Ah, memory lane..

Was looking through an old blog, reread this gem...  Sure brought back the memories..

Note: I was separated for damn-near seven years until I recently finalized my divorce..  We were physically and financially separated but not legally separated when this happened a few years ago. She used (and still does) the kids as a weapon and an excuse against me.

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So I was asked by the Ew (estranged wife) if she could borrow a car as her car needed to go into the shop.. So before I agreed, I asked a few questions.

How long did she need it?  She could get a loaner if it is more than a day from out mechanic.  Did she have money to pay for it? Yes.  With a sense of dread, but feeling like I did not have a choice as she needs to transport our kids half the time.. I did not like it, but agreed to let her use one of my cars for a day.

The Ew’s car was the last ‘good’ car I bought.  She got it when we separated, had been driving it into the ground for years..  Constantly runs out of gas, does not check the oil regularly..  Ran with bad brakes until they failed..  You know, yer mechanics dream customer.. =D

Now I have been driving beaters for years.  Cheap, barely running things I have suffer with partly for the joy of fixing what I can myself, partly as car repairs are so random that if something major breaks I can just dump the lemon and move on to the next car, partly because I am cheap..  =)  I have two cars.  The Sundance (autostart, heater works great, transmission going out) and the Crown Vic (bald tires, needs oil with every fillup, but has ice cold A/C)  I drive both, so as to not beat up one car too much..  Also have two cars as a backup, problem with one, drive the other..  One dies, have time to find another..  System works out pretty well.

Decided to let her use the Crown Vic as it was only going to be a day…  Ha!

Week 1:  She gets the car.  When I ask about getting my car back a couple days later, she gives me attitude, like it is none of my business what is going on with her car!  I remind her she only asked for one day.  Text and email a few more times about what is going on, no response.  I have to repeatedly tell her to check and refill the oil.

Week 2: My kid tells me the motors shot and ‘Mama’s gonna buy a new car’ when I ask how (I know I shouldn't have, was honestly curious) since she does not work I am told she is going to have some charity get her money.  Ew rips me a new one for ‘involving the kids in something that should be between us’ ignoring the fact she is refusing to talk to me about it! Says she is ‘weighing her options’ and will let me know.  Oh, and she tells me she does not know what the big deal is as I ‘do not drive the crown vic anyway.’  And the kids ask me independently why I am bugging Mama since I do not need to drive the car as well.

Bonus: Oh, and BTW her car needs to be removed from the mechanic’s place, and she cannot be bothered.  It is filled with her crap.  Since this is my mechanic too I drive the car to my place.

Week 3: Informs me that when her daughter buys a new car, she will use her daughter’s old car, will 'let me know' when I can get my car back.  I ask her to make a decision about getting rid of her car as it is parked on the street, and had to be dug out from a snowstorm, took a chilly 30 minutes of hard work, and the help of neighbors to get it moved before the plows came by.

Bonus: she tells me it was ‘no big deal’ I had to dig out her car, because I would just have had to dig out my car if she wasn't using it?  Guess she does not understand that there is a difference between doing something for yourself and doing something for an, er, um, ungrateful biatch?

When my kids and I are at a Christmas party, my daughter is talking to her ma on the phone, and informs me that my car will be back, and the key will be in the mailbox or the porch.  When I get home, her car is gone, my car is there!  But no key in the mailbox, no key in the porch, no key in the car..  Key cannot be found despite 30 minutes of looking in the subzero weather..  I text the Ew and she said that she was keeping my only car key until she gets her spare key back, the spare key to her car, the car she is getting rid of, the key I had because I had to picked up her car for her from the mechanic? Petty much?  Oh, and she left a bag of trash in the car, and the gas gauge below ‘E’.

So in summary, she asked to borrow a car for a day, kept it 3 weeks.  Did not say thanks, or sorry. Left the car trashed, empty of gas without the key.

An Apple a Day

I recently spent several days in the hospital. While that is a not a wonderful experience, there was something that made it even worse than it already was.

Room mates. I had 3 of them during the 5 days I was there.

#1 roommate was, I believe, quite a few bricks short of a load. She was a screamer who had her shoulder and arm broken. I can't imagine how horribly painful that must have been. I can imagine how many times (6) I was awoken from a drug induced, painful sleep by her shrieks. Honey, come on. Yes, it is painful, we all know that. At some point though, one must suck it up and stop with the screaming. Save it for when someone is trying to slit your throat.
Also, calling the nurse over the little intercom thing and telling her "my vagina really itches!" is just not cool. No one needs to know that except the nurse. Ask her to come in and then tell her in private. Sheesh.

