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Wednesday, January 19, 2011

It's Just One Of Those Days

Nothing is going right today.

It's freezing outside, I'm up to my eyeballs in chores I'd rather not do, but have put off all week so here I am waiting to fold the fifth load of laundry for the day.

I'm feeling feisty and pissy and just not in the mood.

I hope you will indulge me for a few minutes while I get some things off my chest while I share my annoyances with you.

Uneven sidewalks piss me off, particularly when pushing a stroller. I'm not referring to the cracks, I'm talking about the dips that make people's driveways that pop up in the sidewalks.

I end up walking in the street and then get honked at, which is just rude.

Story time at the library in a room that is way too small full of toddlers that are hacking away and have faucets of snot running out of their noses is not my idea of a fun outing. C'mon people, I understand needing to get out of the house, but really? If you're kid is sick, please stay home!

Back to laundry, which I'm going blame for today's foul mood. I hate it when I discover after the fact that a bra, pair of workout pants or other clothing item has found it's way into the dryer when I would normally hang dry them. Grrr.

As a side note, I just folded 24 shirts so now my arms hurt.

You think I'm kidding.

I'm really annoyed today by lurkers... people that creep around on my blog (the infamous Boycott American Women dude commented on one of my posts with his personal agenda of bad mouthing women - his comment has since been deleted forever - and other people that I actually know and usually enjoy being around in real life) and don't leave comments, but LOVE gathering information on me and my family to a) either talk about with other people behind my back or b) mention it to me in a way that makes it seem like I've told them first hand live and in person. This creeps me out!

Note to self: if I write about it on my blog, it's out there in the world and obviously fair game.

Speaking of people that creep me out, why do people have to encroach on my personal space at places like the grocery store check out line? When I'm done, you'll know it. Until then, back the hell up!

I've just about had it with the battery life on my laptop and iPhone. If we can put a man on the moon, why can't we design a battery that lasts longer than six hours? As I type this, I currently have 9% battery on my computer. Lame!!

Okay, I think I'm done.

For now.

Thanks, I needed that. I promise to return to my regularly scheduled program tomorrow.

But for now, I really do wish I was here.

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Blogger singedwingangel said...

OH I hate lurkers.. drives me BATTY. I learned real quick that my oldest sister would read my feed on FB and then run to mom telling her bs about what I wrote, knowing mom has ZERO ability to get online and read it herself. Guess who is now removed and blocked on my FB..

January 19, 2011 at 6:07 PM  
Blogger she said...

LMAO. Love it, I mean not that you're all pissy, but honestly venting about so many things I agree with! I haven't visited in a while, been behind on reading all blogs, but I'm annoyed with lurkers too. For strangers, if you read it and like it, please tell me, I am obviously writing to entertain SOMEBODY! For people who know me? Don't tell me you LOVED reading this or that or it made you laugh when you see me IRL if you didn't comment!! Grrr.

January 19, 2011 at 8:30 PM  
Blogger CityMom2 said...

Oh Honey! You are channeling the woeful Wednesdays! I was pissy earlier too.
You are right about those grocery store check out tail-riders. Why are people so rude?
And, I'm sorry but ... are there really people who waste time on the web "cyper-spying" like nosy neighbors.
That is creepy and ridiculous.
Hang in there. The sun will rise tomorrow and things get better.
Here's a poem I embroidered when my babies were little:
Cleaning & Scrubbing can wait till tomorrow
For babies grow up, we've learned to our sorrow
So quiet down cobwebs, dust go to sleep.
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.

January 19, 2011 at 8:39 PM  
Blogger Sherri said...

Oh Tonya, what a sucky day!! If we were neighbors I would wave to you as you walked in the street, not honk....and maybe even fold laundry for you.

That Boycott Women Dude is a nut-job! I saw a comment he made on Alexandra's post and tweeted her about it. Whatever!! And your creepers? That's pretty lame. I actually have family members who don't even understand that I have a blog....I'd be happy for them to read it but not to creep it!

Hope tomorrow's a better day!

January 19, 2011 at 8:58 PM  
Blogger The Empress said...

Had to come over and say hello, and meet the woman who is so prominent in Natalie's mind. She really really thinks so much of you, I can tell by her post.

That is all, just a pleasure to meet the woman who encourged Natalie and brought such life to


January 19, 2011 at 9:14 PM  
Anonymous Laura said...

I'm sorry you had a pissy day. I get it. I had a few too many over the past month. I think I'm mostly over them. I hope your night is better.

".. and don't leave comments, but LOVE gathering information on me and my family to a) either talk about with other people behind my back or b) mention it to me in a way that makes it seem like I've told them first hand live and in person. This creeps me out!" <<<--- YES!! Same here.

January 19, 2011 at 9:28 PM  
Blogger Natalie said...

Sigh. Hang in there...we've all been there and so we empathize and feel your pain.

January 20, 2011 at 8:02 AM  
Anonymous Morgan B. said...

I feel you on this one. There must be something in the air. Your lurkers are pathetic. They are seriously obsessed with you. What losers. I hope things are looking up by now. ((hugs))

January 20, 2011 at 10:00 AM  
Anonymous Nichole said...

I'm late to this party, but I feel your pain.
The lurkers? Ick.
The creepers at the grocery store make me insane. I hate when I can feel and hear the person behind me breathing because they don't understand the concept of personal space. Drives me mad.
But, I'm sure that by today you're feeling better. :)

January 20, 2011 at 2:32 PM  
Blogger From Tracie said...

Venting is good.

Lurkers are bad. (unless they are your mom...I can't call your mom bad, that would be rude.)

January 20, 2011 at 2:44 PM  
Blogger Soge shirts said...

Missed this post earlier. Hopefully yesterday and today are going much better for you. That women hating guy sure is a loser. I can imagine uneven sidewalks aren't the best for pushing a stroller along. So many construction projects, but they never fix the sidewalks.

January 21, 2011 at 12:21 PM  
Blogger Leah said...

Wow, glad that I came on this day...yikes! You didn't seem like you were in a bad mood. Guess you were good at hiding all this. Sorry this was such a rough/annoying day for you. Hope I was able to cheer you up a little.

January 23, 2011 at 8:40 PM  

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