• Posts Tagged ‘Rants’

    Paying for Another’s Stupidity

    by  • September 15, 2011 • Commerical Break

    One of my friends was in an automobile accident the other day, and she posted on Facebook about it. It had me thinking about my last accident…well, really it was more of a hit and run. It happened back in late 2007, just a few weeks before Christmas. James and I left a store and got into our separate vehicles (we had met there after he got off work). As we were on the interstate going home, he calls me and tells me there is something flapping on my car. We get off at the next exit so we can look at it. The area of the back of car between the bumper and my back tire is damaged, and it was causing it to flap in the wind when I was doing 75mph on the interstate. We came to the conclusion that someone had hit my car in the parking lot earlier and then drove off.

    We drove the car home and called our insurance company. We had to take to the local body shop that does auto estimating. Three days of a rental car and a $500 deductible later, I got my car back in like new condition. I hate that whomever hit us had the nerve to drive away. I’m assuming they didn’t have insurance, or just didn’t want to take the blame for their stupidity…so instead, we got the foot the bill for it.

    Cleaning, Shopping & Never-Ending Battles Over The Kid

    by  • September 12, 2011 • Home Life

    This weekend consisted of cleaning, cleaning, and more cleaning…with a little work and shopping thrown in. Saturday, James and I thoroughly cleaned the living room and kitchen. That evening, I alternated between playing video games with him and working. While he was gone to Pennsylvania, I bought him Need for Speed Undercover for the PS 3. He only had one of the game (Little Big Planet), and he enjoys racing games so I surprised him with it. Back when we had the Nintendo Game Cube, we had Need for Speed Underground 1 & 2. This one just isn’t the same, but I like it nonetheless.

    Sunday, we got up and James took Sawyer to meet my mom so he could go to church with her. On the way home, James grabbed a newspaper for the coupons and breakfast. After we ate and got ready, we headed to town for groceries and few other things. I was able to get 4 Cascade trial packs of their dishwashing action pacs for free with my coupons. I also got a few jars of baby food for free as well. We also got what we hope is Sawyer’s last container of formula. It’s a bittersweet moment to know that we soon won’t have to pay for formula anymore, but that only means our little monkey is growing up.  :worried:

    After shopping, James and I came back and finished the rest of the house. We cleaned both bathrooms, our room, and Sawyer’s room. I started to tackle the guest bedroom, but just couldn’t get into it. So, I just organized the clutter a bit instead. You can now walk though it! :) We also wrapped Sawyer’s presents and filled the favor bags for his party. Later, we went to my mom’s to get Sawyer and eat dinner. It turned out that they cooked fish, so I munched on a few hushpuppies and fries and then ate dinner when I got home.

    While I was preparing leftovers (mashed potatoes, beans, carrots, and peas) for Sawyer, I look over to see my step-dad feeding him fish. I told him to stop, that Sawyer isn’t supposed to have seafood. Of course, I got the third degree for that. He asked why, then his mom’s long time boyfriend started talking about it too. It wasn’t enough that I just said not to feed him fish.

    So I got mad and ranted a bit about how tired I was of everyone trying to feed MY son what they thought he should be eating, and how I am just going by what his doctor said. I don’t want him to have an allergic reaction to something. It would be an embarrassment to me if I had to take Sawyer to the doctor and tell him that he ate fish and had a reaction, because I know his pediatrician would be thinking, I told you no seafood… It would make me look like a bad parent, even though it wasn’t me doing the feeding.

    When I sat down to the table to feed Sawyer, my step-dad sarcastically said, “Well did his doctor say he could have potatoes???” And I looked at him and said, “He didn’t say he couldn’t…” He didn’t speak to me for the rest of the time we were there. I am sure it isn’t the end of the food battles, because there are many others in my family that love to just fill him full of chocolate and whatever else they can get him to put in his mouth. However, I’m tired of being so passive about it and will be putting my foot down from now on because my son isn’t going to be raised on junk food and be overweight by the time he’s 10 like I was.

     

    My Biggest Pet Peeves

    by  • August 3, 2011 • Ramblings

    Today’s blogging prompt for the Veracity Blogathon is:

    What are some of your pet peeves? How do you handle them if someone is doing them?

    When I read this prompt, my immediate thought was bad drivers. If I could only get annoyed about one thing in the world, it would be people who cannot drive. It infuriates me when people act as though they are the only ones on the road. The worst thing is being pulled out in front of or cut off…and it’s really annoying when they do this just to go 2/10 of a mile up the road and turn. :grr: Not using blinkers is another driving related peeve.

    Aside from driving, I don’t really have that many things that I would consider to be a pet peeve. Below is a few others that I can think of…

    • Being hung up on
    • People changing plans at the last minute
    • Those who don’t take my freelance writing seriously (they think I can just do what they need me to and work later)
    • SPAM (and I don’t mean the pseudo-meat!)
    The way I handle them really differs based on my current mood when they occur. If I am in a good mood and someone who cannot drive cuts me off, I may just be slightly annoyed by shrug it off. However, if I am already not feeling the greatest, a pet peeve can really set me off. I have been known to cuss and honk at drivers on occasion  :P As far as the other pet peeves, I will usually brush them off or tell the person that I don’t like being hung up on, my plans being changed last minute, or that my job is real and I have do work in order to get paid!