have a nice day….

January 30, 2008 at 2:02 pm | In Musings again, consumer woes, ranting | Leave a Comment

I admit, I tend to have a slight panic attack when reaching the checkout counter at most of the establishments I frequent. Not for financial reasons. I never know quite how the customer/customee exchange is going to go. (yes I just made that word up)

I’m a firm believer in basic customer service. I don’t expect them to carry my purchases to my car. Actually, that annoys me. Well, before I cleaned my car, it used to annoy me. But for god sake say “Hi” when I approach. Say “Thank you” or “You’re welcome” in response when I say thank you.

Nothing chaps my ass more than being regarded as an ANNOYANCE when I’m giving you my fooking money! Half the time, I can’t even afford this shit. But there I am, handing you my *husband’s* hard earned money in exchange for a few measly  trinkets. Or, laundry detergent.

Recently, I had need of vacuum cleaner bags. I ventured into the establishment, let’s call them “Tears”. When I approached the counter with my two packages of bags, (overpriced for a total of four bags if you ask me, but oh well), the “guy” at the counter was conversing with what I can only assume was his girlfriend, as he kissed her as she left. That did not bother me in the least. In fact, I might have grinned at their young love.

What followed should be an example of how NOT to act when ringing up a customers purchases. As girlfriend left the building, guy was all but breaking his neck to watch her. Actually standing on his tip toes. Ringing up my purchases while straining his neck to see past the TVs in the neighboring department.

His communication with me was and I quote “that’s 18.88″; “enter your pin”. The end. Wow. Oh, and, during all that chatter, he picked up the phone, dialed a number, held for a minute, then hung up. No idea.

As soon as I had my purchase in my hand, he literally ran off. As I made my way into the parking lot, which was no more than 2 minutes later, I find guy standing next to the open car door of, yep, you guessed it… girlfriend.

*smacks forehead*  I’ve got loads more happy little anecdotes similar to that one. I’ll be sure to share more later. lol

enough nonsense….

January 19, 2008 at 12:22 pm | In Musings again, ranting | Leave a Comment

I’ve had enough of other peoples marital rifts, spats, faux pas and otherwise. It’s bringing me down man. Bummin me out. Dig it?

I’m a naturally goofy person, with a tendency for fanciful dancing during commercials and a habit of saying things that alarm others, but bring me such delight. It’s quite a trait.

I’ve had one rule for my life for as long as I can remember. “I must LAUGH”. Always. The only criteria that was listed under “required” for choosing a love interest was: must make me laugh. Luckily Man has a knack for hilarity as well. His humor is dry, sarcastic and only occasionally rude. It makes me laugh nonetheless.

I find depression quite depressing, because you lose the ease of laughter. Smiles don’t come as easily and laughing loud is almost never heard. I laugh very loud. I love my laugh. It’s a deep, hearty guffaw. I used to be embarrassed by it. Now, I delude myself into thinking others are jealous of my laugh. Jealous of my confidence that lets me laugh that way. I simply love to laugh, and do so with enthusiasm.

My children make me laugh. My daughter especially. She has a sense of humor which I’m quite proud of. My son has his moments, and he’s often more inclined to try to make us laugh, whereas my daughter just does without trying.

More on this later. I gots stuffs to do.

wwyd….

January 10, 2008 at 7:20 pm | In Musings again, ranting | Leave a Comment

what would you do? so there’s this couple that I wrote about awhile back. they’re making asses of themselves with their publicly broadcast marital problems. and just so you know, i’ve decided capital letters are overrated, so i’m not using them tonight. anyway, this couple is still headed for doomsville.

here’s what the issue is, in relation to me personally. the wife in this dynamic duo is a friend of fom. we all go to the same church and that’s how i know them, but have gotten more familiar with them via fom. fom for some reason attracts more drama than a soap opera. i have no idea what it is about her that every dysfunctional person in a 30 mile radius can find her and attach themselves to her like barnacles. myself being the exception to this of course.

basically, wife of dynamic duo is confiding in fom. well initially that is perfectly normal. thats what girlfriends do. however, now, many moons later, wife and her husband are being complete tards about the whole thing. basically ignoring the fact they’re retarded. their children, young children are doing things that are shocking to say the least and it’s my dr. phil diagnosis that they’re crying out for attention. so while wife appears to be “confiding” to fom, what she’s really doing is lying to her. and she’s lying to others as well. not the little white lies either. bold face lies.

this is why i have my dander all up and in a huff: i can totally relate to what wife is going through, and everyone is tiptoeing around her nodding their heads, avoiding actually giving her honest answers. she needs someone to tell her straight up that she and her husband are being tards, their kids are suffering and if she thinks leaving him is going to make her life sunny and gay and bright, she’s even more of a moron than i first suspected. i wish i were kidding when i say, their kids are desperately crying out for something.

now, fom, while in agreement with my opinions (for the most part) of this is, for lack of a better term, a complete pansy ass. and admittedly my involvement is of distant observer. but its too similar to what i recently went through to not feel so strongly about it. she needs a swift kick in the ass. she’s also following in the path of another “friend” that is also in the process of leaving her husband. it’s like they’ve made a divorce pact or something.

while i’m all to willing to tell her straight, is it my place to do so? no. initial response is no, it’s not. but what’s going to happen. wife and husband are just going to go along, working their way further apart, the kids will become criminals and/or cannibals and in the end, their family is dust in the wind.

bah. i hate shit like this. i hate seeing a situation with a pair of unbiased eyes, and no way of helping. i’m not “friendsy” with wife, i have no vested interest in keeping the waters calm. on the other hand, why do i give a crap anyway? i’m not “friendsy” with her.

where’s that “life and how to handle it” handbook?

dumbass….

