I'm sorry for all of you who are dealing with crappy weather right now, but I LOL every time someone says they got XX inches last night. At this rate, I'll never grow up.
It really irritates me when people will stand at my desk, stare at my breakfast/lunch and comment on what I am eating. For instance R just came by and said "yikes that is a lot of yogurt, should you be eating that much?"
WTF?! Dude, it is one serving of lowfat yogurt just because it isn't in a yogurt cup doesn't mean it is too much, screw off!
Yesterday I had a salad, it was a lot of lettuce with tomato, cucumber and red onion. A woman who works across from me said "WOW that is A LOT of salad, I can't believe you can eat all of that."
People need to mind their own business *end rant*
I'd be all "Really? REALLY? How on earth do you think it's appropriate to comment on what I'm eating?".
And wait for their stunned silence or embarassed "I'm sorry's". I'm kind of a bitch like that though.
I wish I had the balls to fire back when it comes to food, I am so flipping sensitive about it that I just clam up.
I was talking to my dad about this this morning and addicts who fall off the wagon think they can handle the same amount as before they got sober.
My guess is he bought a lot and had a lot, but that his intention was to use but not to kill himself.
Yeah, we'll probably never know for sure. It's just so sad and damn, that's a lot of fucking drugs.
Absolutely true.
This is obviously anecdotal, but my dad got hooked on Oxy because he took a metric shit ton from my aunt's and uncle's house after my aunt died because he was worried my uncle would OD. (My aunt and uncle were both addicts. She died of lung / brain cancer and he died last year after an alcohol related accident.) Anyway, my dad put all of this Oxy in the closet and forgot about it. Until he had a serious accident (fell off the roof) and was given Oxy and when it ran out he remembered it was there. Most people would have looked at his stash and thought his plan was suicide, but really he was first operating out of concern for his BIL. And then he was an addict who *needed* his stash to support his habit of 1000 - 1500 mg of Oxy a day.
I thank god every day he's been sober over 5 years now, but as you see with Hoffman, it's never a sure thing. Addiction is a motherfucker. It steals so much.
I'm slowly realizing that what people post on pinterest and facebook et al is like a gorgeous cross stitched quilt ... you don't get to see the messy underside, the broken thread, the mistakes.
unless you are friends with THAT PERSON who only posts the underside of their quilt.
Post by sineadorebellion on Feb 4, 2014 11:49:55 GMT -5
Damnitall. It looks like we're not going to be moving after all. H finally got a call from HR with pay rates and benefits, and it's really low and not at all what we thought. Less than what he's making here, no shift diff, and with no call or overtime, there's little room to make it up. And they won't negotiate any at all, by saying that they're in the lowest cost of living area in the state. We just can't do it.
I was so stoked to be moving and now I'm feeling like I will never get out of this town.
I am crossing my fingers for a snow day tomorrow. Despite the fact I love my job, and due to holidays, and other time off this past month, I haven't really worked a full week since before Christmas, I feel burned out. ugh.
Kids are being dismissed two hours early and I'm cranky about it. I rely too much on this time to have a bit of a break and get things done. I'm feeling guilty about it.
I got my tickets to see Book of Mormon at the end of May. I am so excited.
Probably flameful: I am totally judging a friend. She had a daughter when she was a teenager. She later married (much later, when first D was almost college age) and has since had 3 kids with H with a 4th due soon. They just put in an offer on a 5 bed house, but she was mad that one bed was in the basement and won't be usable for the littler kids. Her older D lives with her mother (D's grandmother)and has for years near where the new house is. D had asked if she could stay with them prior to this house and they told her no because she has a cat and the rental didn't allow pets. I asked if she could offer D the basement in the new house since it's finished and has a bedroom that they can't use and she said "No, we need that for toys and H's treadmill." Your child who you really didn't raise wants to live with you - how do you say no to that? As a child of a first marriage who got abused and mistreated as part of the second marriage, I am getting really upset about this.
I am pretty annoyed with DD's school right now. Not only did I just now found out that there is a mandatory parent meeting at the school at 6:30 this evening for any kids wanting to try out for cheer, they also just told us that they now have school on President Day (we will be in Atlanta and cant get back before then) and Memorial Day. All because they freaked out that it got down to 32 and they feared icepocolypse.
I want my goddamn sense of taste back. This cold has apparently completely stripped me of any tastebuds whatsoever. Everything tastes like dirt.
I'm PMSing like crazy and crabby as hell today. I just want everyone around me, even the people I like, to just leave me the fuck alone. I don't get like this often, but for some reason, today I'm just overwhelmingly pissy.
Have I mentioned how much I fucking hate dating? Why do I get so anxious about having to reject someone? Blech. At this point I think some kind of Amish arranged marriage would better suit me. :/
Have I mentioned how much I fucking hate dating? Why do I get so anxious about having to reject someone? Blech. At this point I think some kind of Amish arranged marriage would better suit me. :/
Lol! Yeah, you definitely seem like someone who would fit right in with the Amish community.