Thursday, March 22, 2012

PayPal, or sworn enemy?

I'm leaning more towards swore enemy at this point. Last week step fucktardo ordered shit for his truck, which he is "working" on for his senior project so he can graduate. I'm sure it's all a ruse and come June there will be no diploma to speak of. However he ordered some shit off the Internet and used my PayPal account to pay. I first of course made sure I had the money in my hot little hands before agreeing to let him use it, because I have been snowed by this before in the past. For some reason the receipt had my old address on there for the shipping info. Curious? That isn't right and before it gets shipped to a house I no longer reside at, I called the company to get the address changed. Oh you would think it would be that simple. Ha! No, I had to have the first transaction refunded and a second transaction done (which by the way has put me down $100.00 of my own money). OK I agree and PayPal has stated that that transaction has been refunded however in order to actually get my money back, I have to wait 3-5 business days for it to go into my PayPal account. Bullshit, but I wait. Finally yesterday I see my money in my PayPal account that I have been diligently been checking every day since last Friday. I select transfer to my bank account, and viola! Another 3-5 business days for it to be in my account. Are you fucking serious right now? I have a whopping $7.00 in my account and my gas tank is dwindling. My point being is they can take it within a 24 hour period, but don't expect a refund anytime soon. I'm still waiting for Levi's to return my money via PayPal and I returned my purchase a month ago. I blame idiot husband who insists that his waist was a 35 and not a 36 which this forces me to buy off the net because it's a weird size which I hate because of this whole return hassle reason. And guess what? The fat fuck is a 36 and ended up buying them from Kohl's like I suggested in the first place because he is not, nor has ever in his life been a 35 (OK maybe a brief month or two, two years ago).

On to happier things.  I have decided to take a trip.  I don't know where, but it will be without children and possibly the hubby depending on if he's a good boy or not in the next year.  I have been secretly  stashing money away to my mom seeing as how our bill situation has drastically improved, and I seem to actually have extra money now for a change.  So I'm just going to give it some time and see how much I can save and decide where I want to go.  I am really in no hurry, but I AM going somewhere.  If I decide not to I will have a nice emergency fund stored up anyways.  I at least have half a one way ticket to somewhere as of right now, it would have been more but had to pay off the boys broken arm, which I'm still going rounds with Humana regarding the fucking anesthesiologist.   I keep trying to tell them they didnt code the procedure correct to be covered under the ER deductable, but they think I might be trying to not pay the bill.  I'm like if you just code it this way like the surgeon did you'll get paid you asshats!

Well thats about all for now.  Till next time!

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Oh yes I did!

So my hubby has so kindly given me his crud.  It has taken exactly 7 days for me to come down with this shit.  I've been in bed for two days.  I seriously didnt even move out of bed yesterday except to get food.  I didnt shower, I didnt even brush my teeth.  I totally realize that is so disgusting, however I really wasnt in the mood to move.  This morning I thought it would be a good Idea to at least shower and change my underwear.  It did make me feel a little better.  I dont feel so scuzzy, and my teeth are freashly brushed with a new set of jammies.  I'm sure my hubby will be thanking me for that since all I heard last night was OMG you stink, face the other direction.  But yet I still refused to get up and brush them.  Serves him right for not going to the couch last week.

I have realized a couple things staying home. 1.  Daytime TV blows.  2.  At least I can keep up on my DVR shit.  For expample I watched 3 hours of Grimm yesterday, but now I'm out of shit to watch and am stuck watching re reruns of Kimora Life in the Fab Lane from 2 years ago on E.  My on demand isnt so on demand as it takes 2 hours to download something I wanna watch.

Heres to hoping I can find somethng to watch soon, and the hubby will cook and actually do the dishes tonight.

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Things that fucking annoy me

I realize this will be a lot of bitching, however with the day I'm having the list is growing and I thought I share a few and why.

1.  Bitches that hyphenate their names. It's stupid, your married, get the fuck over it!

2.  Crocs. I fucking hate those shoes, there ugly and go with NOTHING. And guy I saw wearing a pair with his suit in the court house, what the fuck is wrong with you? You don't wear crocs to court you Fucktard. You should'nt even wear them gardening.

3.  People on bikes that act like their cars. Yes bitch, that is my ass blowing around you because, hey guess what your not a car and your holding up traffic. Get on the fucking sidewalk before I mow your stupid ass down. Oh and another thing, if your going to ride in the street and act like a car, then you better obey the stop signs because I've almost plowed your asses down while you casually blow through them. Fuck you I hate all of you!

4.   People who go out in their pajamas. Even if your shopping at Walmart with the flu looking for medication and tissues, this is NOT OK!

5.  People that are not on time! My ex for example and the girl who moves equally as slow as her dad. If I could get his and her asses moving it will be a fucking miracle.

6.   Old people drivers. They should not be allowed to drive between the hours of 8-9 when I'm going to work. 12-1 when I'm going to and from lunch. And 4-7 just because I'm going home and might need to run out afterwards. If all old people would obey those rules, we as people with places to go would be a lot happier!

7.   Kids with runny noses. Yes I have kids, I understand their noses are faucets, but it's gross and wipe it. I don't care if I have to wipe every 2 seconds, it's going to get wiped. ( this is also the reason I no longer work in a daycare, I'm a little OCD about that).

8.   Helpless adults. Like a majority of the people I work with. Seriously dumbfucks, you can't wipe up what you spilled on the counter. Or close the freaking cabinets. Oh no let's also not forget leaving one square of toilet paper on the fucking roll so I can replace it for you. Break something and just leave it. For example jamming up the copy machine and walking away. Ugh! Like I don't have enough kids to pick up after at home. And for the fucktard spilling his coffee up and down the stairwell, I know who you are!

Well I think I'll stop there. I could go on and on, but I don't have all day. Plus menopausal minion must have forgotten her hormones today because she's really got her grannies in a twist, if you know what I mean.

Thursday, March 1, 2012


So the girl wants her hair cut off. So tonight that's exactly what were going to do. I think she wants it short because she's lazy and doesn't want to do her hair, but I don't think she realizes short hair is probably more work then she realizes. Well see how it turns out. Maybe this way it might give her some more self esteem and maybe she will want to, oh gee I don't know actually look like a girl for once. She's 11 and not a tom boy because she's not into sports, but not a girlie girl eaither. I think all the hormones is giving her some sort of identity crisis. I'm trying to fix it, hopefully maybe to get her to care about what she looks like. Maybe want brush her teeth without me having to yell at her everyday. And it's not even a boy thing she has a boyfriend at school. God help me through the next 7 years cause if she's this difficult at 11 god knows what jr high and high school will be like. Oh wait I know it will be hell! It's true what they say payback is a bitch!