horrible way she spoke to my older child (which I should have made a point of but did not because I was too afraid to cut ties with the only person I knew in the area). Anyhow, I think it was last week that we officially "broke up." It mostly ended with her saying I could "feel free to unfriend her" on FB, if I hated her. Of course, I replied that I didn't think that was necessary. Just because you don't get along with someone 100%, doesn't mean you can't still be casual acquaintances. But like dumping your boyfriend, apparently "just friends" does not exist in the cyber world. Within an hour, she essentially unfriended me without actually clicking the button. She made it so I could not see anything on her FB page. I found it weird, but responded in kind since apparently that was what she wanted. Since I was fussing about in the settings, I took the time to remove myself from all the defunct random "groups" I was a part of, including her Scentsy group. I figured, if she was that uptight, I didn't really need to benefit her by ordering through her when there are probably 100 reps within a 5 mile radius of my house who would be happy to order for me without assuming that I would blindly agree with them 100%, 100% of the time and getting a stick up their ass if I did not or asked any questions. Yes, this friend was like a Nazi... don't you dare ask questions or it's the end of you.
So.... the next day I was unfriended. I only noticed because I was reading a post by a mutual acquaintance and this chick's post said "Friend of ____" next to it. Not that I cared so much to be unfriended, since we are essentially not friends. But I had thought we ended amiably only to find that this person was even more passive-aggressive than I had imagined. Just irked me a little.
Anyhow, this morning we skipped the gym because my eldest really did not want to go, and I had stayed up too late folding laundry while watching a really stupid, but much loved by me, tweeny movie, so I was ambivalent about it anyhow. I promised him that if they were good while I had my paint sample adjusted at the paint store (which for some reason they couldn't just add some white and I had to buy a whole 'nother sample!) I would get them a doughnut at the super overpriced, rip off grocery store when we returned the $7 bag of string cheese that I bought two days ago and learned upon arriving home was already 2 weeks out of date, and take them to the playground behind said grocery store. Bear in mind, this store and park is less than a mile from my home. In my opinion, completely in "my territory."
We completed my errand at the paint shop, got doughnuts at the store, returned the offending cheese sticks, and drove back to the playground only to find SHE was at the park. Seriously, what the fuck? I know that no one owns a park, but come on. In my bitchy irrational irritation, I feel like she should stick to her own neighborhood. Yes, it is only a couple miles from her house, but being just a couple BLOCKS from mine, I feel like she should go play in the dumpy hood she moved to because she just had to have a "new" house, because nothing else would be good enough to satisfy her spoiled, republican upbringing. I mean, you know, when you were raised with daddy giving you everything you want, why would you expect to have to live in a "used" house? But, being cheap and wanting the nicest house at the cheapest possible price, you make some sacrifices... like you live across the street from a dumpy casino, down the road from a trashy neighborhood, and your kid will have to go to a shithole school unless you fork up the cash for private... but you know, you gotta have that new house. And besides, you never took any time to teach your kid anything and he was five years old before he knew how to spell his own name, much less write it, so I guess a sub-par school will work out fine.
Back to my major complaint, though. So, upon seeing the stickered mess of a vehicle the former friend drives parked at the playground, we turned around, much to the confusion of my poor children, and headed to our own little community playground. Not that there is anything wrong with the playground. It is just that most of the kids in our neighborhood are at school during the day, so it was empty. Luckily for me, my kids are easily pleased with being outdoors, running and yelling in the sunshine.
So, to sum it up, I am still sort of pissed off that the bitch ruined my morning plans. Yeah, it's irrational. I know this. But I don't give a flying fuck. This is my bitchpit, the place where I am going to empty my devious thoughts, so if you don't like it, if you disagree, fuck off.
So.... the next day I was unfriended. I only noticed because I was reading a post by a mutual acquaintance and this chick's post said "Friend of ____" next to it. Not that I cared so much to be unfriended, since we are essentially not friends. But I had thought we ended amiably only to find that this person was even more passive-aggressive than I had imagined. Just irked me a little.
Anyhow, this morning we skipped the gym because my eldest really did not want to go, and I had stayed up too late folding laundry while watching a really stupid, but much loved by me, tweeny movie, so I was ambivalent about it anyhow. I promised him that if they were good while I had my paint sample adjusted at the paint store (which for some reason they couldn't just add some white and I had to buy a whole 'nother sample!) I would get them a doughnut at the super overpriced, rip off grocery store when we returned the $7 bag of string cheese that I bought two days ago and learned upon arriving home was already 2 weeks out of date, and take them to the playground behind said grocery store. Bear in mind, this store and park is less than a mile from my home. In my opinion, completely in "my territory."
We completed my errand at the paint shop, got doughnuts at the store, returned the offending cheese sticks, and drove back to the playground only to find SHE was at the park. Seriously, what the fuck? I know that no one owns a park, but come on. In my bitchy irrational irritation, I feel like she should stick to her own neighborhood. Yes, it is only a couple miles from her house, but being just a couple BLOCKS from mine, I feel like she should go play in the dumpy hood she moved to because she just had to have a "new" house, because nothing else would be good enough to satisfy her spoiled, republican upbringing. I mean, you know, when you were raised with daddy giving you everything you want, why would you expect to have to live in a "used" house? But, being cheap and wanting the nicest house at the cheapest possible price, you make some sacrifices... like you live across the street from a dumpy casino, down the road from a trashy neighborhood, and your kid will have to go to a shithole school unless you fork up the cash for private... but you know, you gotta have that new house. And besides, you never took any time to teach your kid anything and he was five years old before he knew how to spell his own name, much less write it, so I guess a sub-par school will work out fine.
Back to my major complaint, though. So, upon seeing the stickered mess of a vehicle the former friend drives parked at the playground, we turned around, much to the confusion of my poor children, and headed to our own little community playground. Not that there is anything wrong with the playground. It is just that most of the kids in our neighborhood are at school during the day, so it was empty. Luckily for me, my kids are easily pleased with being outdoors, running and yelling in the sunshine.
So, to sum it up, I am still sort of pissed off that the bitch ruined my morning plans. Yeah, it's irrational. I know this. But I don't give a flying fuck. This is my bitchpit, the place where I am going to empty my devious thoughts, so if you don't like it, if you disagree, fuck off.
Basis
Essentially, I am creating this blog to be my outlet, my place to lay out, dissect, and discard my random complaints and musings... all the thoughts that are not fit for public display on "social media" sites such as Facebook. I find a mild feeling of safety in laying it out here, where I am not connected to my real life online persona (oxymoron?). As if to say my other online characters are really me, hmmmmm... not so much. No where do I really appear fully as my true self. Rather, I exist in pieces, bits and bobs under different pseudonyms. Pseudo. Now there is a word I enjoy.
Anyhow, who knows where this will go. But do know this: while I will most likely leave this blog public, it is in no way intended to be seen as a finished work, nor as a "career" blog like so many stay-at-home moms and crafters create. This is just for my own wellbeing, and to preserve the dignified ears/eyes of my acquaintances from my sometimes hazardous thoughts. Don't expect anything from me or my blog.
Anyhow, who knows where this will go. But do know this: while I will most likely leave this blog public, it is in no way intended to be seen as a finished work, nor as a "career" blog like so many stay-at-home moms and crafters create. This is just for my own wellbeing, and to preserve the dignified ears/eyes of my acquaintances from my sometimes hazardous thoughts. Don't expect anything from me or my blog.
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