Posts Tagged ‘annoying’

NW Ohio, you suck

July 6, 2008

Actually, I quite like northwest Ohio. But sometimes it can really piss a girl off. I’d put it on notice, but then we’d probably get another week of rain.

About a week and a half ago, I decided that I needed the June/July issue of “Interview” magazine, possibly for the Hugh Laurie interview, but I won’t confirm either way. I called all over town, called some stores in Toledo, and they all claimed to not have the damn thing. So after cursing them all, I ordered it off Amazon for way too much money. I finally got it Thursday, and rejoiced.

I’m just amazed that this magazine is nowhere to be found around here (allegedly). Well, except for the one from 2003 that one of the stores had. Or was it 2005? Either way, not what I was looking for.

I’ll tell you what though, any freaking homemaker rag you could possibly want can be found here.

So, then I got it into my head that I absolutely needed to see “Sense and Sensibility.” I called Best Buy, and got no answer, so I called again and got someone on the phone. I said, “I was wondering if you have ‘Sense and Sensibility.'”

He said, “Are those comedies?”

And I said, “Ah, NO, I don’t think so.” I’m not sure if I managed to mask my disgust or not.

He claimed to check and then told me, “We don’t have either of those.”

I really wanted to say, “Are you sure, cause it’s just one movie and I don’t think you really understand what you’re looking for.” Instead I just thanked him and hung up.

Then after talking to Kim, I decided to call back and double check, and wouldn’t you know, I got the same genius. I told him I just wanted to make sure that he understood what I’d been looking for, that “Sense and Sensibility” is just ONE movie, and he said that he knew that, but didn’t see anything like that when he looked. I should have asked how exactly he looked for it, but again I just hung up.

Is it just me? Is it really not that big a deal that people don’t know this movie? I also wanted to ask the guy if he’d ever heard of “Pride and Prejudice” and then “Dumb and Dumber” and see which he was familiar with. I was just too befuddled to go into bitch mode.

So again I ask, is it just me?

Anger, I has it

March 29, 2008

I’ve stayed away longer than I wanted to, mainly because I’ve been so, so angry since the funeral. It’s not going away, and I’ve had additional anger added to my tightly-wound emotional state, so I guess I’ll just have to power through, the Michael Bluth way.

Things that royally pissed me off relating to my grandpa’s death:

— Someone getting upset whenever my grandma was mentioned (you know, his wife of 44 years, mother of his children, who isn’t around because she died not because they divorced)

— Someone bitching because all she could eat from the City Barbecue dinner between visitations was macaroni and cheese because she’s a vegetarian (guess you’d better learn to start thinking ahead, huh?)

— Someone listening to his mp3 player/iPod/whatever during the second visitation (I wanted to punch him)

— Someone carrying on before the funeral like it was her father or husband who had died (seriously, it was appalling)

There are several other things, but you get the gist.

The more recent anger-inducing events are best not talked about, but they made me feel the need to get wasted last night, which I did and which I am now paying for. Did you know you can’t drink like you’re 21 when you’re 30? I did, but that sure didn’t stop me.

We went up to my friend Jason’s house and played some euchre, and I did a lo-ot of drinking. Apple martini at dinner, wine coolers and sour apple pucker during the cards. I had a lot of fun, because I just adore hanging out with with Jason, and Dave and I rarely get to play cards. Today though, I’m really wishing I hadn’t had that last wine cooler.

In other news, I have a new crush: Jim Halpert from “The Office.” Dave is lucky Jim’s not a real person. If he were real, I’d be on the road to Scranton, Pa. right now. Also? I might consider letting John Krasinski be my boyfriend.

Yeah, we just watched the season two finale on Thursday, and I’m anxiously waiting for Dave to get home from a bachelor party so we can start watching season three. I finally get this post from MB, and like some of the people who commented on that post, I have been watching the end of the episode over and over. *sigh* So sweet. I love him.


July 18, 2005

No, not the weed killer. A brief overview of recent events.