#2 roommate was a tall woman who cried almost the entire time. I never did really figure out what was wrong with her other than she had massive stomach issues (ulcers, etc..) and could not keep anything down and was in a lot of pain.
What I did know about her was her family situation. We were in a small room separated by a curtain. On my side of the bed was me in bed on her side of the room was her in bed, her mother, father, two daughters and one toddler boy. Even if you don't have children you know that putting a toddler in a small room with lots of people and lots of cool things to touch and look at is a bad idea. Non stop screaming at little Johnny. Two teen daughters texting and talking on the phone, beeping, ringing, laughing.
The patient was very rude to the nurses and anyone who crossed her path really. Not fun.

#3 roommate was an elderly woman who was really quiet actually. She didn't cause much trouble at all and we got along fine. She had the joy of listening to me vomit numerous times so she probably is writing a blog post about me! Her elderly husband in a wheel chair came to visit. He was accompanied by a young woman. From the moment he entered her part of the room he sneezed, coughed, snorted,blew his nose, etc... and kept saying he had chills and didn't feel well. The nurse came in for something and ended up telling the young woman that he needed to go since he was not feeling well. The young woman said ok and they left. About an hour later, the girl came back and told the older lady that she had taken the old guy to the E.R. and that he had pneumonia. Well boy howdy. Thanks for spreading that all around a post surgical floor where there are a ton of people trying to recover. People are dumb no way around it. 

I really hope that I don't have to be a patient at the hospital again any time soon.

A little of this, some of that..

 

OK, I know ads are a necessary evil, pays the bills so to speak, with that said, if you are going to make me watch an ad before I can watch my internet video, I have a few demands er requests..

• Let me mute it or close it, don take away the damn controls. I usually run my computer with the sound muted because of arsehatty websites who have multimedia ads that start blaring crap!

 

 

• ROTATE the content of the ads, do NOT make me watch the same 30 second ad with each and every video on your site!

• I am slightly annoyed by the ones that let you skip the ad after 5 seconds or so, because those had have teaser beginnings and I 'almost' want to watch the ad, but then a little voice in my head screams, GET OUT OF MY HEAD, YOU CAN'T MAKE ME WATCH YOUR CRAP!!

Note to advertisers: I know you think you are being clever, but I do remember your name and will never buy from you if you piss me off. NEVER.

 

And FFS don't drop some bomb on me, hidden at the top or bottom of the web page, so I have to search for it to shut your unwanted shiat off. There are several websites I no longer view because of such shenanigans.. And again, NEVER.
 

 

 

I was thinking the other day, as some asshat pissed me off for some reason or another.. That a lot of what we do pissed off others.. Some things can be written off as an honest mistake, but somethings?

• Changing lanes in front of someone and making a left turn at the very next intersection. Now if there was room behind the car you cut off, you sir or madam, are an asshat!

• I have kids, and eat out frequently. But if you take your kids out to dinner (or anywhere for that matter) and do not parent you children, let them run wild, those poor kids have an asshat or two for parents..

• Can't wait your turn in line, or even those who don't like lines and stand sloppy, confusing others, and allowing those who don't like to wait the excuse to cut.. All ya'll is asshats!

• I like to be able to hear my music, sometimes crank it up, but if I can hear your crap from a block away.. You know it, you know the drill..  The hat fits..

• Read the damn signs! If the sale mentions specific items are on sale, don't grab random stuff then argue with the cashier, while I am waiting in line behind you, about how you should get a discount because you can not be bothered to read!

• Sometimes a driver has only a few seconds, literally, to make that left turn or get through specific intersections.  So when the light changes, don't take that moment to fall asleep at the wheel, or take your damn time..  And pedestrians?  Those intersections are ones you do not want to get in front of my car, during my few seconds of opportunity, jaywalking your big ol' asshat head, robbing me of my turn.. 

• Speaking of pedestrians, what is so damn hard about waiting until you walk your carless ass to the intersection and wait for the light before you cross the street?  I mean its simple physics people..  Even if you are 250, 350, hell 400 pounds, my made-in-the-usa hunka junk WILL be the winner if we happen to meet in the street.  And I am not in the mood to scrape asshat off of the bottom of my car, knowwhatImean?

Ok, well I am tired so will say good night to you kind gentlemen and gentlewomen..  Good night I say!



Accidents happen but sometimes they don't have to.

Accidents do happen. I realize that and I understand that.

But don't tell me that a small child that gets ahold of a loaded gun and shoots himself or another child is an accident. That is negligence on the adult's part that owns the gun. You feel the need to have a loaded gun in your house? Then keep it where a child cannot get it. Don't put it between the headboard and the mattress and then call it an accident when your 3 year old shoots his one year old brother. YOU need to go to jail. No ifs, ands or buts. This really makes me angry.

In a city near us a little 9 year old boy was messing around the train tracks and tried to jump on a moving train. I will wait and let that sink in a minute. He slipped and his legs went under the train severing his feet off just above the ankles. I just cannot fathom this, but it happened. Of course, I feel that a 9 year old has NO BUSINESS running around a city alone or playing near rail road tracks. What the heck people? Keep an eye on your children and the neighborhood children.

