Ok so it's like 11:30 p.m. and I should be in bed but I'm not. I'm totally bummed out about a lot of things. For example I wish my husband and I were in our own home already. We were so close to having that. But of course shit happens. My dad's company closed up and everyone was let go, and he had not been working for almost a year. My husband and I changed our minds about the house we were going to get because of the issues with it the day before he lost his job. So that put everything on hold.
My dad finally got hired on through a temp angency for working in a warehouse. And well, it's not going the way it should. His boss is a dick head, and treats him and everyone else like crap. My dad feels like he's working in a sweat shop. He has been working 12 hour + days 7 days a week for the past 3 weeks. It really sucks to see him work so hard and not be appreciated! I don't understand why people have to act like major asses when they are in charge. I hope he finds something else soon!
As for me and my husband, we both got bummed about my dad loosing his job and promised my parents to stay so that we can help them out until they are on their feet. I want to do everything I can to help them because they've given me so much as kid and as an adult. But at the same time I want my husband and I to finally be on our own. I want to know what it's like to be really free. To be able to come home to a quiet home, no tv, no loud computer, no loud music, just peacefulness.
On the weekends I would love to stay home and just do my own thing but my husband gets bored because it's not his house or his space to do what he wants to do. So we are always going out and wasting money. I would love to have our own place so that we can do what ever we want to do. At the moment I see my friends in their own places, or getting ready to purchase their first homes and I'm happy for them but so very bummed. I'm really jealous of the ones that have a house, and don't have to work because their husbands make more than enough for them to be able to stay home. I wish we could afford to do that. I'm so tired of working, and I hate my job, sometimes I wonder if it's worth it! Every other pay check sucks because my work doesn't cover his medical and his job does not give medical until he reaches full time. So it's almost as though I'm working part time just without the part time hours. I want to quit every single day I wake up, god I hate it there!
Before he lost his job my husband and I were finally debt free, our cars were paid off, and we didn't have anymore credit card debt. My car finally died and we traded it in for my new truck, so at least we weren't upside down on it. After that I guess we've just gotten bored and have given up. So of course we are now in the same boat as before, and even if my dad did get a better job we will have to stay to fix our stupidity. I'm guessing by the time we are ready to purchase a house, the housing market will have skyrocketed and we will just end up in an apartment just to have our own space because we won't be able to afford shit. Or we will live with my parents until we are 40. So that's probably going to be another 11 years, unless we all loose our sanity and end up in paded cells.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Office Temperature Complainers
There is nothing worse than sitting in an office with temperature complainers. All winter long all I could hear was it's too cold in here. And the heater would be cranked up and would get ungodly hot in here to the point of sweating. And now that it's 115 outside, everyone is crying that it's too hot! And when I say well that's what you wanted in the winter time was scorching hot heat. The response is yes I wanted it hot but not this hot. And if we have the a.c. on in the morning before we get in, everyone complains that it's too cold and they want it off. We're on the second floor of the building so of course by 11:00 am it's stuffy and warm and takes the rest of the day to cool down. It's really annoying. I think they all need to put on sweaters, jacktes, blankets mittens etc as it is much easier to warm up than it is to cool down. But that would make way too much sense. I've offered to shuttle them to the surface of the sun so that they will not be cold anymore and all I get is a dirty look, go figure, I thought that would make them nice and warm. Hell, I could say what my mom says, "How about we light you on fire, you won't be cold anymore!" But I guess that's just too morbid.
Not to mention that at 74 degrees that is the NORM for an office temperature (and if it goes down 1 degree or up a degree it's too hot or too cold to all of the crazies in this office). But what do I know. I'm the only one that would be content with it being 65 or colder outside all of the time and as someone that does not use a heater in the house or my car (unless I'm defrosting the ice from my windshield) I guess I'm the only one that's "crazy". I don't think those that bitch that it's cold should be allowed to bitch that it's hot, you can't have it both ways. All they really want to do is have something to complain about.
Lately I've been trying to not say anything since someone so nicely pointed out, I bite people's head's off that think it's too cold in here. Since my fan wore out last winter, I had to buy a new one, and now have a loud little fan. So I can turn it on for comfort and to drown out all of the whiney complainers. Ok I'll get off my soapbox now!
Not to mention that at 74 degrees that is the NORM for an office temperature (and if it goes down 1 degree or up a degree it's too hot or too cold to all of the crazies in this office). But what do I know. I'm the only one that would be content with it being 65 or colder outside all of the time and as someone that does not use a heater in the house or my car (unless I'm defrosting the ice from my windshield) I guess I'm the only one that's "crazy". I don't think those that bitch that it's cold should be allowed to bitch that it's hot, you can't have it both ways. All they really want to do is have something to complain about.
Lately I've been trying to not say anything since someone so nicely pointed out, I bite people's head's off that think it's too cold in here. Since my fan wore out last winter, I had to buy a new one, and now have a loud little fan. So I can turn it on for comfort and to drown out all of the whiney complainers. Ok I'll get off my soapbox now!
