I promised myself that when I began my attempt at blogging that I wouldn't use it as an outpost for my bitchies. Too bad. Today that's what I'm doing.
I feel the need to vent. To someone. To ANYONE that might listen. No, I'm not crabby, just pissy. There are so many things that I just cannot stand that I need to get them out in writing to make myself feel better. Those of you that know me personally know that if I start discussing them with others it will just wind up with me getting very upset and throwing things. My brother knows that I have a strong arm and good aim...brings back memories of the Baby Carrot Fight of '96...
So I'm compiling a list. Please PLEASE feel free to add your own if I don't happen to have them on mine.
1) The People vs The Snow.
It amazes me that even though we live in Wisconsin people STILL don't know how to drive the morning after a snowstorm. Granted we didn't have a REAL snowstorm last night but we did get quite a bit of snow. Every morning after a snowfall while bringing the Bubster to school I see more and more dumbassess that apparently forget that they're in Wisconsin and that we get snow. For instance, this morning I counted 7 sedan-type cars that the owners were apparently too busy, too stupid, or too lazy to clean off. Two of these cars had their lights on, which didn't matter anyway because THEY WERE COVERED IN SNOW!! I'm 5-feet tall. I drive a Jeep Cherokee. I still make the time to attempt to clean off the majority of my jeep-jeep before I leave the driveway. Obviously with me being vertically challenged there's no way in Hell I'll be able to clean all the snow off of the roof but I still make a valiant attempt at doing so. I also know how to use 4-wheel drive appropriately. Unlike the Mr. Awesome that wound up doing donuts in the middle of the intersection this morning in his Suburban.
2) The I-MUST-dress-my-child-like-the-most-awesomest-child-on-earth-no-matter-what-the-weather Parents.
I got to experience this first-hand yesterday at preschool. Pickles was the Star Child again, with her birthday being last Sunday, so I got to spend the day with her at school. As we sat down for circle time I noticed one child dressed very inappropriately for yesterday's weather. Yes, I totally understand that at a certain age kiddos will decide what they will or will NOT wear, (I myself currently happen to have a 4-year old running around in a sundress, sweatshirt and snowboots) but there's a point where the parent needs to put their foot down. This child had on capris, a short-sleeved shirt and those evil EVIL Crocs with no socks. Seriously?!? It was SNOWING and WINDY and SHITTY yesterday yet you let your child leave the house like that?!? No, we don't have to wait outside for preschool, but we DO have to walk through a snow-covered parking lot. It took all of my strength to not bitch slap this mom when she picked up her kid.
3) Evil computers.
I loved my laptop - until last week. For some reason it decided that it just doesn't want to work anymore in the middle of very important things, like WRITING A BLOG. Kel has tried everything in his power to figure out what the problem could be but alas, the damn thing won't cooperate. I was also in the middle of listening to a podcast of one of my favorite mommy-bloggers last night when it decided to lock up, thus making Aunt Becky over at Mommy Wants Vodka sound like Max Headroom having a seizure. Now I'm banished to the desktop in the dungeon, freezing my ass off. At least it's quiet down here. For now...
4) This blog is already entirely too long.
So I'll stop my venting (I do feel better already) and continue on with my daily duties. Besides, Pickles needs someone to change Baby Alive's diaper. Apparently she ate too many dates and has an upset tummy... :)
...I have become comfortably numb...
4 comments:
What baby carrot fight? I don't remember that one. What did you break?
I am mot anonymous. I am Grandmama. Why is it calling me anonymous?
You were at work. We didn't break anything. I was being brutally picked on by Ammet and Brother. I retaliated with the closest thing I could get my hands on. Thus began the Great Baby Carrot Fight of '96. Maybe that's why they wouldn't let Brother throw grenades...
How about slow drivers in the left lane? Or people talking loudly on their cell phones in public? Or people that think they are the only ones on the planet and do things like stop suddenly while walking in public or wander aimlessly down the middle of the parking lot or an aisle? Apparently, I also have issues...
Oh and since I know this will make me Anonymous, this is Nerma.
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