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.

Haircut

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!

Progress

We may have made a little progress in the ongoing step bastard issue. After a rough week I think the hubby is finally realizing what a delusional loser his kid is. After the kid lets him know yesterday that he put OUR (not his) quads on Craig's list and found someone who would trade him a street bike. Really? So he thinks we're going to let him trade our shit for something for him. Very presumptuous of that little bastard don't you think? So I think the hubby finally had enough and told him its never going to happen. Why doesn't the asshole get that his priority should be graduating this year and that's it. So after storming out in a snit, he texts the hubby and says fine, I guess I'll just have to go get a job and pay for my own shit! Gee, ya think? That kid has some serious mental issues. Still if I end up murdered at some point. All fingers will point to him. On a lighter note its Friday, and taco night at moms. Meaning yay I don't have to cook! I have been attempting this diet. And so far it's been not bad. It's the paleo diet, just meat and veggies in varieties of ways. It's been a little had to cut out breads and stuff but I've been doing ok with that. The hubby didn't even notice all I was feeding him at dinner was a meat and a veggie. So far I lost 4 lbs in a week. Even though I'm following it loosely by still eating dairy and a cookie here and there. But for the most part alls good and who knew you could make rice and mashed potatoes or of cauliflower. And it's pretty fucking good. That's all for now!

Valencrap day

This is now how I'm referring to valentines day. 10 years of being dissapointed should make be desensitized to the entire day, but no, I still secretly hope he'll come through. But why would he do that? When there are so many other important things going on like the step dickhead causeing all sorts of problems. He doesn't even live in my house anymore and I can't get away from the crap. This is my reality over the past few weeks. Hubby starts off day in a relatively good mood (so I think) dickhead call, texts him every 5 fucking minutes about (insert whinny bitch voice here) I have no gas. I have no money, I want my car fixed NOW! This causes the hubby to become irritable and moody which it gets taken out on yours truly. I swear 10 minutes after waking up yesterday dickhead sends a text at 6:15 in the morning and hubby goes in to instant bad mood. Wtf? Guess in really not getting anything for valentines day. But being the good wife I am, I went home made dinner while dickhead was there kissing the hubby's ass into submission as usual and that should only last about a fucking day. And the I hightailed it the fuck out of there to the gym just so I wouldn't have to be around them. How sad is that? Today is equally as bad due to him coming home early to got to the other idiot step kids court date. I'm not sure how much more of these mood swings I can take. I'm wishing it was Thursday to I had an excuse to leave and go workout to get the fuck away from him. If fucktardo would go get a fucking job and stop standing around with his hand out to everyone maybe his piece of shit car would get fixed faster. But no he would rathe whine and complain about everything and be so fucking weird, like he going to murder me while I'm asleep weird. I'm mean like last night I come home and he's sitting in the dark in the kitchen my himself with his phone. Either he's that mental, or that big of a fucking loser, but it's just fucking creepy. Why are you still fucking here? Go home. I hope he's not there causing issues tonight cause I don't think I can take much more.

HOLY FUCKING SMOKES!

WOW, I cant believe it.  I had the best fucking day EVER yesterday.  Seriously, with all the shit luck we've been having lately, this is well received. 

First story.  So I have been talking to the boss lady about this whole insurance, ER visit.  Then all the weirdness with the Dr's office last Tuesday.  So finally the insurance company got back to us and re submitted everything and it's all suppose to be taken care of under the $300.00 ER co pay.  That's it.  That's all I owe.  Oh my lord, that was great news! 

BUT, it got better!

I went home for lunch yesterday and saw the mail truck pull up early.  OK that's weird mail gets delivered at 4-5.  But whatever.  And I forgot to pick it up from the day before so I went and got it.  In it was a thing from BofA.  I figured it was the 1099 on the foreclosure I've been waiting for so I can do my taxes.  I open it and it was a 1099, but not for the house.  It's for a loan we took out 7 years ago to pay off our credit cards.  We put that loan with all our re racked up credit cards into a debt settlement program 3 1/2 years ago and have been paying stuff off ever since.  It was a 5 year program, at $500.00 a month.  I am currently owing on that loan and 1 additional card for $2400.00.   The loan is for 25 grand so it was going to be a while on that one.  The 1099 stated that the debt was cancelled.  I thought huh, weird cause I didn't usually get these things until they settled with the company.  I called the company and they said they haven't settled you need to call the bank and find out if it was written off.  So I did just that.  Answer to my question, YES, it was written off, and they are taxing me on it.  OK,  does this mean what I think it means?  So I called the debt people again and told them what they said and asked to speak to the attorney handling my account to see if this was written off by the bank, do I still need to settle with them?  I am thinking HELL NO!  But I needed confirmation.  The attorney confirmed my answer was NO, I no longer needed to settle with them.  HOLY SHIT.  That means I only have that one outstanding card left, and I have $1500.00 in my escrow account which should be more then enough for them to settle the last card with, which means I'm fucking done with it!!!!  HOLY FUCKING SHIT I"M JUST EXCITED TALKING ABOUT IT!!!!!  No more payments.  I cut it down by a year and a half.  I'm that much closer minus the quad loan that gets paid off in September.  And that's it.  I can live a normal freaking life for once not in debt up to my eyeballs.  We have been chipping away at this for so long and there is finally a light at the end of the tunnel, I can see it.  And I'm so thankfully thrilled!  This is like winning the lottery to me!

