Feel Like Complaining

Between my husband and myself, we have lost about 95 pounds. I'm way ahead of him though, just had to say that. That's great and all but nobody really told me about the downfalls of losing weight. For one, the expense of new clothes. There are only a few items in my closet that I had a year ago. I've given away so many bags of clothes and still have some in piles waiting. I don't mind shopping at thrift stores, which I have more the past year than ever before, but it would be nice to be able to buy a new outfit now and then. Right now it doesn't make much sense because every few months I needed more clothes. So I guess until I reach my final goal, thrift store clothes will have to do. Along with needing new clothing; something you might not even consider, is needing new underwear. My grannie bloomers have become much more roomy and baggy. I had to break down and buy some hipsters to go with the new jeans that I'm now sporting. My bloomers came up way above...

Mmmmmmm, which story should I begin with? They both involve pain of some sort so I guess it doesn't matter. I'll start with my daughter's love life, she ought to love that. She has a long distance boyfriend. I suppose not the best scenario but that's how it turned out. They knew each other in grade school and then 7th grade. He moved to California soon after. He used to leave love notes on her desk in 6th grade and she had no idea who was doing it but he just confessed recently. Anyway they've been texting and Skyping on occasion and are in love. Ahhhhhhhh. His family was heading up this way to a family reunion and he was making plans to see her. He invited her to the reunion, without asking I guess so that didn't work out. Friends could come for one day but the drive was just too far to come home and then go back and get her, about 6 hours travel time. So that didn't work out. Since he and his sister didn't get to see any friends, their Mom said tha...

 She's such a courteous driver My hubby and I have been out driving with the kid for a couple of weeks now. We take turns though, it's not good to have two backseat drivers. The other day I was in the front and he was in the back and we're both telling her what to do. If I was her I would have pulled over and kicked us both out. We both have differences of opinions on how things should be done and of course each one of is right. So from now on we will alternate taking her out. Being in the passenger seat gives you a different perspective, mainly about the crazy drivers out there. When I'm driving I won't hesitate to cuss someone out who cuts me off or put on my brakes when I'm being tailgated. But when your kid is driving and someone pulls that crap, it makes me mad. Sure, they don't know she's a student driver but still, common courtesy and rules of the road should dictate how you act towards other drivers. Even her instructors encounter ruden...

My husband and I usually take our dog for a walk in the morning. Since time is limited, it's usually a short walk on one of two regular routes. As we approached a cross-street we saw another couple walking their dog too. We usually try and hang back to let the other dog pass, not really knowing how a different dog is going to react. Then we noticed that the dog was not on a leash. The man tried to keep it in check with verbal warnings but all of a sudden it started running toward us at full speed. The man yelled "He's OK." I really hate it when a dog is running at you growling and the dumb ass owner says "He's OK." That is the stupidest thing to say and I may even be guilty of saying it myself when Nellie got away from me. When she was younger my daughter and I took her to the school's football field to let her run. She was young and knew I couldn't run in the snow and she took off after another dog--on the other side of the field. So as I re...

serves them right for eating something so gross in the first place These two idiots in California are suing the Seafood Peddler restaurant in San Rafael over an alleged incident of "exploding" escargot. Chadwick St.-OHarra and Steve Righetti were celebrating Righetti's birthday at the restaurant and they both ordered the escargot. As they dove into the little devils with their cocktail forks the snails squirt out hot garlic butter on both of their faces and polo shirts. St-OHarra cried that butter got into one of his tear ducts causing 'temporary vision impairment' and said he was genuinely outraged about the incident. Maybe he should have sued his mother for naming him Chadwick, a name like that is just asking for trouble. And have you ever been outside when a tiny little bug flies into your eye. It hurts like Hell, but you don't see me suing God do you? Like God should have warned me that little bugs can be hazardous to my eyes, causing 'tempora...

