The shitstorms on Twitter are ALWAYS caused by opinionated people who see no other way than their own. I don’t care if these people are smarter than I am. I could care LESS where they fall in the blog popularity contest. WHATEVER. It doesn’t give them the right to try to browbeat everyone else into seeing things their way. Separate brains people. Separate brains. And a little respect wouldn’t hurt either. Some bloggers take themselves WAY too seriously. Sheesh.
If your day starts out lousy. Don’t go grocery shopping. Trust me. It only makes things worse.
I’m going to do a whole post on blending families. BUT. I just want to say that blending families is a lot like mixing paints. Always trying to achieve that perfect color but constantly just missing it. It’s really tough.
I WAS going to do a whole post about education and stuff. And I was going to link it to HER. AGAIN. Because I love her. But also. Because of what a sad state Michigan is in. Our school budget is being cut again. $218 per child. Millions of more dollars. And next year is supposed to get worse. My children are in the public schools here. Where the budget has already cut out so many important things. I wish I could afford to send my children to private schools. But I can’t. So I have to hope that my children will still get a decent education. As long the education part of education budget cuts isn’t cut out from the budget completely.
I just wish. For once. I could walk into a grocery store. Get my stuff. Check out. Slip my credit card through that little machine thingamabob. Without holding my breath.
This has been bothering me for ages now. It might seem so trivial. Well, because it is. But here it goes…
My ex husband used to drive a shitmobile for a couple of years. It was loud because the exhaust pipe fell off. Pieces of the car would fall off while he was driving. It was a hazard of epic proportions. I would be a wreck, every time my kids went with him. OK…so this one day, the car was louder than normal. Probably the whole insides of the car were about to vomit themselves all over the front lawn. He had my kids and was backing out of the driveway. This one biatch that lives in my subdivision. Who I’m not very fond of. At. All. Ew. Anyway…she was walking by my driveway and he was waiting for her and her posse to pass. But instead of walking by the car. She stood with her hand over her non-beating heart and looked at my ex-husbands car. That had MY children in it. With a mix off horror and snotty disgust. And it still pisses me off. Every single time I see her, I want to slap that look off her face. Yeah. Anyway…
It doesn’t matter how freaking expensive the neon green jeans from Justice are. They still rip in the knee after the first washing. Justice, you suck. And you made my daughter cry. I’m going to return these jeans to you today. If you don’t take them back, and my daughter cries and whines when she gets home from school…I’m bringing her to your store. You can try to console her.
And that’s all for now.
Because my dog is howling and baying outside. I’m sure it’s a leaf or a rock. But I’m getting annoyed.