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Wrightwood California Trip
Sunday July 12th my family and I were going to celebrate our anniversary together. I was up especially early that morning because of a dream that I had but we'll get into that another time. I was awake at 5 a.m. I took our cute dog for a walk that she needed badly. When I got home I took a quick shower and it was still really early so I surfed the web and decided that I now needed coffee because I had been up so early and we still had to get through the morning.
I drove to a local coffee shop that's open at about 6 a.m. By this time it was now approaching 7:00 a.m. I actually was not the first person there. I'm assuming the regular early birds are always there every Sunday at that ungodly hour. I finished my morning coffee and sweet roll while surfing the web on my iPod, searching for something that caught my ear so to speak. By this time it was almost 8:00a.m. and I decided that it was time to head back to the house to see if anyone was up yet.
Half way to my car I accidentally farted, it was so embarrassing! I didn't see anyone so I thought whew no one will ever know. Then I heard a little chuckle somewhere so I walked faster. I got into my car and my phone started going off, it was my hubby and he wanted me to get him some coffee too. I wanted to just die right there, I went back inside got his coffee and on the way out the door this older man had said, "I don't think you really should have that second cup of coffee." Oh gosh how mortifying! I don't think I'll ever get coffee there ever again unless someone else goes in for me.
I went home and told my husband and he thought he was going to bruise a rib or something from laughing so hard. When we were finally able to leave, we went to breakfast with my parents. Afterwards my dad wanted to take us to Wrightwood to wander around since it had been a few years since we've all been there. It's a cute little town in the Mountains kind of like Big Bear.
We went into the cutest of shops, I wish I would have known we were going there so I could have taken a camera. The view was beautiful and breath taking! We mainly did a lot of walking around.
We had loads of fun! Just before we were getting ready to leave we all decided to get something cool to eat so we made our last stop at the ice cream shop. While we sat on the covererd patio there was a small boy of about 8 years old at the most that would not listen to his dad. His dad wanted him to sit down and eat his icecream. The little boy was frusterated that he kept getting told to sit down when he wanted to run around like a wild animal. Finally the dad said very calmly, "Fine I'm going to eat your ice cream if you don't get over here." The little boy replied the most hateful look on his face, "BITE ME!"
All I can say is WOW! I don't think I would have remembered the incidient as an adult becauseI would have had the you know what beat out of me. I'm not into beating a child but I do believe a good slap or spanking would have been highly acceptable in my book. But that's what's wrong with society today. We can't so much as look at our children crosseyed without someone calling CPS on us when they have crossed the line. Which is why children have no respect whatsoever for their parents, teachers, or adults in general. My mom didn't even have to say a word for me to know when to stop whatever I was doing and behave, with one look I knew if I had crossed the line or if I was going to get punishment when we got home. To this day if I were to tell her something like that I have no doubt in my mind that she would still be able to give me a good whooping!
I drove to a local coffee shop that's open at about 6 a.m. By this time it was now approaching 7:00 a.m. I actually was not the first person there. I'm assuming the regular early birds are always there every Sunday at that ungodly hour. I finished my morning coffee and sweet roll while surfing the web on my iPod, searching for something that caught my ear so to speak. By this time it was almost 8:00a.m. and I decided that it was time to head back to the house to see if anyone was up yet.
Half way to my car I accidentally farted, it was so embarrassing! I didn't see anyone so I thought whew no one will ever know. Then I heard a little chuckle somewhere so I walked faster. I got into my car and my phone started going off, it was my hubby and he wanted me to get him some coffee too. I wanted to just die right there, I went back inside got his coffee and on the way out the door this older man had said, "I don't think you really should have that second cup of coffee." Oh gosh how mortifying! I don't think I'll ever get coffee there ever again unless someone else goes in for me.
I went home and told my husband and he thought he was going to bruise a rib or something from laughing so hard. When we were finally able to leave, we went to breakfast with my parents. Afterwards my dad wanted to take us to Wrightwood to wander around since it had been a few years since we've all been there. It's a cute little town in the Mountains kind of like Big Bear.
We went into the cutest of shops, I wish I would have known we were going there so I could have taken a camera. The view was beautiful and breath taking! We mainly did a lot of walking around.
We had loads of fun! Just before we were getting ready to leave we all decided to get something cool to eat so we made our last stop at the ice cream shop. While we sat on the covererd patio there was a small boy of about 8 years old at the most that would not listen to his dad. His dad wanted him to sit down and eat his icecream. The little boy was frusterated that he kept getting told to sit down when he wanted to run around like a wild animal. Finally the dad said very calmly, "Fine I'm going to eat your ice cream if you don't get over here." The little boy replied the most hateful look on his face, "BITE ME!"
All I can say is WOW! I don't think I would have remembered the incidient as an adult becauseI would have had the you know what beat out of me. I'm not into beating a child but I do believe a good slap or spanking would have been highly acceptable in my book. But that's what's wrong with society today. We can't so much as look at our children crosseyed without someone calling CPS on us when they have crossed the line. Which is why children have no respect whatsoever for their parents, teachers, or adults in general. My mom didn't even have to say a word for me to know when to stop whatever I was doing and behave, with one look I knew if I had crossed the line or if I was going to get punishment when we got home. To this day if I were to tell her something like that I have no doubt in my mind that she would still be able to give me a good whooping!
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