Humpday B*TCHFest

I guess that's redundant, because B*tchfest is almost ALWAYS on Wednesday, but whatever. I don't have much time to get this ball rolling before I have to go in to edit, but I'll give you a few thoughts to start you off. Actually, I'm in a pretty good mood today, since I heard that Guiliani is dropping out. Yee-hah! Rules are the same as always: if something's got you angry, peeved, cheesed, pissed (etc) just come on in, pull up your keyboard and let it out. No judgments here; your feelings are your feelings.  And for those of you who don't see the point in us ******g and moaning - keep it to yourself. WE get it; we love it and we enjoy it. This is cheaper than therapy, healthier than eating, and more kind than kicking your dog or tripping someone else's kids. Now, go forth and *****ify! - B*tchfest hall of shame: politics, politicians, bad drivers, people who let their dog crap on my lawn, litter bugs who throw their trash any damned place these feel, broken glass AGAIN on my sidewalk, gas prices, oil prices, car alarms, the cold, overreporting on Britney, my boss, my job . . .  blah blah blah. - New this week: tabloid leeches who are bound and determined to find ANY tiny scrap of dirt of poor Heath Ledger. Sometimes people just DIE, and there IS no dirt. And even if there IS, what makes you think we're all entitled to it (or even give a damn about it?!) Just let the guy rest in peace, huh? - Dubya asking for patience regarding Iraq. Dude, we've been patient for hmmm -six years? - and we're no safer now than we were then.The only thing that charade has gained us is a bunch of body bags. Those poor kids in the military are giving everything, asked for nothing, they're tired, and they just want this to be over. Just let 'em come home. Oops! It's time! Gotta go!

I have hit one of my milestone goals today, so not much to ***** about but... If the city is going to make me buy special blue bags at $2 each for my trash then they could at least sell bags that do not rip at at the slightest pull.  Seriously - a $2 trash bag (YES! $2 EACH)  should hold mre than 4 lbs before it rips!!!   And to whoever had the 96 lb 3 yo on tv yesterday...that should be called child abuse and the authorities should be called, not Maury Povich (or whoever it was!) !!!  

Here's my b*&^h for today:  DIGITAL APPLIANCES and my DH!!  My stove went out Sunday.  I have since then I have bought and returned 2 perfectly good stoves because HE was convinced they were defected because the digital control panel would not come on.  Now take into consideration that he is a maintenance technician and should be familiar with electronics....yeah right!!  4 DAYS LATER... my stove is still not working and  it has been narrowed down to a grounding problem with the older wiring in our home.  Now I have to hire an electrician to come in and do new wiring all because I need a new stove!  Why does everything have to be so complicated??????  Why can't I just plug in the stove and it actually work?????

Ok my only ***** is this (and I have been told to let it go but I am having a really hard time) The fact that someone blocked me because of a joke that I even apologized about sending (didnt even realize I sent it to her).  Made everything seem ok in the PM and the BAM she blocked me!  WHATEVER... I did nothing but lend you support and you want to block me over something stupid... well if you dont have a sense of humor we cant be friends cause I am pretty warped when it comes to that! Ok I AM DONE

Is today Wednesday?  I thought it was only Tuesday.  I'll be a monkeys uncle. And as far as Guiliani drippoing out, he finally realized without 9/11 he didn;t have a pot to p&^% in.

Great timing on the post for me today! LOL I got talked to by a co-worker because I said something that she thought was "uncalled for" in front of another co-worker. We all knew she was on jury duty (she told everyone about it and had it up on her calendar and out of office reply). I made a quick little joke about how we thought she used it as an excuse to go shopping all week. The co-worker that I said it in front of is a good friend of mine and knew I was joking. I was even laughing when I said it. The thing that makes me really burn is the fact that the person who didn't like what I said is seriously the rudest person in our building. She is down right mean to people, me included! Whatever! This dumb B complex I'm taking per my bariatric nurse's orders tastes awful! It starts to melt in my mouth faster than I can ge****er to wa**** down. Then all morning I burp the taste. YUCK! I know I need it, but I dread taking it every day! I know I live in MN, but enough already with the -30 below temps and windchill! I can't wait for the high tomorrow to get all the way up to 12 above! Woo hoo! I might be able to take a layer off tomorrow...Nah, probably not quite yet. LOL I feel better already!

I feel to gross to B****, but I wish this stomach bug would just have it's way with me and get it over with.  This is the 5th day of feeling :oP, enough already, I'm too busy. preparing tax recpts in an orderly fashion is definately not something I look forward to, but I want the return so I have some inner torment today. Don't get much real word info... but if I see one more episode about chocolate on Dora the Explorer  I'm going to snap!

That I fought my butt off to save one of my favorite employees from a layoff tomorrow (and even sacrificed TWO other employees to save her) and today she resigns, too late for me to change my decision.  So now I'm effed. That I'm getting audited by the IRS and don't have time to research it because my job is so demanding.  Response due today.  And I'm stuck at work, dealing with issue above. That my company is so cheap I have to do said layoffs by phone.  BY PHONE? That my weight just isn't dropping off.  It's hard work for me.  WAY harder than a lot of people seem to make this out to be......i love the people who say "I didn't exercise for the first 70 lbs, those just fell off."  HUH? I'm really quite happy for you, but COME ON! Seriously? Why does it feel hard for me? And SLOW? That even though I'm single with no kids or husbands, I never have enough time in the day to get what I need to get done, done.  How do you guys do it?? That my father is having another liver transplant and we just WENT through that last year, and it failed.  I'm scared as hell.  Last time I lived with my boyfriend and had someone to come home to at night.  Now I'm facing this alone. That my mother is jealous of all the time I have to spend helping my dad.  Seriously? You're going to get jealous of someone who is dying? That I make more money than I ever thought possible yet always feel broke. Man, you caught me on a good day for this post.  I am STRESSING!

I freakin hate that I'm getting older. I hate the fact that I'm the type that hates getting older because I always said I was going to grow old gracefully. But I'm turning 30 soon and I'm holding on to 29 kicking and screaming! Am I becoming Uncle Rico?

You poor old maid!