People are so worried now that they can't say something to kids that don't belong to them. Personally, I don't give a crap what anyone thinks, if I would have seen a 9 year old playing around the train tracks, I would have told him to get the heck out of there and if he didn't? Call the police. 

Stuff like this just should not happen.

Sometimes you just can't win.

If you are or were a smoker you will understand this post very well. When a person smokes it does not matter what ailment they have, it is caused by smoking. Bad back? Well, if you didn't smoke, it would get better. Ingrown toenail? Well you have poor blood circulation because you smoke and on and on and on.

I went to the doctor yesterday for a check up. We did the usual stuff and then she asked me about smoking. I told her that I hadn't smoked a real cigarette in 2 weeks, but that I have been smoking an electronic cigarette. So technically not quit altogether, but working on it.
She was all "Oh that's great! Way to go!".

And then in the next breath.....wait for it...wait for it...

She says "Well now we can work on losing weight!"

For one minute couldn't we just bask in the warm glow of the fact that after 30 freaking years I have the desire and will power to quit smoking?
No. Now every.single.farking.thing will be attributed to my weight.
I can't win.

Random Rants

Flushing urinals.  Are the guys who do not flush saving the environment by not wasting water or lazy SOB's who refuse to clean their messes? Either way, I do not want to see or smell your piss!

Reality shows that take 10 minutes of content and stretch it over an hour..  I understand they want you to keep you there to watch their commercials, but c'mon..  Actually, swear to god, saw one show what teased they would explain something 'when they come back' had two more breaks, and it was THE NEXT EPISODE that explained it.  Un-friken-believable!

VIP's. These people are so much more important than the rest of us.  They drop there trash wherever, flick their butts, they don't care, they even have other people flush their urinals!  They do not have to wait their turn, bullies who push their way to the front of the line, idiots weave in and out of traffic to save a few seconds, or those who's need to speed somehow trumps my need to drive at a safe speed. Keep on tailgating me there sport.  I swear, only the fact that my kids were riding with me has stopped me from slamming on the breaks on more than one occasion.  One of these days sport, my kids wont be in my car, and you will be in my backseat.

Corporations taking over America, spreading their mediocrity everywhere!  Same damn stores EVERYWHERE!  Go to yer average mall and the same stores, same eateries, same kiosks..  No matter where you go, there you are..

Poppin Tags. My better half already ranted about this, but it bears repeating.  You’re a THRIFT STORE, selling items DONATED to you, and some of these stores pay less than slavewages  to its workers..  like TWENTY-TWO FARKING CENTS?!  And you have the nerve to sell work shoes for 50 bucks?  Broken items or jigsaw puzzles with missing pieces? C'mon..

Jaywalkers drive me NUTZ! I do not understand why they think it is ok to drunkenly stagger out into traffic in the middle of the street, or against the light at the crosswalk, or, FTLOG, walk down the middle of a residential street almost daring someone to hit them.  Pull up your pants and GTF out of my way you punks, and while yer at it, get off my lawn!

Speaking of my lawn.  I kid you not, I have lived 50 years on this earth, and NEVER have I seen people who will cop a squat on people property, people they do not know!  I mean when I was a kid, running wild around the hood, I would stop and sit on the steps or lawns or porches of people  I KNEW, it was called being neighborly.  In my current neighborhood, we have people, kids and adults, who see no problem sitting on someone’s steps or porch, just to hang out, smoke a joint.  We have a fenced yard, with a gate just past the couple steps of the sidewalk, and this Mexican family who will sit on those steps and wait for their kids schoolbus, at least they did.  I do not know them, they do not know me.  WTH people!

 

Well, hope you are having a better day than me.  L8ter.. =)

Yield

I completely understand that pedestrians have the right of way when crossing the street.
However. (there is always a however, isn't there?)
When you cross a very busy street, AGAINST the light and make traffic come to a complete stop, you are taking a big chance. You are also making a lot of people angry, including me.
Today as I was driving down a busy street in the city, I saw a woman step off the curb against the light about half a block ahead of me. She was lucky that everyone saw her and didn't hit her, because frankly people get hit every day.
I slowed down and came to a complete stop in the intersection waiting for her to hurry the heck up and get across. She walked slowly and seemed to not have a care in the world. Switched her big ol' purse from one shoulder to the other. She looked over at me as I was giving her my very best stink eye telepathic message. She just raised her eyebrows and gave me the 'I really don't give a crap about anyone" look.
I turned and looked at the car next to me and caught the eye of the woman driving the SUV. She just slowly shook her head while rolling her eyes.

I have a feeling she was thinking the same thing as me. "I really want to mow her ass down, but prison is so unappealing."