Bitch & Moan 2/26
Oh my...it's been a long week.
You all know how to play the game...grab the button, leave your link to your post in comments or bitch away in the comments.
So...I went off on a total rant about unsolicited parenting advice yesterday. I'm still a little bit pissed off about that. I mean seriously, who the fuck do they think they are to tell me what I'm doing/not doing right with my kids. Ugh...I must move on from this.
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I'm a little pissed off at myself for posting my thoughts on Tuesday nights American Idol. I still haven't had a chance to watch Wednesday's episode...or the results. So much for my bright idea of posting about the top 24 rather than the top 12. I suck.
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Stress...I haz it. And it's making me CRAZY.
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And now I have a story for you....with pictures! Yaaaaay!
I'm kind of pissed off at my car.
Why?
Because it hit me.
Without warning at all, the door just flung open and slammed me in the face.
Ok, so it didn't exactly happen like that. Now, please don't ask me HOW THE HELL THIS HAPPENED...because I honestly don't know. Just be grateful that I'm sharing this now comical moment with you.
I opened the car door and I obviously was not paying attention to what the hell I was doing. The top corner of the car door hit me in the face...my lip. I have a fat lip, it's slightly bruised and my lip is cut on the inside of my mouth. It hurts worse than it looks. Dennis said he can hardly notice it at all. Me...I feel like there is a marble stuck in my lip and that it's this huge throbbing, pulsating mass.
I'm thinking of contacting Petsmart to ask if they have video cameras in their parking lot. As I'd kind of like to see how the hell I did this. I do not however wish to see myself sitting in my car with tears streaming down my face and my mouth bloodied as I examine the damage in the rear view mirror while Ethan babbles from the backseat "Mommy got owie? Mommy? Owie?".
We'll skip that part.
Quit calling me a drama queen...it hurt like a SUMBEYOTCH. It still hurts. I just hope it doesn't bruise or swell anymore. I already have Angelina Jolie-ish lips, I don't need any help in that department.
so what pissed you off this week?
4 comments:
I'm rather irritated that my in-laws had the audacity to question whether or not we should consult a speech therapist over the speech pattern of one of our daughters. She speaks well and clearly. Seriously. She actually speaks better than most of the children I hear. My in-laws have an accent and they're not accustomed to hearing children speak at all. I shut them down immediately when they suggested it. They were WAY out of line. Ridiculous. But it still irks me.
Posting this here as they might find it on my blog.
Hi sweets,
I would have had this up sooner, but something way more BITCH worthy came up and I had to start all over again. LOL
http://sapheyerblu.blogspot.com/2010/02/scream-and-shout-2-27-10.html
I quit smoking 15 months ago, & ever since everything pisses me off, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. I need some serious anger managment help..LOL It will surely get better. One can only hope! I wonder if other people who has quit smoking has experienced this problem? And will this ever change?
My mental patience has become very thin.
One thing I am sure of is that this blog rocks!
pkbailey@charter.net
Your lip doesn't look that bad (she says as she points and laughs). I can just hear Ethan saying, "Mommy, owie?" in the back when he looks at you.
I still cannot believe that someone would question your parenting skills, your children seem quite healthy and happy.
BTW, I LOVE the graphic... there are many days I feel the same exact way - thank god for pharmaceuticals!!
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