Complaining Blog

It drives me crazy when you invite a kid to a birthday party and the mom drops the kid off, with all the siblings. Did the invite say "siblings included"? No. Then you have to scrounge around like crazy to arrange all the games and goodie bags to include more people- people that your kid, the one having the birthday party, is not friends with. Furthermore, the siblings are not the same age as all the other party goers so you either have one kid that is older than everybody else that is dominating all the games or you have one that is way younger than the other kids and you have to babysit them for the duration of the party. And it's not like the siblings add extra loot to the party, from what I've observed the parents who drop off extra kids usually just send a general "family gift", not a gift from each attendee. Also annoying- uninvited parents who hang around and expect to be fed and want to sit and chat while you are clearly trying to organize a relay race with 8 screaming kids (2 of them uninvited). I think the general birthday rule is if you are not invited than probably the party is not for you.

Men's jewelry.


Plus, why does everyone want you to pay 10% less than what they paid for something, even though their cat goes in/on it to throw up?
"Gently used denim sofa, just needs a light spot cleaning. Paid $1500 retail in 1998. Asking $1350."

In summation, don't try to make a sizable profit on your sh**y old stuff. Also post pictures so I can see what ugly things people are selling today.


What is this? Why would someone put this picture on the internet and think that another person will pay money for whatever is in this picture?



The following things are really frosting my cake these days:

1. Old people. How do they not understand that we normal age people can't always facilitate their oldiness? We have lives to live, after all.

2. Leggings as pants. Still.

3. Gas prices, obviously.

4. Honkers. You can't just honk at people at random. Honking should be for emergencies and saying hello only. If you are pissed off about how someone is driving just yell at them from the safe distance of inside your car like the rest of us do.

5. Inappropriate indoor temperatures. It should be 76*. That is it.

6. Over-facebooking. Um, we don't need to know that your baby finally had a bowel movement after 3 days of constipation! There are just some things you don't facebook!

7. People who don't like their kids. Don't they know that you get to choose whether or not, and when to have them? If you are just going to hate them and only ever talk about how miserable they make you, don't have any! It's real easy and you'll get a lot more sleep!

8. The resurgence of wide leg jeans. I look so gross in them. And all pants.

9. I can't seem to find a lady product that is between and liner and pad. Just a nice middle ground. Why does that not exist? Or does it and I just can't find it? (This is totally in the non-facebookable category. Blogs are different probably.)

10. Fast walkers. I hate when people are always zipping around all speedy, as though the things they have to do are soooo important that if they don't walk at top speed the world will cease to function. No one is thinking "Oh, look how speedy that person moves about! They must be very busy and important to need to walk so quickly! I can tell that they are an intelligent and productive member of the community because of the bustling style in which they are shopping for thier groceries!" Duh.

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The rules for the elevator are: 1st, people get OFF the elevator. 2nd, people get ON the elevator. You can't just hop in there whenever you want and block the door for everyone who wants to exit!

It isn't like I live in primitive Africa where they have never used an elevator before! People should know how this works! I swear it is like they think they won't be able to get on unless they barge right through the hole as soon as the doors open.

Next time I'm going to fart in there. Then we'll see how they feel about their over-eager elevator entering.

I would like to announce that everyone sucks. Everyone who says bad things about where I live, that is. Seriously, we went to UT (again) recently and it seems like every person who knows we live in CA needs to say every rude thing ever about it. "California is so (fart noise)! There is just so much (fart noise)! There are so many (fart noise)! It is so (fart noise)! The (fart noise) is so (fart noise)!". I've substituted fart noise for all the asinine things people say.

The variety of insults is astounding, especially considering that none of these people have been to California more that twice and while here have never been more than 30 yards from Disneyland. (Understandably. That's a hard trip to make riding a cow, which is the preferred method of transportation for the adults in this story. Their kids ride sheep. I wish I was joking that the kids ride sheep, but I'm not).

Here is all I have to say in response to that kind of jack-assery. I live in a really nice place. It is clean and safe and pretty and has a lot of fun things to do nearby. I really like it a lot. Plus, it is warm all year and one time I saw Posh Spice on the freeway.

Let's do a review of where the insulter lives, shall we? Seventeen 99 cent stores, no sidewalks in 40% of the town, people literally ride sheep for entertainment, the only ethnic diversity is the one adopted black kid (unless you count the polygamists as a diverse group), huge drug problem, all Title 1 schools, the air is filthy- possibly from all the fires to combat the frigid temperatures, and it is butt ugly. Sure, there's no traffic in their town- there is nowhere to go and no one to go there! The exception to that no-traffic rule is on rodeo day. Rodeo day is insane.

Also, soooooo many comment about how expensive it is! If it were really so terrible would like, 15 million people choose to live here? Probably not. It is true that I could afford a nicer house somewhere else. But guess what? I don't want to. I prefer my tiny condo house here to a mansion in ________. You can fill in that  blank with the names of all the towns I don't live in.

Last thing- Someone said to me "Would you really want to raise kids there?" First of all, I don't have kids and won't for quite a while so how is that even a relevant question?  But more importantly, Yes! It is a wonderful place to raise kids! Unless you are terrified that they might befriend the colored folk, go to awesome places (Disneyland!, etc.), or enjoy the majesty of the sea.