There’s still no word on the family friend that’s missing, aside from two people seeing him peek his head into a bar the Friday after he went missing. So, that makes things even weirder, in my opinion.

Rusty peed in the bedroom early Saturday morning (just before 2 a.m.) just as I was settling in to begin “Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince” (HBP). I was quite pissed. He’s never done that before, and he’d better not do it ever again, or he’ll get the boot!

Went to the family cookout Saturday on about three hours of sleep, but I didn’t get too grouchy, surprisingly enough. It was nice to see everyone, and I even got to watch my parents, Dave, cousins, uncle, and other sundry people play cornhole and listen to lots of people make jokes pertaining to cornhole. We also listened to HBP on the way there and back, so the drive time didn’t take too much away from the finishing of the book.

Which, by the way, I did around 2:30 a.m. Saturday. I must say, I am really not happy with J.K. Rowling at this moment. Dave and I kept saying “I don’t like the way this book has started … I don’t have a good feeling about this …” Not that the book is bad, mind you, just, well, we didn’t like where we thought she was going with it. I kept hoping and hoping that what I thought was going to happen didn’t happen, but it did. I bawled my eyes out toward the end when *NAME WITHHELD* died. (And if I just spoiled things a bit for anyone, I apologize, but where the hell have you been? Don’t you read the papers? Rowling said ages ago that she was going to kill off another main character!)

Then today I got to go to work. Hooray! I also learned today that the little girl next door has started taking after her brother and repeatedly asking “What are you doing?” I can’t figure out though if she’s actually talking to the dog, or if she thinks my name is Rusty, or if she just calls both of us Rusty because she can’t remember my name, because she kept saying “Rusty, what are you doing?” or “What are you doing, Rusty?” She just turned 3 so who knows what’s in her head. But I am so looking forward to having two kids scream at me from their porch! Um, no, not so much.

My kind of holiday

July 5, 2005

I like Monday holidays, as we don’t have a Monday paper so I get Sunday off and have a real weekend. I did absolutely nothing productive on Saturday, which was lovely. On Sunday we pulled the weeds out of the one flowerbed we’ve done anything with, then planted some more flowers and put some mulch down. My legs are killing me from all the squatting, bending down, etc., but the flowers look nice. I got overheated though, so I had a headache most of the evening. I’m starting to think gardening is just too much damn work – let the weeds take over!

We did have another neighbor child incident Saturday, which ruined my laziness buzz. This time I had the dog outside and I was on the phone with Dave, trying to figure out what we were going to do for dinner (the Chinese restaurant we wanted take-out from was closed). I’m going through the phone book, and the neighbors get home. The little boy comes flying up to where we were, shouting as always, with a pencil with a shark head on the end, which he used to poke at and hit the dog. Then he threw the pencil at the dog into our yard, so Rusty grabbed it and ran off with it so he could eat it. Dave’s asking me if I want this or that at a different restaurant but I could hardly hear him. I told him to hold on because I had to get the kid’s toy from the dog so the dog didn’t eat it because he’d thrown it at Rusty, trying to say this loud enough so that the mother hears me. Then Dave and I hung up and I took the dog inside and slammed that door as hard as I could because DAMMIT PEOPLE I’M TIRED OF THIS!

What happens when the kid pokes my dog’s eye out because he doesn’t listen when you tell him not to hit or poke the dog with sticks? Do I get to sue them?

Anyway, mostly a nice, quiet holiday weekend. I guess that was to gear me up for the next two weeks at work – we’ll be down a person due to vacations both weeks, and we were last week too. But I’ll try not to complain too much, since I was just on vacation too.

Anger, Akron & advice

May 18, 2005

Sometimes anger is a good thing. I wish it was a good thing more often, since I seem to be angry all the time these days, but at least Sunday it made me a bit productive. I got so mad yet again about having 50,000 boxes crammed into closets and put in the garage without having been sorted through when we moved A YEAR AGO that I actually threw a bunch of crap out, found three (small) things to put in a garage sale (that we may or may not have, but at least it was mentioned), and made a little more space in one of the downstairs closets. Not a big victory, but a victory nonetheless.

