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Yes, the lack of deliciousness in my diet is getting to me. I feel like I’m eating dirt and twigs – that’s how fucking bland this diet is. Blehck! I’m pissed. I’m grumpy. I’m sick of eating the same shit day in and day out. I’m trying to keep my mind off of it by staying busy…which I am able to do most days. Today…it was another story. I had too much time on my hands and every few minutes my mind wandered – to chocolaty goodness land, to icecreaminess land, to ANYWHERE but frickin’ dirt & twig land. I then tried to redirect my pissiness. I wasn’t too successful with that and now I’ve ended up with a nice little list of shit that pissed me off today.

#1 The school drop off loop. At my daughter’s school there is a parent drop off loop that I use every morning. It’s the same routine every day: you pull your car up to the head of the loop, let your kid get out of the car and watch them dash into school. Simple, right? Holy hell. I wish it were that simple. For some reason I always seem to get behind these idiot women who take FOREVER to unload their kids. Why does it take them so long? I’ve paid close attention lately and here is why: because they are talking on their cell phone, lighting a cigarette (or crack pipe), fixing their hair in the mirror, reading a book, or painting their nails (I made the last two up but they are possibilities). They can’t just pull up and dump their kid off. They have to sit there for minutes on end while traffic is backing up behind them. Today I sat behind a vehicle and started to boil as I saw, not the mother, but the daughter sit and play with her hair in the mirror for what seemed like 5 minutes. I was furious. Come on, my kid needs to get into school and YOUR kid should have done her frickin’ hair in the mirror at home…not in your blasted car taking up MY time in the loop.

#2 Parties of two who decide to take the largest frickin’ table in a restaurant. Oh.My.Gawd. I want to smack these people. I was having lunch with the girls today (no…not my boobs, my girlfriends: 3 of them + me = 4) and I arrived at the restaurant first to find that there were no 4-tops available. BECAUSE the only two tables that could seat 4 were being occupied by couples…yes COUPLES…2 PEOPLE…not 4. What the hell? There was a plethora of 2-top tables. But, oh no, do you think these folks could be considerate and sit at those? Nooooooo. So, we had to sit at the bar and wait until these morons were finished before we could be seated. Grrrrrrrr.

#3 People at the grocery store with carts filled to the frickin’ ceiling who refuse to let ANYONE ahead of them…even those of us with just one measly item in our paws. Arrggggghhhhh. Motherfuckers. These people need to be tied to the back of a car and dragged…to frickin’ Egypt (well, actually probably somewhere in the States since you couldn’t technically drive to Egypt). I always…yes, always, let someone in front of me if I have a shitload of groceries to purchase and the person behind me has a pack of gum…or even an armful of stuff. Don’t these people know how annoying it is to wait…and wait…and wait…when all we want to do is pay for our frickin’ tampons (or whatever) and get out of the store?

#4 Let’s just continue with the grocery store tirade, shall we? This one is for Kate…and all my other short friends who can’t reach the top shelf at the grocery store. The shelves are always neatly faced first thing in the morning. By mid-day the shelves have been picked over and the items that do happen to be left are so far back on the top shelf you’d need an arm extension to grab them. Hey, Captain Hook, can you come here and help me grab this can of corn? Now, how the hell are people supposed to reach these things? In my grocery shopping experience I’ve had more than one person ask for my assistance (it helps to be a 5’10’ Amazon woman) in reaching an item on the top shelf. We are at the grocery store…to shop…for things on the shelf…things that should be easily accessible. How hard is it to send one of the grocery boys (or whatever the hell they call themselves these days) around to reface the shelves mid-day? Isn’t that what they’re there to do anyway? Oh wait, we wouldn’t want to bother those busy little boys who are collecting shopping carts in the parking lot and playing “wheelie” as they ride them to the cart stall.

#5 People who have NO idea what the center turning lane is for. This drives me absolutely crazy. What the hell do people think that middle lane is for? Do they think it’s some new fangled “walking lane” for pedestrians – so they can safely walk down the middle of a frickin’ street? How hard is it to figure out what that lane is for? Oh.My.God. I want to ram my car into the back of the next motherfucker who doesn’t use that lane to turn and remains in front of me to turn left.

Wow, that was quite a bitchfest. I feel much better now. That is all for now. Over and out.

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It appears that it’s going to be one bitchfest after another this week on my dear ol’ blog. Oh well, that’s what it’s for – to air my grievances because, shit, if I held it all inside, well…I just might implode. And we wouldn’t want that to happen, would we?

I took my car to the garage yesterday afternoon to have my muffler checked as it was behaving noisily. My daughter and I decided that we would grab a bite to eat while we were waiting since there was a restaurant nearby. Little did we know that Casper the Ghost was going to be sitting directly behind us. All we wanted was to have a relaxing and peaceful meal while waiting for the car.

Now, let me premise this by saying that I am, in no way, discriminating against those that are mentally challenged (my brother is mentally handicapped, for chrissake). I just wanted to get that out of the way before the hate mail comes flooding in. What I am going to say, however, is that I have very little patience for the handful of individuals I’ve encountered, as of late, that are responsible for the care of these less fortunate folk. Why on earth does it seem that only ignorant, loud-mouthed, incapable people are selected to care for the mentally challenged? Isn’t that the blind leading the blind?

Back to the story; Casper is sitting directly behind us and all we can hear is “Hhhhmmmm, hhhoooooooo, whoooooooo, oooooooo, hooooooo, hmmmmm, oooooooooooo.” NON frickin’ STOP…and at an ear-piercing tone. Nope, it doesn’t let up for even an eentsy, teentsy moment. I want to grab my fork and catapult it backwards – but that would do no good as it would only hit the safety helmet that “Casper” is wearing, and in turn cause more of a ruckus. Arrrgggghhhh. What I’d really like to do is throttle the caregivers. Here is my beef: the people that are chaperoning are saying, “Sssshhhhh, BE QUIET, STOP IT” loudly and repeatedly. The chaperones begin to get more and more annoyed because their charge is misbehaving and they get louder and angrier with every “hhoooooooooo”. Honesty, I was half expecting one of them to slap Casper, as I’ve seen this behavior from this type before. Every once in a while the caregivers even throw in a giggle like it’s some sort of sick joke. See…this is what I cannot stand. These dumb fucks are given the responsibility for these people and they have no idea what they are doing.

I do not feel comfortable eating with this kind of commotion going on around me. My daughter occasionally looks up from her meal with a pained expression on her face and utters, “Uhhhhhh!” The waitress rushes over when the commotion begins to disturb the entire restaurant and asks if we’d like to-go containers for our food. Honestly, I’ve lost my appetite so we ask for the check and remove ourselves from the situation.

We go pick up the car and are informed that it needs a new catalytic converter, gaskets, etc…which will cost upwards of 1,000 fucking dollars. Apparently, this is what I get for the negative thoughts I’m harboring from the situation I have just encountered. That’s Karma for ya, baby!

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