tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67788389192439651362024-10-07T00:15:11.848-04:00Everyday rants about topics including your mom, politics, family, careers, shopping, stupid people, celebrities - see stupid people, aging, Wall Street -again, stupid people.effithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04257683289933259503noreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6778838919243965136.post-8003767249911702942022-12-02T06:49:00.001-05:002022-12-02T06:57:20.597-05:00

It’s been a minute since I wrote anything on here. I guess I have just had less things to complain about. Lol. Kidding. Just much less time to draft my daily annoyances.  Seriously, during Covid I would have needed a thumb transplant if I chronicled all of life’s transgressions and we had the news and Facebook for that soooo….Anyyyyway, I just saw a thread online where a parent was taking

effithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04257683289933259503noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6778838919243965136.post-13623785301659997252020-05-05T20:14:00.000-04:002020-05-05T20:14:46.775-04:00

During this pandemic with Coronavirus, people have had some real problems. I am, thankfully, not one of those people with real problems, but I've felt a bit unsettled as our lives have been turned upside down in semi-isolation. To soothe that, well, I've done a bit of shoppy-shop.  Just a tiny bit. Ok, that's a damn lie. I've shopped so much in the last eight weeks, I don't even know what's

effithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04257683289933259503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6778838919243965136.post-7203669647233330072020-04-16T22:42:00.002-04:002020-04-17T08:57:48.984-04:00

My husband spent the last two days cutting down like eleventy-seven dozen trees in our yard. Don't get all Arbor Day, Save the Earth about it.  It's only because they have some weird invasive species chewing on them more rapidly than my kids devour the snacks in the pantry on grocery day. I guess it's a common problem people are dealing with up here. So, we decided to be proactive, and

effithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04257683289933259503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6778838919243965136.post-28986013960869995732015-02-23T21:51:00.000-05:002015-02-23T21:51:38.309-05:00

I like to post funny stuff because funny stuff is fun to write. This isn't funny and it wasn't fun to write. If you have a young lady in your life, you'll understand why I felt compelled to shed some attention on this. I read an article this evening about a little girl that wrote to DC comics, questioning why there weren't more female superheroes.  Her letter is beautifully executed (her

effithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04257683289933259503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6778838919243965136.post-28838195877218164812015-01-11T20:55:00.002-05:002022-12-02T12:47:49.287-05:00

* Your entryway smells like an absolutely horrific combination of mildew, Febreeze, feet (err, skates), and mint "flavored" alcohol disinfectant, yet you're sure the only thing that's been disinfected are your nose hairs from breathing in bleach fumes from trying to remedy what is now (until April) referred to as the "entryway situation"... * You say things like "get your blocker away from

effithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04257683289933259503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6778838919243965136.post-77465334543896840772014-12-28T19:58:00.000-05:002014-12-28T20:51:50.433-05:00

If you are my Facebook friend, you may have noticed that we started a casualty list with my daughter's toys.  On Christmas Eve, she ripped the arm off a lifesize doll and proceeded to laugh hysterically about it.  Perhaps I was the one laughing.  Not sure on that one, but regardless, it was funny.  That was casualty #1.  Honestly, that ugly doll had it coming.  I'm

effithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04257683289933259503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6778838919243965136.post-13645563740532766622014-11-26T22:40:00.000-05:002014-11-26T22:41:52.512-05:00

Black Friday has now turned into "Eat Turkey And Pie And Leave So I Can Shop" Thursday, ETAPALSICS Thursday for short. Oh yes.  And more commonly known, PRE-2010, as #THANKSGIVING. What the hell, big box stores!? You are opening at 6pm? That's so @&*%ing ridiculous that I cannot even gather my thoughts to compose this post. Someone is reading this saying 1.) "no one forces anyone to

effithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04257683289933259503noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6778838919243965136.post-48105370345099650752014-10-30T06:42:00.000-04:002014-10-30T09:08:17.095-04:00

Hi there, Kaci (also known as nurse-that-recently-returned-from-Ebola-stricken-region-and-developed-a-slight-fever,-was-quarantined,-and-then-complained-about-it) let me explain what 97% of Americans would like to express to you: You're pretty awesome for wanting to help people that have nothing to give you besides their gratitude (and their disease that eats you from the inside-out).  

effithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04257683289933259503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6778838919243965136.post-23626739509021012172014-10-29T21:11:00.000-04:002014-10-29T21:17:38.807-04:00

I watched the video of the lady walking down the street being harassed. Google it. It's disgusting and disheartening. Anyway, I immediately thought two things: 1.) wow, she looks angry. 2.) what the hell is the intent of this video? Okay. Do not get me wrong, I LOVE that this video was made and that it's bringing awareness to something that is incredible annoying and unfortunate for women. I

effithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04257683289933259503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6778838919243965136.post-8696491986406787662014-10-16T21:33:00.000-04:002014-10-16T21:33:19.267-04:00

I am sad about the conversation that started at my dinner table tonight, and then continued multiple times throughout the night. While I was making dinner in the kitchen, the news was on in the living room.  My son, I assume, walked into the living room and listened to a news broadcast that tidied up any lose ends about ebola that the kids on the elementary bus run hadn't already

effithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04257683289933259503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6778838919243965136.post-36654339172977529142014-10-14T13:32:00.000-04:002014-10-14T13:36:07.150-04:00

Let's discuss pumpkin carving templates. The only thing I want to carve, after looking at them, are my eyes.  And not into jack-o-lantern happy triangles, into death-ridden "x's".  Who creates these? NO ONE WITH KIDS! "Yes, sweetie, let's carve Darth Vader walking a dog with a sunset in the valley of the mountains in the background. Go grab a jigsaw and 174 toothpicks. Oh! And

effithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04257683289933259503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6778838919243965136.post-74691750015716498502014-10-12T10:53:00.000-04:002014-10-12T10:53:06.814-04:00

I find myself being overly thankful during the holidays; for example, around Thanksgiving, I often reflect on all the wonderful things that I have been blessed with in life.  At Christmas, I am lucky to be surrounded by numerous people that see the abundance they have in their lives and often send money, time, or just prayers to those less fortunate. Easter, Labor Day, Memorial Day--they all

effithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04257683289933259503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6778838919243965136.post-36949043074641036512014-09-25T06:28:00.001-04:002014-09-25T06:31:49.035-04:00

Last month, my cousin's wife posted a picture of a set of a snack plates that she found at a local giftshop:          (Photo credit to Mary!)I want these so bad. I don't think I have EVER wanted a kitchenware as much as I want these. In addition, I want a matching chip dish, "chips for you, bi*ch" and an olive tray that says something like "stick this in your mouth and

effithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04257683289933259503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6778838919243965136.post-88765194140967758642014-09-23T17:18:00.000-04:002014-09-23T17:36:36.353-04:00

Did you all see or hear about the lady (Jasmine Tridevil) that paid 20k to get a third boob surgically attached in between her other breasts? If you didn't, go to any radio-station website or here and you'll find the article. Better yet, for fun, do an images search on Google.  Just not before dinner....  She claims that she didn't want to date anymore, which was

effithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04257683289933259503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6778838919243965136.post-28735661464698290062014-09-22T07:15:00.001-04:002014-09-22T14:41:32.058-04:00

All I want to do is stay up 1 hour later than my kids. ONE HOUR. It's like #lameness sets in, immediately following their slumber, and I cannot keep my eyes open. Even if it's 5:45pm... What, you've never turned the clocks ahead and pretended that it was later so you could sneak a couple of hours (half a day) of peace in? Yeah, me either... Sweet dreams, kiddies! I'll be following you to

effithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04257683289933259503noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6778838919243965136.post-84985844720627356652014-09-18T20:03:00.003-04:002014-09-18T20:03:37.458-04:00

The last four hours have been very entertaining.  Not "Comedy Central" entertaining, so much as "The Learning Channel" or "The Slightly-Psychotic Preschooler Causes Parents To Drink Network" entertaining... The Car Ride From School (3:30pm): After being asked how her day was, Preschooler gives pouty-face and explains that no one got in trouble today. I asked why she was sad about that

effithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04257683289933259503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6778838919243965136.post-48175507957025632892014-09-03T20:17:00.001-04:002014-09-22T14:26:15.509-04:00