In conclusion, everyone's town sucks a little bit, including mine (only I don't care cuz I love it despite its flaws, which is how you do in a committed relationship). There are good things and bad things about everywhere only apparently no one considers it poor manners to mention the bad stuff any time they feel like it. Now that it's ok to insult places that other people love... Sanpete County, UT: You smell like turkey sh*$ and gave me a substandard education.You are boring. I hope I never see you again. That's right, not even for Pageant.(Sorry you still have to go there Emily.) That is all.

What happened to kids knowing how to tie their own shoes? Did that go out of style or something?

Since I live in the middle of an Arctic Tundra I decided it was necessary for me to have a puff coat- as much as I loathe the idea. Seriously, who wants to look like a marshmallow when they go out? The alternative, however, was to absolutely never leave the house from September to May. Which I tried, unfortunately, we have to eat and kids have to go to school. Ug. After much soul searching and internet scouring I find a tolerable coat- not too poofy, not too expensive ($100ish), and it was in a lovely deep brownish-red. The website described the color as Beet-Root. Doesn't it fill your mind with images of things in nice, deep, earthy-tones? That's how it looked in the picture. So I ordered it and eagerly awaited my new lovely colored puff coat. Imagine my horror and disgust when I opened my package and got out a coat that only could be described as Berry Fuchsia. A marshmallow coat in Magenta. I was so mad! Now I have to load my kids up to take them to the mall- in the winter, with no coat on (I'm not wearing that monstrosity!). And taking my kids to the mall is seriously like trying to herd cats. I love them dearly- however, they aren't good mall-goers (my children. I don't know if cats are good mall-goers or not, having never taken them). What I'm so mad about, though is, why couldn't they have had the real color of the coat online? I know monitors affect how colors show up but I know my computers' colors aren't that messed up. I really feel like I've been duped into having a Berry Fuchsia puffy coat. And I'm very upset about it.

Kids are bad. Maybe not yours, but most. They are this way by nature, and need no help in becoming more unruly or buttheady. So when I see little kids dressed in shirts that confirm and accentuate their buttheadyness it pisses me right off. Why would someone dress their kid in a shirt that says "School Sucks!" or "I'm Spoiled" or whatever other stupid, mean thing? I don't get it. Don't you want people to think your kid is nice? Don't you want your kid to be respectful? So why the crude shirts? I hate them- both the shirts and the parents who put their children in them. And nose-pickers. Gotta hate nose-pickers.

When people's side hair parts are like waaaaaaaaaayyyy to the side- FUGLY. Parts are supposed to be at the side of the top of the head, not the side of the side of the head, like in the pre-ear zone. That looks so dumb every time.

I'm a church going woman. I attend weekly, which is more church going than a lot of other people I know. But I'm not like, rabid for it. I don't do every activity and every single phone tree whatever and go to every church ladies function ever invented. And you know what? Now I'm a church loser because I don't do enough church stuff! I have been so blatantly snubbed by these churchy biotches just because I don't count the minutes until I can attend the next church ladies ordeal!

I go to Sunday ladies meeting and sit all alone every single week even though every woman in there knows me (it's not like I haven't been attending for over a year!) because I had the audacity to not attend the craft making meeting on Thursday or the Book Club on Tuesday or the Park Day on Wednesday OR the Mommy and Me on Friday AND to top it all off I didn't even go to Mid-Morning Workout on Monday, Wednesday and Friday! How dare I?! Now I have to snubbed about it.

I'm nice! Wouldn't you think that since I am not there at every single other thing there would be at least one person who would talk to me on Sunday since she hadn't seen me all week? Nope. I even try to nudge into other people's conversations politely, and they literally turn their backs on me. I don't mean figuratively, I mean actually turn around and box me out so they don't have to talk to me. Who does that? Churchy Biotches, apparently.

Also I would like to point out two other things. One- I have a friend who used to go to this church and then moved and she said the same thing, so she started going to all the extracurricular crap and suddenly had a million friends! So, verified by a second party. That makes it true for sure. Two- I have a job. That's why I can't go to every single thing. Plus I don't want to. Also, like half of the stuff is for people who have kids and I don't have any of those so naturally I can't go to those activities! Duh!

My current plan is to just stop going to that part of church. There are never treats anyway.

Target has the worstiest website! For a company that focuses so much on being "cool" and "hip" you would think they would have a better website. The layout is horrible. The organization is nonsensical. And it is soooo slow!!! I feel like whenever I click on something I want to look at the message is relayed via Morse code to a trailer in Wisconsin where a bevy of blue haired old ladies work. They translate the message ("oh my, this person wants to view those fine Mossimo pumps") and tell Merna whose in charge of Images to find that nice picture of the Mossimo pumps. Merna looks through her file folders until she finds "Mossimo Pumps" then she shuffles over to Blanche who is in charge of Relaying Messages and she enters in the code into her Morse code machine, all the while telling the other blue hairs about Gladys' Chicken Gelatin Divine recipe, and the picture is then loaded up so I can view it on my computer. Then I say "Those shoes are hideous. Maybe I'll look at a Liz Lange top." Then the whole process starts over again.