In other news, we trucked our collective ass and a washer and dryer to Akron last Wednesday to help Kim and Charles move their stuff into the new house. All things considered, it well a hell of a lot better than I had expected. It was hella hot (ha ha, I love you Jeff) and they had an amazing amount of stuff to be taken upstairs and I went too long without a rest, but that’s OK. And I cut my leg on the corner of a dresser drawer, so now I have a big red cut with a big purple bruise all around it, but that’s OK too.

Skipping on over to yet another topic, I have some advice to all my friends who have children, who are pregnant, or who are even thinking about having children: Do not, under any circumstances, let your child harass your childless neighbors. Especially your childless neighbors who work late and therefore sleep late and who have told you that they have no desire to have children at the moment because their animals are plenty to handle right now, thankyouverymuch.

You see, we have this problem. I apparently was too nice when the people next door moved in and did not set boundaries about when it’s OK for the little boy to come over and play with the dog. Now, whenever it’s nice outside and I’m out with Rusty, he’s in my yard, in my face, in the dog’s face. We’re not talking every now and then, we’re talking 95% of the time.

This little boy is only 5, so I have to hold the dog the entire time the boy is in reach, and that dog is really strong, so it’s difficult at times. And it doesn’t matter how many times I tell him he needs to stay in his yard so Rusty doesn’t jump on him and hurt him, it doesn’t matter how many times his mom says it, he just heads on over.

It used to be that when I would tell him to get back over in his yard, he’d look at me and say, “What?” like I had just spewed a bunch of gibberish. His new thing is to look at me and say, “I know” and then proceed to climb up on my porch or rile the dog up. A couple days ago I told him that he needed to go back in his yard so he didn’t get hurt and he said, “I know,” then climbed up on my porch, grabbed a ball and said, “Rusty likes to play ball” and then threw the ball into the yard. That’s when I said, “OK, we’re going in now, you need to go home.”

Yeah, that’s my new tactic. As soon as he steps foot across that imaginary threshold, we go inside.

It’s gotten to the point where I have to try to sneak outside to let Rusty take a shit and then sneak back inside without being seen, which is difficult since there’s only like three feet between the houses.

I also greatly enjoy it when I’m in the garage looking for something and I look up at the house to check on the dog, and guess who’s there. The worst part (with my being in the garage away from them, but also with the whole situation in general) is that I don’t think mom is paying attention, thereby making me responsible if the little angel falls down, gets pushed down by the dog, whatever. I’m sorry, but I gave up babysitting more than a decade ago, and I don’t have the time or desire to keep an eye on this boy. I want to be able to sit outside and do crossword puzzles in the sun, waiting for the dog to pee on the side of the porch, in peace.

Any suggestions?

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Is somebody talking?

April 26, 2005

I think my life is about to get easier. I have finally figured out that what I say really doesn’t matter. This explains why, whether I’m having a civil conversation or screaming obscenities, it all goes in one ear and out the other. For all these years, I’ve been under the impression that my thoughts and opinions carried some weight, but they don’t. Therefore, I no longer have to bother carrying on any sort of meaningful conversation with anyone. I can just say “uh-huh” or repeat “flibbitigibbit” over and over, and it won’t make a bit of difference either way. Won’t that be so much easier?

Don’t worry, I’ll most likely explain next time, not that it’ll matter.

While I don’t feel like telling the Sugar Puddin’ story right now, I will tell you that my trip to BG a couple weeks ago was wasted, as Kim & Charles are moving to Akron. But that’s OK, because they’ll still be closer, and nothing I would have said to them would have mattered to them, either.

Post post posty post

March 10, 2005

Now I’m really pissed! The mysteriously disappearing post was there when I posted the second one. This is getting extremely tiresome, playing “Guess Which Post Is Really Going To Post.” Ah, now I’m just seeing how many times I can use the word post.