I don't usually write about religion; or politics for that matter. But recent events in our community made me kind of have to bring it up in order to write about it. I wouldn't call myself a religious person but more a spiritual one. I do believe in God. A God that is loving, not one that is hateful or one to be afraid of. Supporters of the Westboro Baptist Church in Topeka, Kansas came through our area a few days ago to protest at various schools and colleges. They visited schools toting their hateful signs of what they believe God to hate. I can't even repeat what their signs say, it's just too sickening. The church is led by Rev. Fred Phelps and his congregation consists of his children, grandchildren and in-laws. They started their anti-gay preaching in Topeka and then took his hateful messages across the country. They are known to picket soldiers' funerals and target homosexuals, Jews, gays, Blacks and the United States . They believe that "God's h...

Today I get this letter from U.S. Bank notifying me that someone has tried to gain access to our accounts and our online access has been frozen. I was instructed to call a certain number for help. Well, the first thing I think of is, what if this is the scam and by calling this number I may cause a problem when none exists to begin with. So I go to their website and the number matches. It didn't help me feel any better though because I know there is a real problem now. I talked to a very nice woman who explained that someone, probably from another country had tried to gain access to our accounts. We have a charge account, creditline account, and business checking account. All were safe and nothing was taken. But we still have to open new accounts for each one. That means new credit cards, creditline cards/checks and checking account checks. And then I remember I have payments that are automatically taken out of the checking account and the charge card. I'm scrambling around tr...

This morning I was on the phone bright and early calling the IRS with a couple of simple tax questions. I was on hold for probably 10 minutes at first. The first woman I talked to asked me how she could direct my call. I said I had two questions; one about interest income for a minor and the other one regarding a 1099-G we received. She said I'll send you over to this department for one question and they might know the answer to the second one too. More on-hold time. Another woman answers and I asked her the 1099-G question regarding filing a non-resident State return. My husband works for a company in another state so we have to file that state's return. We received the 1099-G and it gave us instructions on how to use the amount of last years refund this year but ONLY if we filed Schedule A. After I finally realized that I didn't use Schedule A last year, I repeated to the agent "OK, since I didn't use a schedule A, then I can disregard this notice as it states...

I found a link to rate my blog based on the presence of certain words. They found my blog to be rated R, for using the following words; Pain (4x), Viagra (2x) and Meth (1x). Does that mean that my 13 year old can't read it now? And what about the word ' Ass ', I've used that several times. And the word ' Balls ' too, but I guess it depends on how you use it. Even the word ' Beer ' didn't count for much. I even used the word ' Numbnuts ' once too and they didn't even care! Apparently you can even use the word ' Pee '. My story on ' Pregnant Man ' didn't even make them blush. Oh, and this is great, you can say ' Shit Head ' as much as you want! And they didn't seem to mind that I continually insult my husband . If you want to check out your blog rating, click on the picture.

I'm just going to jump right in here and say, I am pissed. A few months ago at my regular check up I complained of memory loss, mood swings, all over pain and other things. After a full blood workup everything looked normal except that I was quite low in the hormone department. I am not in menopause yet but still low. My nurse practitioner suggested a pharmacy in town that compounds bio-identical hormones and they would be able to make me a compound of exactly what I needed instead of a one-size-fits-all medication . To me this sounded like a dream come true, because I definitely don't want to take horse pee as an HRT. My insurance wouldn't cover this though but I was given a discount on the consultation. The Pharmacist I talked to was very nice and sweet and said I would be feeling better in a few weeks and she would make it as low cost as possible. I picked up my medication and paid $45.00 for the first month. It's not out of the ball park but still difficult as this ...

This cheerful little subject line is what greeted me last Friday morning as I opened my email. To back up the story a bit I will have to tell you why this jerk felt he had to say this to me. Earlier this spring I had written a story about one of ladies I work for. It was a very nice story.....really. I'm not totally bitchy all the time. It was the first story I had ever written and I was pretty proud of it. My husband and I both subscribe to a couple of inspirational ezines. A few of them run full stories on Friday's. I submitted my story to both of them but only heard back from one, so far. It ran on Friday and my inbox was full of the nicest emails from all over the world telling me how much they loved the story and that I should continue to write. Then there was this one. ~~~~~~~~~~~ Do the world a favor and quit writing. my GOd what trash. no meaning... no passion... no purpose . Don't quit your day job. Transforming world consciousness...healing the planet...one semin...