Teaching eleven year olds how to use combination lockers is like teaching a dog to shake with his right paw...but the dog is missing his right paw... For the love of Sweet Baby Jesus (SBJ for short), please teach your children how to operate a combination lock before they come to middle school. Also, please monitor their ability to use a clock that has hands.  Each year, I watch *

effithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04257683289933259503noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6778838919243965136.post-66747815334143080662014-07-12T13:51:00.001-04:002014-09-22T14:27:23.045-04:00

Let's discuss Mother Nature. She's a ridiculously indecisive, moody WENCH. We do not vacation thattt often, but we do try to do one big trip a year, usually to the beach, and one small trip over the summer.  The last three years, we have ROYALLY struck out on the weather. Instead of boring you with three years worth of vacays, I'll go back 1.5 years.  Halfsies only to keep your

effithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04257683289933259503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6778838919243965136.post-7511928857576944322014-07-02T16:57:00.000-04:002014-09-22T14:27:34.970-04:00

I love my kids. I can confidently say that they are funny, adorable, and pretty darn smart. They get along better than most, but certainly have their squabbles-which are usually cleared up pretty rapidly. I also love my job the most in July and August, because I don't have to go to it.  (For those of you immediately ready to hate on teachers, it's not too late to go back to school if

effithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04257683289933259503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6778838919243965136.post-74434852095006320982014-06-04T20:34:00.000-04:002014-09-22T14:27:52.189-04:00

I need to write, like people (that shall remain nameless) need to drink. It's an outlet. It's a source of therapy, even when I'm not venting. When I craft these blog posts, or write emails (I was going to say letters, but who even does that anymore? How much are stamps these days?), I spell check, edit, and rewrite sentences with the attention that a new mother gives her first born. (Notice I

effithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04257683289933259503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6778838919243965136.post-62120990786013419452014-03-11T20:10:00.000-04:002014-09-22T14:28:03.774-04:00

If you are the mom that makes everything crafty that shows up on the kidspiration board on Pinterest, please stop. You are making your kid rely on you to entertain them and you are making the rest of us feel guilty about checking Facebook with our kids plopped in front of the TV.  If you are the mom that makes bento-box lunches every.single.day for your kids, your husband, and

effithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04257683289933259503noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6778838919243965136.post-4787798435228508002014-01-23T17:00:00.000-05:002014-03-11T23:30:15.319-04:00

 My kids went to bed at a reasonable hour last night, and I woke up with my clothes ironed, my lunch packed, and a cup of coffee in hand...the result of this good fortune? A great start to my day which allowed me to see the rainbows and lollipops in my life.... Let's shine some of this happy light on my career: I love teaching. I really do. There is NOTHING like knowing that you hold

effithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04257683289933259503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6778838919243965136.post-54808479726758192612014-01-22T18:00:00.000-05:002014-03-11T22:48:14.810-04:00

Exercise means sweat and sweating when it is cold out is just wrong.  Because it's cold out.  And you're sweating. BRRRRR. See, this is why I can't exercise today. Because it's cold out. And tomorrow, it'll be Thursday.  I don't like to exercise on Thursday because I might be sore for the weekend.  That's no fun... Is cooking and cleaning up the kitchen exercise? &nbsp

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Hey kids. My name is Mom. We've met before, mostly when you need your butt wiped, you'd like something to drink or eat, or when you would like me to carry you in the house so you don't have to walk in the snow. (*yes. hop up here. allow me to carry my bag, my coffee cup, your backpack, and 40-60lb YOU into the house without slipping and killing us both (or knocking myself out and peeing my

effithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04257683289933259503noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6778838919243965136.post-68450511019347085182013-11-22T08:43:00.000-05:002014-03-11T21:38:11.144-04:00

I really do enjoy my job, but it is common for me to have a rough day where I question my purpose, my abilities, and quite honestly whether or not the emotional roller coaster of teaching is worth the pay. Let's just say that the lesson delivery is the easy part of my job; the worry and concern I take home with me about what some of my students are going through, the future of education and

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