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You’re such a bitch

Jenn — Sat, 18 Jun 2011 15:50:20 +0000

That’s what I thought to myself this morning when I opened the door to find a police officer on my doorstep. I won’t get into details, but let’s just say that my mom is making up stuff that isn’t true and filing police complaints in order to try and make my life miserable, since she has nothing legitimate or factual to go on. I guarantee you that if she knew what Trekking Poles were and that they were worth a lot of money, she would accuse me of stealing them in order to start trouble.

And damn me and my propensity for crying when I’m stressed or angry, because that’s exactly what I did. But the police officer was very nice and very understanding, and once I explained fact and successfully disproved the fictional BS my mom spewed, he went on his way with the assurance that nothing would come of this.

Sigh. I just want my mother out of my life, but it doesn’t look like it’s going to happen very quickly, or very easily for that matter.

Avoid Walmart’s kids’ sneakers

Jenn — Sun, 29 May 2011 16:39:12 +0000

A few weeks ago my husband dragged me into Walmart (a store I loathe), and while we were there my daughter asked for new sneakers. I was hesitant to get her Walmart sneakers, since I usually take her and Ryan to sneaker stores for high-quality, albeit more expensive sneakers, but I went ahead and agreed when she and Ryan each found a cute pair. And at $15, I figured what’s the harm.

What’s the harm indeed. In less than two weeks Alyssa’s sneakers are falling apart around the tongue of each shoe, and they look months old rather than weeks old. And the soles on Ryan’s shoes are separating from the body of the shoes. It looks like I should have stuck with my first impulse, which was to JUST SAY NO to Walmart’s kids’ sneakers.

It’s called personal space, dammit

Jenn — Sun, 17 Apr 2011 15:22:33 +0000

I have a thing for personal space… it’s called respect it, pretty please. Right now I’m sitting in a little cafe area of the local church, which is really just a collection of round tables and chairs located next to the gymnasium/auditorium area in the basement of the church. Each table has four chairs. I’m in one, and while there are two other empty tables, some random guy who is wearing rather cloying cologne choose to sit in the chair next to mine, and he is a little too close to me for my comfort. Ergh. I’m sure he means nothing by it, but still… gimme space!

Gas prices can suck it

Jenn — Sat, 12 Mar 2011 05:01:39 +0000

Surprise surprise, I’m going to bitch about gas prices. But seriously, when they shoot up from $3.13/gallon to $3.49 in just two weeks, I’d say that’s pretty bitch-worthy. I use an Android app called aCar, which I use to log fuel fill-ups. Among the information logged is the gas price. This time last year the average gas price was $2.67. And now it’s $3.49… insane!

It’s times like these I’m thankful for two things:

1. That I work from home
2. That I have a fuel-efficient vehicle (28-32mpg)

Drop me in the middle

Jenn — Sun, 09 Jan 2011 20:44:23 +0000

If there’s one thing I get tired of, it’s being dragged into my mom’s drama. Today she calls me up wanting to know if I can come over tomorrow afternoon to “crack the whip” with getting my brothers to help her clean up the living room, since they themselves won’t listen to her without a lot of yelling, screaming and threats (on her part). Then, she calls me back to inform me that my fifteen year old brother just outright refuses to return some type of game switch console back to the living room from where he took it. *sigh* Really? I get so tired of Dan and I being drug in the middle as not only mediators but enforcers and the handlers of consequences and punishments. This is HER job, dammit, and she should be the one to do it!

In other news, I think we had better add a ariens snow blower to our shopping list. It seems like we’re getting 2-4″ of snow every weekend now (this weekend will be the third weekend), and it’s only a matter of time before we get 6″ or more dumped on us. I don’t shovel snow myself, except on rare occasion, but I know from firsthand experience what a pain shoveling is, so if there’s anything I can do to lighten Dan’s load, I will. What type of snowblower would you recommend?

Stop contributing to landfills, dammit

Jenn — Fri, 10 Dec 2010 07:04:18 +0000

I’m here making use of cloth diapers (well, I was until Alyssa and Ryan potty-trained), cloth pads for our dog when it’s too cold or nasty for her to go outside, and even cloth menstrual pads for myself (Lunapads as well as a few homemade brands from Etsy), and Kleenex is busy pimping out DISPOSABLE HAND TOWELS. Because heaven forbid a hand towel be re-used. What the hell? For the most part hands are clean when they touch a hand towel, particularly one that is in a home. And even if they’re not totally 100% clean, so the hell what? As my grandmother used to say, every kid needs to eat a peck of dirt. I’m sure even the people who sell term life insurance would agree — even scientific research has found that it’s better to be exposed to some germs and bacteria than not. These kids raised in these hyper-Lysol bubbles are going to grow up and then get deathly ill from the common cold. *eyeroll*

Yeah… needless to say I have absolutely no interest in purchasing disposable hand towels. You can use the cloth hand towel in my bathroom or your pants, or let them air dry. But disposable? Not happening!

Inconsistent weather sucks

Jenn — Thu, 28 Oct 2010 01:00:26 +0000

Sunday was definitely hoodie weather. The temp didn’t get above 65°, and it dropped down to about 45°. Since the weather had been this way for a good two weeks, Dan and I decided it was time to take out the air conditioners. He did, we closed the windows, and all was well. Then… a warm front rolled in. It was 81° in my living room last night, and that was with the windows open, the screen door cracked, and the ceiling fan going on high speed. When I had to heat up the oven in order to bake cupcakes, the temp climbed to 84°. Ugh. It was a little better today, though right now it’s nine o’clock at night and the thermostat is ready 78°. What the hell, Mother Nature? Please make up your mind! We’re done with summer, and having to learn more about sunscreen and tanning. Now it’s sweater weather, and I want to wear some sweaters, dammit!

Also? Having the windows open is just bringing in more stink bugs. Ugh, I can’t stand those little bastards. Sadly, we have gotten very accustomed to their presence. How accustomed? Well, all four of our cats don’t even bat an eye at their presence. It’s that bad!