Tuesday, July 23, 2013

K

I am sure by now, most people have figured out that I am not always a reasonable person.  Today, though, I was really trying to be.  I tried to express my feelings in a mature way without freaking out or pointing fingers or making other people freak out.  However, if we are having a conversation and I write all this crap on my new no-keyboard phone that is the length of the war and peace cliff notes, and you respond with "K" I might, just maybe, lose my ish.

K?  Are you effing kidding me???????????????????????????  Why does anybody even think that to be an actual reply?  Aside from acknowledging if someone asks you to stop by the store and it only requires acknowledgement, you should expect this response if you throw a random letter out.

Probably I shouldn't talk to people anymore today.  My reasonableness was a fleeting moment.

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Just Call Me Oscar

Sometimes I wish grown-ups could get away with temper tantrums like little kids do.  There are absolutely times when it should be perfectly reasonable to lay on the floor and kick and scream and throw things and... well you get my point.  I guess all of the crazy seems to happen on the same day so that you can enjoy the rest of the days, but wow.  It really needs to spread out.

The best part is all of the crazy seems to happen to other people on the same day.  So all day long you have all of these grouchy people grouching at each other.  I am really trying to limit my contact with people today, but it's just not working out.  I just need to find a trash can and make myself a home.  Except they probably don't even make metal trash cans anymore.  So I would be grouchy about that too.

Friday, July 5, 2013

Must be the Money Tree

I am constantly amazed by some people's interpretations of how things work.  I witnessed this phenomena on facebook a couple of days ago, and I just can't shake it.

An acquaintance posted an angry rant about someone being rude and making comments about them being on the WIC program.  Meh, people are nuts, so I paid no mind.  I am sorry you are worked up.  But, this person kept posting things.  From what I can decipher, someone commented about how their tax dollars support this person, yet they can afford an iphone.  Now, I don't really have an opinion here.  I happen to think that the WIC program is a great program to have.  It helps to make sure that kids have enough to eat and educates about healthy eating.

BUT...in the angry moment they were having, they continued on and commented something along the lines of WIC being a federally funded program, and that people should get the facts before saying that their tax dollars pay for something.

Ummmmmm.........what???  Where exactly do you think federal funds come from?  Is there a money tree behind the White House?  Perhaps they harvest it at the same time as the garden?  It matters not which government agency funds a program.  WE, THE TAX PAYING CITIZENS, PAY FOR IT!!!!

Tuesday, July 2, 2013

A Small Sex Ed Lesson

Last night my youngest son came running out to me naked.  He wanted to know what his man pieces are called.  So I directed him to the bedroom to discuss.  For some reason I didn't find the kitchen an appropriate place to have this conversation.  Anyway...  I asked him if he was looking for the grown up word or the kid term, and he said grown up.  So I gave it to him straight - testicles.  Then he asked what do they do.  I told him that they will help him make babies when he is grown up and has a wife.  He says "Whoa, babies shoot outta there???"  Ummm, no.  "Oh, so there are babies in there???"  Still no.  Babies only grow in Mommy tummies, not Daddy tummies.  The poor guy had such a bummed look and said "aww, I wanted to have a baby."  Yes, he is crazy.  After a tiny pause he asked what the kid word was, and I said that I am not the authority here, but I think most boys call them balls.  He snorted and said:

"No.  I am going to call mine chemicals."

Uh.  That's close to what I said.  We'll just go with that.  Still this morning my older son was trying to correct it, but nope, that's what he has in his head, so chemicals they are!

I am still laughing hysterically about this!  I could barely type it without laughing out loud!  =D