Words

I hate words. Mostly, I hate not being able to USE my words the way I want to. Because I have some great words for people lately and I can't use any of them. I can even choose words that are "polite" to fill in the bad ones. Biting my tongue is one of the hardest things I have yet to learn to do sometimes. I just.. Can't.. Sometimes yet. Email helps because then I can edit my *tongue* to be more appropriate, but the words they just want to come out.

For example to our Realtor who screwed the pooch the last week of our house sale. He sent a "Survey of How I Did". Really? You send a survey 2 days after your screw the pooch? Why?

Or the spouse who goes over the top on how retched I am because he reads a comment on Facebook wrong. Ohh How Horrible I Am.. yeah. I'm pretty sure we all know *I* may not be the problem here. Even after I apologize he STILL tears into me? Right, pretty sure we know it's not me at that point. A simple "Hey. That comment hurt her feelings" would have induced such a more sympathetic response. When, in reality, the girl is just depressed. Really, really depressed. The attempt (and clearly failed here - I admit THAT) was that things COULD be worse and she really had no real reason to be down and about this particular issue (I was in a hurry and the kid just broke the other kid's nose - so proof reading would have been good I know but blood was splattering..). But it does clear up several other frequently complained about issues. I do love that about Facebook though. I just edit the settings and.. Viola. Gone. All gone. Issue resolved. I'm pretty sure she doesn't want me to explain to her why she has "family communication issues" (though it's pretty damned clear now) nor why she's depressed (though she really should go see someone about that). But If.. You are going to post things about Zombie Jesus on Easter. Get thicker skin. Really. Seriously. Thicker skin. Even *I* know not to do THAT.

Oh look. I want to rant without people making comments I don't like? Ohh look. I have a blog for that! If I don't like the comment I have a delete button.  *sigh* Oh wait. Facebook has that too.

Or how about what words do you use with your child when she literally bounces onto the other child's face and rebreaks his nose?? I used loud words. Really, really loud words. Mostly, I just put her in timeout until we got to Urgent Care and then made her clean up the blood that was all over the house. But still.


*sigh* This could also be called "The Angry Rant Post" I suppose. I'm mad at my kid (for the obvious indiscretion) , I'm mad at the other kid for not following directions and then being a little whiny bitch about it, I'm mad because I strongly suspect that the boy has more anxiety that we originally thought and am going to have to address that, I'm mad at the dipshit spouse for just being a dipshit instead of just normal - really who does that crap? (Oh wait my ex spouse did that shit.. Oh wait.. That's why he's an ex.. D'uh!), I'm mad I still have goats in my entryway, I'm mad I had to pay the taxes today, I'm mad we have this stupid cat in the shed that stinks to Holy Hell and back but C thinks he can "Save Him", heck. Right now I'm pissed I need to lose 10 pounds.

Aggravation

You know what I hate? Stupid Snits. People who send you an email or voice mail or txt or something that indicates communications and just flat out demand something. Aggravation is really all it causes me. It doesn't cause me the desire to help you out. It makes me want to go all Hulk Smash and beat you.

 So we're doing the whole house buying thing. The paper work may kill us all still. (NEVER use Arvest for your mortgage BTW.) Our loan lady has sent us saying we have to have this CDIB card because everything is on hold until we have it. Well, I'm getting ready to head to Talequah today to GET it when C calls me because there's an issue with underwriting. We don't qualify for the Indian Loan thing because we haven't sold the current house we own yet. Now the awesome thing? The loan girl KNEW THIS when she said it would work. She wasted 2 weeks of our time with this and has been complaining everyday about this stupid card, which we now don't need, on something we can't even use! Pissed I am. Now, it gets better. She then sends a list of things she wants within 24 hours if we want to close on the contracted time. WTF?? Ok you screw around for 2 weeks chasing donkeys and now try to blame it on us?? Part of the things she wants - she's demanding be prepared by a CPA. Our CPA is off on professional development and is super pissed because he has to change his entire schedule now. Yeah. Clusterville. All because this chick is stupid.


Then, we have the text at 2:30 while I'm trying to convince the kids that they DO want to move by showing them that Sand Springs has most of the stores and stuff they like. The text is my mother saying "So, my doctor said he wants me to go to the ER.." Really? (Sorry, mom.. It's true..)

Or perhaps the 4 1/2 hours IN the ER with no doctor, no nurse.. Nothing. No one came in to check on her, to see if she was alive, to see if she was even there. Even when I disconnected her leads and oxygen and heart monitors so she could go to the bathroom.. Nothing. It's screwed up.

Then there's just stupidity.

 Let's take the lady at The Girl's OT. The receptionist calls and says she can't possibly ever make an appt for a re-eval before the end of this year. She has been told to not do it under any circumstance. (Yeah, like I believe that.) I tell her fine, make one for next year. Whatever. How about January 3rd. Really? Can't do this year but January 3rd? Ok. Sure whatever. Then get a voice mail the next day saying she has an appointment scheduled for December 21st. Huh? What? I call to see what's going on. "Oh, well. I talked with the therapist and she cleared it up, she meant any NEW patients." Right. Sure. It only got more special from there.