Cast off!

The boy has gotten his cast off yesterday.  And the Dr. visit came with a hole cluster fuck of confusion on my part.  This goes back to my "Insurance is a scam" motto.  OK, real quick.  My new medical insurance states if I walk into the ER, I only have to pay a $300.00 copay.  OK simple enough.  So far so good.  Everything was paid for minus $300.00 for the copay.  Except the Orthopedic Dr's charge was a little over $1100.00 because it went to the deductible.  OK.  Sounds fair.  Still with me here.  Well in really over analyzing the ER visit thing, and nit picking the EOB's I'm thinking the Dr's charge should have been taken care of via the ER visit.  So does the boss lady, so we questioned the insurance company about it.  Still waiting for the answer, but in talking to the Dr's office yesterday, which they informed me I should have NOT been paying a copay the last three times I went in there (but I did, cause they asked me for it) because it was part of the "post op visits"  whatever the hell that means.  So right now I have paid them co pays for no reason (but they asked) and there is about $200.00 in limbo.  And I might or might not owe the $1100.00?  I HATE insurance!

However, I am so stinking happy that I no longer have to dress, bath, or brush my kids teeth anymore.  He says he didn't want his cast off because I wouldn't do things for him anymore.  HA, you bet your little ass I'm not doing it anymore.  It was sweet, but mama needs a freaking break!  He wasn't happy this morning when he had to dress himself, but I was :)

The hoarding begins

Since the hubby is in construction he is constantly coming home with various things that we don't need, but end up taking up room in the garage until he decides to clean it out and throw it away. He's a major pack rat. If it wasn't for me living in the same house continually throwing shit away, he would be considered a boarder line hoarder. Our newest venture came on Tuesday. He says I'm going to be late so I have to skip the gym. Fine I say, cause overtime is everything right now. He and his buddy come in hauling a 50 inch flat screen TV. I say "um did you rob an electronics store?" Then they go back out and bring in a 37 inch TV, and a sub woofer. Um OK, now I'm starting to think somethings fishy here. Long story short. An electronics store went out of business. His company was called into the warehouse to do some repairs. The guy said take what you want cause the bank is going to come get whatever was there. So smart people of the store took all the good inventory and left the shit that didn't work for suckers like my husband and his friend to think they are scoring big time. Needless to say the TVs didn't work (shocking) and he is all disappointed. So he says they have TV stands there too. OK seeing as how we need one of those for the den TV grab a nice one since I have the TV sitting on an end table because when we moved in I didnt have anything for that room. Wednesday rolls around and he doesn't bring home just one stand, oh no, that is to logical. He brings home 3. Wtf are we going to do with 3 fucking TV stands? One is in a box and the other two are put together. His favorite is in the box. So he starts putting it together to give me a choice of which one I like better. Hahaha low and behold there are parts missing. Scratch that there was two boxes missing. Yep dumb ass only took 1 of 3 boxes. Well the other two weren't there. So Thursday, I come home and guess what, another TV stand, a TV that "flickers" and some pictures. The pictures are from a restaurant that went out of business. Do you see where the hoarding is happening.  I'm surprised he didn't come home with dishes or pots and pans at the rate he's going.  I can't wait to see what he brings home today. Ugh. I think it might be garage sale time here shortly!  I was hoping he was going to take the TVs that didn't work to the dump truck, but he says no I'm taking it to a TV repair man to see how much its going to cost to fix.  The 50 inch by the way that's still sitting in our living room driving me insane because it doesn't belong there, along with the flickering TV on one of the additional stands in the den sitting opposite of the band new TV that works.  I do not like the house in dissaray.  I dont clean it every weekend for my fucking health!  And I swaer the older I get the more anal retentive I get.