I got tired of listening to the hubster complain about how I make our son’s lunch, but not his. So, this morning I made his lunch. Hubster came in the kitchen just as I was finishing.
Me: “Mustard okay on your sandwich?”
Him: “Nooo! Mayoooh! Who the hell puts mustard on turkey!?”
Me: “I thought you did. Okay, I’ll take it off.”
Him: “YOU CAN’T TAKE IT OFF! YOU’LL WASTE HALF OF IT!”
Me: “Yes I can…see?” (Scraping mustard off the cheese) “I only wasted one piece of bread. You’re good.”
Him: (muttering) “Mustard on turkey…that’s just wrong………..”…blah blah blah….
Then this afternoon, I got a text message:
Him: “Where the hell is my dessert?!?!?!”
Me: “You got yogurt. You ate all the cookies.”
Him: “That was my fruit.”
Me: “Yogurt can be fruit and dessert.”
Him: “Yogurt is fruit dammit!”
Me: “And dessert. Yogurt and pudding would be redundant.”
Him: “The hell you say!”
Me: “Tomorrow you can have blueberries and pudding.”
Him: “I hate you.”
I figure another few days of this and he’ll be demanding to make his own lunch. 🙂
The other day, I found my 13 year-old son in the garage, painting and listening to music on the radio. He’s always been into classic rock, but like many kids, has no idea about the names of the groups or their significance. What followed was…well… pretty much what you’d expect.
Oh, you’re listening to The Who!
No, The Who.
The group you’re listening to. They’re called The Who.
The Who! The band! The band is called The Who!
I don’t get it.
I guess I should just be glad he has good taste in music. Heaven help me if he discovers The Band.
You’ve ruined commercials. Because of the Hump Day Camel, E-Trade Baby and those hilarious Kids in the Discussion Group, I can’t stand other advertisements.
If I can’t stand other advertisements, I won’t buy products.
If I don’t buy products, my kids won’t have clothes.
If my kids don’t have clothes, they’ll get kicked out of school.
Please don’t make my kids get kicked out of school.
I really need to get out more.
Okay…It’s go time. My domain name is about to renew and I have to decide if I will continue to be uniquely weird or just plain old weird. So, I’m going to pick up where I left off and try to blog every stinking day, regardless of what stupid thing comes to my mind. If I manage to do it for a month, I’ll keep my domain. If not, I’ll go poof into the land of blogger wannabe’s.
I have stuff to say. I just discovered that I’m not nearly as funny as I thought I was. I guess it’s better to find out now rather than later.
Either that or I need to consume more jello shots.
I know many people don’t buy into the whole “things happen for a reason” thing. Others don’t believe in the spirits of our dearly departed guiding us, but they do believe in divine guidance from God.
Regardless of what you believe, there is some serious shit going on with my computer today.
The hubster and I are looking into financing a venture and I got a list of lenders from one of our contact people. I’m working my way down the list, emailing contacts, explaining what we’re looking for. I started on the phone and was unable to get an answer at two different banks.
The first sent me on a wild goose chase of electronic prompts that eventually landed on a busy signal. This wasn’t some 1-800 call center. It was the local number of a small credit union. The next bank had the wrong number on their website. Undeterred, I emailed the “contact us” address on the site and it got bounced back as an invalid address. Also, not a large bank.
So, I moved on to just emailing my list of contacts. I got one message out and when I went to send the second, my gmail went down. Totally down. Everything else was up and running, but my gmail refused to send the message. I tried 6 or 7 times before saving it to drafts. Hrm.
I composed my message to the third contact and it went right through, but got bounced back as an invalid address!
Then I got an ‘out of office” response from the first one. Okay….
The fourth went through no problem. The fifth got bounced back, so I went to their website to find another contact. Their website would not load!! Go to any other page on the Internet and it was fine. Not Wells Fargo…
I went to the next one and the message went right through.
Eight banks and I got two messages to go through. Bottom line? If I get financing from one of those two, I’m going to be seriously freaked out.
Imagine this: you’re standing with a group of friends, talking about something that you all have in common. For this example, let’s say you’re discussing your mutual love of the color chartreuse. You’re opinion is that chartreuse is just the coolest color ever. Your friends may not all share your intense enthusiasm for chartreuse. Perhaps they really like it, but they have other favorite colors too. The conversation is friendly, respectful and fun. These are your friends, so you feel safe gushing about chartreuse.
Suddenly, you’re joined by someone else you know – someone who really, really digs vermilion. In fact, they think people that like chartreuse are downright idiotic. They join your conversation, call you ignorant names and questions your intelligence. What makes matters worse is that this person is a relative/close friend/person you can’t really escape being associated with. You’re humiliated, not because of your differing views, but because this person just vomited all over the conversation.
Then they say, “We’re in public. I can say whatever I want. Don’t put it out there if you don’t want people commenting on it.”
Sure, you’re standing in the mall, but you’re clearly talking with your friends…or not. Why would someone who cares about you, walk up to you and bitch slap you in front of 300 of your friends and family?
Okay, by now you probably get that I’m not talking about standing in the mall talking about obscure colors. I’m talking about the way people treat each other in the social media. Rather than rant, I’d simply like to point out a few things and hope it sinks in with some people.
- Social media is not necessarily “a public forum”. If you’re on Facebook, (where most of these offenses occur), your privacy settings are very likely limited to your “friends”. I don’t know many people that put everything out there for public consumption. Therefore, when you swoop in and shit all over someone’s post, it’s the same as walking up to them and calling them out in front of every person they know. Because, who are we kidding, we probably all have people “friended” who are like our bff’s next door neighbor’s cousin because we went to a party once with them. I don’t know about you, but I don’t exactly want everyone I know to be aware of the fact that Aunt Sally can’t control her mouth when she’s drunk…again.
- Just because you disagree with someone, it does not mean they are wrong. Seriously. Deal with it and move on.
- Comments on social media are not a private conversation between you and the original poster or anyone else who may comment on the post. To spell this out further…EVERYONE CAN READ THEM. Please. There are many other ways to find out if she slept with so-and-so. Truly, none of the rest of us care.
- The same goes for blogs. If I say Mary is my best friend in my blog, don’t comment that you think Mary is a tramp. Guess what…Mary can read it and you’re an idiot.
- Lastly and most importantly (yet, what I know will be lost on most people), don’t treat people like shit just because you can’t see the hurt you inflict. I learned this one the hard way. If you don’t agree with someone’s opinion, move on. Hide the post or close the browser. Rant to your husband about what a drunken idiot Aunt Sally is. But don’t call her one on Facebook or anywhere else. Words hurt and sometimes the hurt lasts a lot longer than you’d imagine.
And for the record, this is chartreuse.
The past couple of days, I’ve received notifications regarding comments on old blog posts. Very old. Like back to the beginning. I would like to think, “Hey cool! New readers!” However, the comments are very strange and have absolutely nothing to do with the content of my blog. It seems like somewhere there’s a link on another website that directs comments to my blog. I’ve reported them as spam, because I guess that’s what they are. But it’s still weird.
Is anyone else having this issue?
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I laughed so hard, I coughed and wheezed for 20 minutes. I”m still not quite right. Watch at your own risk (particularly 5…6…7+ times).
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
600 people reached the top of Mt. Everest in 2012. This blog got about 3,900 views in 2012. If every person who reached the top of Mt. Everest viewed this blog, it would have taken 7 years to get that many views.
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