~~~WARNING: HORMONAL FILLED RANTINGS AHEAD – ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK~~~

Here, you’ll find my no holds barred, sailor mouthed rantings about anything and everything under the sun. If you are sensitive I suggest not reading them.

01.25.08 – Stupid People

I just can’t understand some people, how stupid do people have to be to not realize how asinine they come off towards others. Like a few days ago, I inquired about something called a moon cup, much like the diva cup it is an alternative to (men, avert your eyes we are going deep into feminine hygiene products territory here) the tampon or the maxi pad. I hate maxi pads, they are dirty little inventions and tampons just don’t cut it for the job I require them to do anymore (that’s what 3 natural births and 2 emergency cesarean sections will do to a woman’s nether regions and her equipment). So I inquire about it from a supposed distributor and my question was pretty simple really. They have two sizes, type A and type B. Type A is for child birth of the natural persuasions for sizing and Type B is for recent natural birth and c-sections. I don’t fall under either category really, as my last c-section was 10 months ago and my last natural birth was 4 years ago. I asked what size would suit me, what did I get as an answer? “It’s all about vaginal tone” …hee hee haa haa (the pert girly giggle I added for emphasis). What the fuck kind of an answer is that? Seriously, if I treated my graphics design clients like that I’d be out of business faster than my head could spin on it’s shoulders. Can’t anyone provide a fucking reliable sense of ethical customer services around here anymore?

01.27.08 – Cleaning House

I am so sick of cleaning a house that is trashed in 2 seconds flat the moment I turn my back. I’m tired of the lack of help around here and getting ignored when I ask for help. It’s insanely ridiculous that I have to ask a million times and no one gets it through their thick skulls that they are slobs that need to learn how to pick up after themselves. Do I look like a fucking maid service here? I do their laundry, I do their dishes, I do their meals, I do the finances, I work, I clean this house and all I ask for in return is a little common sense when it comes to the house hold being clean. Got a damned Timmie’s cup that’s empty? Take two fucking minutes to get off your lazy asses and walk your ass to the garbage can and throw it the bloody hell out. Put your damned socks in the laundry basket. Playing with a toy, put it back. All this kind of common sense shit …well it’s pretty common sense and doesn’t take a fucking rocket science degree. Damn it I did not sign up to be full on slave here. I’m one person, one person cannot do it all. No wonder I’m always cursing in my head.

02.03.08 – Being Sick

I hate being sick. I hate the cold chills, the fever, the aches. What I hate more is that a mama is expected to continue to do all the house chores, all the kidlet taking care of and everything in between when she is sick. Being a mama is truly a 24\7, 365 day a year “job” with no vacations and no sick days. What is it with the mentality that women are suppose to be all and end all when it comes to being a mother. I am not Mrs. Cleaver here, I am a human being. I get sick, I have bad days. All I ask for is maybe a 2 hour nap with the baby in my comfy bed to help fight off this cold turned lung infection. A little help would be very nice. Instead of fucking complaining about the dishes not being done while the garbage chore that is the only chore delegated to the “man of the house” is never done unless I bitch incessantly and come off as a bitchy nag. I mean, I’ve been waiting on one box (from a renovation 3 days before Christmas) to be put out to the bins. That’s about a month and half of waiting for it to be put out to the garbage. The last time I asked for the yard to be cleaned (another man of the house chore out of the millions of chores in the house) I was handed a shovel and rake and told “I don’t have time” and then walked away from. Want to piss off a woman, do that, see how far you end up in the damned dog house for it and for how long. Yesterday was not a great day and yet I found myself cleaning house all by myself once again with the cold chills and a fever because I was the only one willing to get up off my ass and do anything. All the while, nursing a 10 month old, kissing the boo boo of a deaf and autistic 2 year old with tantrums louder than a 747 Boeing airplane on crack and a 6 year old begging every 5 minutes to hold her new bunny rabbit. While the 4 year old ignored every attempt to get him to pick up the granola wrapper he just threw on the floor right at my feet. Yesterday was not a good day had by any of the household. Yesterday was quite simply – hell with a side dish a mama looking like death warmed over 7 ways to Sunday.

02.02.08 – Bluetooth Technology and Wireless Peripherals

The guy who invented bluetooth technology needs a swift kick in the nuts. What the fuck was this guy thinking? I love Logitech peripherals but I hate my Logitech keyboard and mouse. They are wireless, bluetooth technology and I want to fucking beat the shit out of both of them. Now, I can fathom it’s not Logitech’s fault, it’s the bluetooth receiver, the bluetooth technology. It sucks, it sucks so much that you can’t even put a key flat on the desk across from the receiver without the mouse going wonky or the keyboard having a technological fart fest. I hate when the keyboard starts doing the techie diarrhea that looks like a kidlet was banging on the same key for 20 minutes straight. Kind of looks like this: ggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg – yeah that happens often and I have to turn off the keyboard, if that doesn’t work I have taken (shamefully) to bashing the shit out of the keyboard out of frustration. I don’t like having to spend 20 fucking minutes backspacing or highlighting and deleting 6 pages of the same damned letter from the insanely short alphabet off my work or screen. What really gets me, is the web developing and coding…6 pages of the letter g does not fly with web coding.

08.02.08 – Banking & Check Writing

Ok, I write a check to someone and that someone waits 6 weeks to cash the damned thing. Who in the hell does that? Seriously, WHO does that? Admittedly, yes I totally forgot about the check after the third week of waiting for it to go through so I’ll take partial blame for it. However, the least a person can do, if they are going to wait that long and have my contact information, is inform me of when they are going to cash a check and how long they will wait to do so. It’s a courtesy and common farking sense. I swear people are out to piss me off lately.  Well, now because of this I am stuck holding the bag and looking like an idiot with a wedding vendor. As I said, admittedly I was an asshat too by forgetting about the check, but I’m only human and 6 weeks for a check that was written just before the new year is not that hard to forget about in that time frame, especially with with so many checks floating around with vendors for the wedding. I hold half of that responsibility so I am only half pissed off about it. More over, I am kicking myself in the ass for forgetting about it. In essence, this isn’t so much of a rant but more of a friendly reminder to always write your information down somewhere where you can see it easily to remind yourself about what you have financially floating around out there so you never get stuck holding the proverbial NSF bag.