Stupid state

March 10, 2005

Add Ohio to list of things that piss me off – oh wait, it’s already on that list. We’ll just bump it up to the top! Why is it that I can’t find any information about the state’s rules for online businesses on the state’s Web site? I know there are online businesses based in Ohio, and I’m sure you have to have some kind of vendor’s license, but I can’t find a damned thing about it. Maybe I’m just too sleepy, I dunno. I just don’t want to have to call down to Columbus and get put on hold for who knows how long. Bleh.

But on a cheery note, in case you haven’t heard, the cover for “Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince” has been released. Doesn’t seem very detailed, pretty much just Dumbledore and Harry seemingly staring into a smoking pillar. As always, I’m sure it will make sense once the book has been read, which will be by the end of July 17, the day it comes out! Just over four months! Woo-hoo!

OK, I’m off to try and research online business some more.


March 8, 2005

This thing is pissing me off. I just spent half an hour trying to get that post to publish and then it was there twice so I tried to delete it but it kept showing up twice. Wonder how long this one will take.

Seriously Martha, GTFU

March 8, 2005

Man oh man, do I ever hate that bitch. I was hoping she’d … hmmm methinks I shouldn’t say what I was hoping. But here’s an example of why I hate her:

NEW YORK (AP) — Fighting back tears at times, Martha Stewart told cheering employees on her first day back at work Monday that prison was a life-changing experience that made her realize her company may have been out of touch with ordinary Americans. YA THINK?

Dressed in a chocolate-brown suit and pumps, Stewart addressed her employees from a stage where a simple bouquet of yellow daffodils sat in a glass vase atop a stool. Behind her were giant posters of her magazine’s April cover with a photo of daffodils and a headline appropriate for the day: “Just in time for Spring.”

“I love all of you from the bottom of my heart — I’m really glad to be home,” she said, choking up at the end of her speech. Afterward, she stepped off stage and embraced co-workers one by one. AW, ISN’T SHE WONDERFUL?

Stewart, 63, told the employees that she “learned a great deal about our country” in meeting a cross-section of Americans at the federal women’s prison at Alderson, W.Va. She said that her experience would lead to changes at her homemaking empire that would make it more accessible to ordinary people.

“We’re going to engage and inspire new readers and new viewers for whom these topics may have seemed alien, unfamiliar or even — believe it or not — superficial,” she said. SUPERFICIAL? NO, NEVER! AND SURELY NOT UNATTAINABLE FOR WOMEN WHO HAVE JOBS OTHER THAN SITTING AROUND ALL DAY THINKING OF DOILY DESIGNS!

The company was perhaps too focused on the technical aspects of entertaining and cooking, she said, and not enough on why people need to nurture and take care of each other.

“Starting now, we must communicate not only the how-to that we’ve been so proud of, but also the why,” she told the group gathered at the Manhattan offices of Martha Stewart Living Omnimedia, overlooking the Hudson River.

She also held up the gray and white poncho she wore when she left prison Friday. She said it did not come from a fancy store, but was crocheted by a fellow inmate, with yarn from the commissary.

“The night before I left, she handed me this … and said, ‘Wear it in good health,’” Stewart said. “I hope she is reading the news and looking at television because I’m so proud of her.”

The company’s new chief executive and president, Susan Lyne, introduced Stewart to a standing ovation as “your teacher, my inspiration, our founder.” I CAN’T TAKE ANY MORE, I’M GOING TO VOMIT

Yeah, there was more to the article, but I just couldn’t stand it. I hate her and her stupid man hands.

On a lighter note, and seemingly contrary to the above rant, I spent much of the weekend making curtains for the living room and spare room, and for the window at the bottom of the stairs. But you know what? They’re not fancy-schmancy curtains with swags and lace and all that crapola. They’re rectangles of material hemmed around the edges to keep the light and neighbors out. And I’m proud of them, even if they are plain and simple. Wanna see ’em? OK, go here.

Next up, the bedroom and office curtains! And then the world! OK, maybe not.

Oh, one more thing: “Monty Python’s Spamalot” on Broadway. That’s all I have to say.