List of 100 things that piss me off...this'll be easy.

was number one on my list.

LISTEN HERE YOU ASSHOLE, DO NOT WAKE ME UP FOR A‘POLITICAL’ discussion of any sort.

I will make you sorry, call you names and withhold sex because I am so pissed off!

And, furthermore, your candidate, whoever they are, is now ALSO AN ASSHOLE, because you woke me up to discuss him!

see my point here?

now, does this piss me off or am I just miserable and getting pissy?

further details LATER

So I take the kids to the Outback last night. Not a real swanky joint, but good enough for us.
We order appetizers, salads, I have a wallabang dingo or some shit. Then the meal. I plan on having prime rib with alaskan king legs…delish right?

SO SO SO WRONG! it was all cold! Oh, ‘cept the broccoli which had just come out of the microwave. That was pretty warm.

The manager comp’d the meal (my meal, the kids meals). I won’t go back. I am sick of trying to get a good meal from crap.

I hate when I act like an asshole. A true blue, real life asshole. ‘tis true.

I hate, I mean hate hate hate hate these fuckin’ headaches. Cripes almighty. I just have a hard time thinking, walking, doing, etc, it’s all to hard to do with a migraine. Plus the nausea. That’s a wonderful little extra piece of misery.

my crazy doctor is an asshole. I chose him because when I saw him on the unit he was friendly and smiling. NOt so much behind closed doors when you are his patient.

He treats me with contempt and suspicion. I don’t feel like I can share with him what’s going on with me, so I don’t believe I’ll ever get therapeutic treatment with him.

Someone on here mentioned to me once, new year, new doctor? Right, I am working on it. If the current plan doesn’t work out, I have a name of someone in St. Michael’s that apparently specializes in Bipolar craziness. St. Mike’s is a hike and a half, but it would be worth it I think to get effective, safe and reliable treatment.

dontcha think?

there are just a few things in this world that flip me out (okay, so I STAY flipped out, it’s just to a grander degree), one is lack of or near lack of, as I interpret it, food in the house.

Another is money. Ohman, do I ever loose sleep over money. SInce October, we’ve been 2wks to 30 days behind. It makes me nuts. I mean friggin’ CRAZY! So, I got a little ‘boost’ today in the mail (my exhusband paid off his part of The Girl’s braces). I guess I coulda done some other stuff with it, but I decided to get current, so that I can finally PAY IT FORWARD. When taxes come in, I can pay off some of that credit card stuff AND put $$ away for our next vacation.

We are currently having a run of double time at work (getting paid double time for any overtime we work). I am taking an eight hour shift a week. Uncle Sam doesn’t rape me that bad with just 16 hrs. of double time on the paycheck and I can accomplish some of these financial goals that keep me awake at night.

now, I can sleep.

I can’t go to school this spring. I missed all the sign ups etc. So, finances also can’t support me in school at all.
I’ll shoot for this coming fall…it’ll be better then.

My mother must be the Queen of Guilt trips. It used to work quite well. She could manipulate and mold me with guilt. Ain’t that great? Just as dysfunctional as all get out.

When I moved to the midwest, I was able to separate from that a bit and learned how to not be moved by guilt.

She called yesterday to guilt me into getting my husband to do something at her house (put up a light in her kitchen). Sorry, can’t help you mom, he’s at work and I can’t help. DONE.

Freedom from guilt was apparently a choice I had to make.

Have I done this one yet? I was in the Old Navy helping The Girl pick out stuff with her gift card that Santa brought her. We found what we thought would be suitable and took it to the register. The girl never smiled, never made eyecontact and then gave me a hard time about using a check instead of a debit card. She mumbled thank you and thrust my bags at me. It was The Girl’s turn next, so I just hung out in line, sorta waiting for her to do her transaction. The cashier said to me “you can move down now”. It’s not what she said, it’s how she said it. Shitty, rude, you know the tone.

I told her this is my DAUGHTER, I WILL WAIT FOR HER. Of course, no eye contact, no nothing. She didn’t interact with the Girl any more than she did me.

Okay maybe the girl was having a bad day.

So we went back the next day to exchange the jeans the girl got. and would you believe we got the same cashier?? What are the chances?? And she had the very same attitude, very same everything. So, she wasn’t just having a bad day, she was just rude.

I got a little slip of paper inviting me to survey the Old Navy store. You can bet your buttons I DID! Given the opportunity, I may call the store and ask for the manager.

I hate rude sales people, they piss me off.