January 5, 2008 at 10:26 pm | In Kids, Musings again, credit cards, debt, finances, ranting | 2 Comments

I’m either totally stupid, completely naive, or just abnormal.  Why do we pay major league sports folks such obscene amounts of money, but doctors are quitting their practices because they can’t afford the malpractice insurance? Why is Britney Spears even allowed to still breath? Why do we even give two shits?

Closer to home:

Why would someone log onto a public forum for ADD, post about the dangers of a drug, how no one should take it, then provide completely retarded “evidence” for how they came to this conclusion?

Why would someone date someone, bug the shit out of them, then wonder why that person is pushing them away?

Are people retarded or is it me?  Wait, I know I’m retarded. But I’m not THAT fucking retarded. I cannot stand stupidity. If I ever exhibit it, it’s purely by accident. And jesus, I at least laugh at myself for being stupid. Some people are just not even trying.

I think this explains my addiction to the internet. I feel compelled to guide these poor souls that are walking right into the bloody frickin wall.

Here’s what else chaps my ass….. We’re about to pay off some credit cards. Now, I know I’ve never discussed financial things here, and I’m hesitant to. But I think at some point, I might. At this point, let’s just say, me and Man got some money woes. So anyway. We’re getting set to pay some of this off.

Having had an epiphany today, I thought “I’ll call credit card A, and ask if they’ll lower the interest rate, so I can just use this money on credit card B.” My logic was this: wouldn’t they rather lower my rate, keep my balance and at least get some loot out of me, rather than not budge, and me just say ok screw you, I’m paying it all off, kiss my ass. Does that NOT make sense?

I think they are under the impression I’m bluffing. Like I’m making up a story about having money to pay off the balance, so I can just get them to lower my rate. *shrugs* Idiots. Oh well.

I hate credit cards. I hate the banks that issue them, and I especially loathe the ones that use some Indian dude to call me when I’m late, and I can’t frickin understand him anyway and when I tell him I made my payment online and he wants all the god damn details and I get pissed because he can’t  speak english for shit sake, and I don’t feel like walking downstairs just to tell him something he’s going to see in a few hours on his handy dandy computer. Idiots.  No I don’t know how much I made the payment for Ishmabob, I just made a payment, and you’re still harrassing me and I really have to PEE!!!

My little boy kitty cut his foot and had to get THREE stitches. :(   I feel awful. I’m not a bad kitty mommy. In fact, I’m a damn fine kitty mommy. I totally spoil these little shits. But I accidentally left a door open to a room we’re doing work in and he cut himself on metal coping.

Now here’s the part where my parenting comes into question.. or perhaps just genes. My son, after spying the scene of aforementioned feline accident, decided he needed to see just how sharp this coping was. Yep, you guessed it, he cut himself. I hesitate to use the word idiot, only because I’m pretty sure mom’s aren’t supposed to call their offspring names.

Adderall… come back to me….

January 3, 2008 at 1:31 pm | In ADHD, Musings again | 1 Comment

I ditched the dexedrine. It was ok, but just ok. I think I’ve spent so much time being a spaz slacker, I’d much rather be a neurotic neat freak for awhile as opposed to a so so Tidy Tina. The dex did keep my head above that drowning point, but not by very much. Adderall keeps me well above the water. I’ll take the side effects, since the benefits far outweigh the negatives.

Since I don’t attend church regularly, I do tend to miss out on the great drama that inevitably happens. In recent weeks our sunday school teacher was, for lack of a better term, fired. It went over like a fart in a phone booth. Even her husband came down to give the class a real what for. It was told to me that he acted like a real ass. This is the same fella, that when I was pregnant earlier this year, *with another couples child*, I happened to pass him at the entrance to our grocery store. He literally walked 3 feet away from me, and nearly broke his neck to avoid making eye contact. This my friends, is a man that was once a pastor. Needless to say, nothing surprises me with these two anymore.

In fact, just a mere few days after she was “fired”, I caught sight of her in same grocery store and she too nearly gave herself whiplash avoiding me. On Xmas eve no less. LOL These people kill me. Anywho, she’s likely loving the fact she’s got a brand new excuse to bitch and moan. Happier when they’re bitching.

Here’s something I haven’t touched on, at least not directly…. a member of my family’s love life. Ok so here’s the deal. And this is something that has chapped my ass for some time now. My kinfolk has managed to get involved in yet another relationship. The track record in this arena is just bad. It’s my Dr. Phil view that there needs to be an increase in the self esteem department. The members of the opposite sex, that said member of family continually keeps company with, in a romantic fashion, definitely low standards.

I am no psychologist, sex therapist, relationship guru or otherwise. I am however NOT FUCKING BLIND. So what has put a bee in my bonnet? Current love interest seems to be a fucking idiot, who from my vantage point, is playing my kinfolk for a fool. Ok, the word kinfolk is annoying. From here on I’ll refer to my kin as Marcia. Marcia Denise. Ok, just Marcia. Marcia has found yet another prize winning boob. Said boob seems to not want to associate with Marcia’s family either. Frankly, from the looks of Marcia’s love interests MySpace page, Marcia has located a whore. Now, I realize the term whore is harsh. Big deal. It’s my fucking blog.

I’ve discussed my feelings with Marcia. Marcia likes to try to convince me things are going much better with love interest. I’m skeptical. Marcia’s love interest seems to have a lot of love coming from all directions and they aren’t even subtle about it. I think Marcia is being thought a fool, treated like a fool, and going to be left a fool. Who puts that many god damn pictures of THEMSELVES on their myspace page. Jesus p. christ.

In other news, I’m voting for Hilary. If nothing else, just because I think it’ll piss people off.

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