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Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell (warning… it’s a rant)

I was listening to NPR this morning and got really… frustrated. I keep thinking… WTF!!! Why?  Oh, do tell… They keep saying that they will get rid of the Don’t Ask Don’t Tell when they are sure that it won’t … Continue reading

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A week of reality checks

It’s been an interesting week.   I had good news on Monday… my thyroid test was normal.  Guess that shoots that whole deal on blaming my not being able to loose weight on THAT… ah well… was worth a shot. … Continue reading

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Clickity Clickity Click

Today we got shiny new pedometers (the first 100 people through the conference room door) to help track the number of steps we take a day… so we would all go sign up for the 10000 step deal… Now people … Continue reading

Achey Breaky Tuesday

Okay, I have started to not like this game, at all… Man… got up this morning and hurt… everywhere.

Yesterday, I probably should have seen it coming, but I’m still not always remembering that I have RA and sometimes RA hurts when you don’t expect it to and that sometimes it hurts when you should expect it to and that I can sometimes affect when it hurts.

I should have realized and taken steps to try to counteract it ahead of time.

I didn’t.

Yesterday was a forgetful day for my kid.  I don’t know if it is the epilepsy or the meds to treat the epilepsy but she totally zoned out yesterday.  She went from telling me to remind her that she needed to go to tutorials after school to two min later not knowing why she had to go, not knowing she missed a test, not knowing she was failing because she missed the test…. not knowing who the teacher was she missed the test for… not knowing we had a dog…

If it wasn’t her (she just isn’t “with it” enough for long enough to come up with this on her own for 3o min so I don’t think it was her playing and it seems to follow a pattern) then it is something and we need to find the something.

She got caught in a lie… and this lie is a big one for the current situation… and she knows it.

DH was screaming at her.  She was screaming back.  I was trying desperately to get my albuteral out of its box so I could actually breathe.  She thinks everyone except her friends (FRIENDS?  really?  don’t get me started right now) suck totally and she wants to move in with them because we are mean and don’t let her have a life and don’t let her do whatever she wants and we put a roof over her head and provide food she refuses to eat most of the time and provide her with an IPod and a cell phone plan that lets her talk all the time to everyone and surf the net when she wants and go out and put the extra hundred or so dollars to the money she has for clothes to buy her the extra couple pair of jeans just because she wants new jeans… but we are unreasonable because we want her to turn in her homework so she won’t get -0- and fail and we want her to not lie all the time and we expect her to let us know where she is so if she has a seizure we know where to find her…

We are horrible parents.

She thinks “Shadow” has the right idea and that maybe emancipation would be a GREAT thing (at 15… she can’t carry the bowl of peanut butter down the steps when she comes down stairs so we don’t get ants in her room or mice but she is going to go out and get a job and an apartment and handle her own medical situation when OH Hey she can’t drive because of the epilepsy is so new).

So… long rant finally getting to the point.  With all of the drama and the fact that I went down to the park and cried and threw rocks at the creek and cussed under my breath in the rain… this morning I hurt.  My knuckles hurt.  My wrist hurts.  My ankles and toes hurt and my chest hurts… kind of inside breathing kind of hurts.

So, back on the aleve and maybe I will have to cave in and take a prednisone just because I have to drag her butt to the doctor today…

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The End of a Long Week

It was what I assume is a semi-flare week… I hurt several days really badly… MTX didn’t agree with me this week at all (spent yesterday puking and sleeping)… joy joy. My knuckle is still lumpy and bruised looking… and … Continue reading

Feeling Like a Lump (warning… rant)

Good grief I’m feeling like a lump today.  Yesterday rode 12 miles on stationary bike, day before I ran 3 miles.  Today, got up at 5 and went straight to work… what fun.  I hate when I don’t have the chance to clear my head.  I hate when I feel like I’m a worthless useless lump and ought to have my running shoes revoked.

But here I am, doing the dutiful and working working working to shut everyone up.  Everyone and everything else matters SO FREAKING much… Maybe… probably not… but MAYBE when I’m 500 years old I will get to matter JUST A LITTLE BIT.

I’m not on primary production pager duty… so by rights I shouldn’t have to be watching my databases at 5 am…. but yeah, they are my databases so someone else can “do their dutiful” Bull#$%^ and make sure that jobs that usually finish in 2 hours take well over 5 to finish… becuase running their happy little backup jobs CAN’T be scheduled during the weekend during the day… THEY HAVE A LIFE don’t you know… (imiplication, it doesn’t matter who else might or might not have a life… THEY do and they aren’t going to inconvenience themselves by actually SCHEDULING something to run that they don’t have to manually set off… something that might accidentally NOT cause the world to end…

No… that would be silly…

Let’s get Mikey… yeah… mikey is too stupid to not eat Life cereal… maybe mikey will be too stupid to fight back on the database.

I”m so getting tired of this.

Inconsiderate idiots, my rant for today

I live in a housing area that is fairly quiet and I run at the ungodly hour of 5 am, so traffic is minimal and most of the time the biggest thing I have to worry about is someone backing out  of their driveway and the driveway being edged by 9 foot hedges so I can’t see them coming.

And most of the other runners I see in the morning are running the street, not the sidewalk, so maybe I’m just silly… but yesterday it really really started to irritate me…

All houses in our housing area come with a garage (usually 2 car… very frequently it is made into the neighborhood sports bar because people don’t have room to open a public bar in their dining room and the dining room door doesn’t slide into the roof… go figure).  They also come with a driveway.  The drive way goes ALL THE WAY to the garage door… novel, don’t you think?

Why then, if you have a WHOLE drive way do you park your car the whole way across the sidewalk and leave a good ten or fifteen feet in front of it before you get to your sliding metal bar door?

Like I said, I really don’t mind so much having to go out on the street because it really isn’t that busy a street.  But it is the idea that they just don’t care… not about runners, not about little kids who have to walk out on the street when there IS traffic to get to the school that is three blocks away, frankly not about anybody.

This guy irritates me even more.  A third of his car is ON THE STREET.  What is the point of pulling into the driveway if you are parked on the street anyway.  And why don’t you just pull the other three cars that are on the other side of this white one up on the sidewalk too?  They are parallel parked along the street… why are they different than this precious white car?   Come ON!

I didn’t get pictures of the garbage cans (which are really what set me off on this rant to begin with).  Some lazy @$$ put all four of his garbage cans in a square on the side walk.  Did you know that if you put your garbage cans 2×2 on the sidewalk  it takes up the WHOLE side walk.  Because, you know, by lining them up, you would only block HALF the sidewalk and that would be ALMOST as stupid as walking them the extra four feet to the curb.  And I’ve seen the people who do this.  They aren’t the ninety year old frail people with a walker that I could actually accept, no, they are the posterior people WHO ARE OUT RUNNING WITH ME… The guy who went into that house was about 30 years old, dripping with sweat and looked like he’s been running for years and runs with his race number on his shirt.

HELLO…  If you are fit enough to run circles around my dog… take you cans to the curb you lazy idiot and have just a little consideration.

Makes me want to walk up and trip him.

I really want to run through the nicely manicured lawns of these people… stepping on the petunias and pansies that line the nice little driveways.  If you can’t leave me anywhere to safely run, the heck with your pretty lawn… I’m going to tramp through it because I can be as big moron as you.

I don’t… I remember Mr McPherson telling us that was rude and not to do it when I was in 4th grade and I just can’t… but I really really really just want to.

Okay… hissy fit over.