Hi, friends! Wednesday! We’re halfway through the week already.
Let’s talk about things that make you go ugh. Like not the end of your world, but just enough to sour your day.
For example:
Aphids
Turning up farty right at bedtime where you’re worried you’ll die from fumes in your sleep
Tripping in the parking lot
Work computers crashing
Going to the pantry and realizing you’re out of refried beans
Share your own!
Ach, I type slowly and with typos, hands can’t keep with my thoughts. Annoying.
Today a staff person completed a public instructional video…and misspelled the name of the tool, in the title. Luckily wiser minds – or less sloppy minds – caught it in time.
That’s all I have tonight.
I’ve been getting so annoyed at autocorrect lately because I feel like it’s changing entire words on me.
Like changing on to in, changing verbs that have similar back halves of words, etc. And I don’t like it.
I will tell you that when you work on something the titles are where the typos are most likely found, because those are glanced over and the focus becomes the text and photo credits and running heads and whatever else. You see this all the time online, where there’s a rush to get a BREAKING story out the door (figuratively) and the headline is just gibberish. I read something just today that went something like “[D-list celebrity] and [another D-list celebrity] seen at wedding of [third D-list celebrity] wedding with [first D-list celebrity, already mentioned.]” I didn’t know who any of these people were, but I was intrigued by this word salad. What happened was a D-list celebrity got married and though she was supposedly feuding with the first D-list celebrity, the first one showed up at the wedding with her D-list husband and they all seemed to get along.
Not making very good shopping lists, forgetting things I should have bought, & store out of things I want do it. Trying to cram all my projects into a short summer with lots of travel & visitors is also frustrating.
I’m getting better about using lists.
I don’t need lists typically for simple things like standard groceries, but I’ve noticed that when my stress levels get too high then my brain cells go hahahahah NOPE. Last week I got home from Costco and realized I had 2 other bags of avocados already in the fridge. Anyways, I’ve got great skin this week from eating a glorious amount of avocados.
Seems like the last item on the list would solve the second.
Hahahahaha
You know, beans and legumes have never made me gassy. Like I don’t get it, but I’m definitely glad that’s how it goes for me!!!
We’re on vacation and the kids, despite having tipped over to the legal age of adulthood, insist on turning on Spongebob like when they were little.
I don’t mind it in small doses, but yiiikes if they’re watching a marathon.
I always found Spongebob to be quite witty actually, sometimes. I think there’s a lot of double entrendres built in that kids aren’t really supposed to get. Barney used to drive me absolutely nuts, and the Teletubbies used to completely freak me out, especially the sun and the gurgling laughing baby. I used to like the Wiggles, because I had a crush on one of them.
This is what comes from being part of a large family and, when you visit, being told, “Can you watch the kids for a couple of hours? They can watch TV and they have their own videos.” My revenge used to be, “Who’d like to make brownies?” because my siblings always had boxes of simple brownie mixes. My siblings also don’t really drink, so whoever I’d be staying with would pick me up at the train station and they’d know the routine, the first stop was the nearest liquor store, where the prices were so much lower than in New York, and then I’d settle in with a big bottle of white wine, make the brownies, and keep an eye on whoever wasn’t in the kitchen with me and who was watching children’s shows. I miss those innocent, pre-social media/smartphone days.
Humans.
I need ’em — but also not.
“Hell is other people.” Jean-Paul Sartre, No Exit, 1944, translated.
The majority of pop music so far this, er, century (particularly, ubiquitous hit singles that seem less like songs than song-length ringtones).
Being behind someone in a bank, post office, sandwich place, etc., who’s got a particularly copious request, while I could be done with my business in about a minute or less.
People who answer direct questions by giving lengthy, tangent-ridden statements, or by just telling the whole goddamn story from the beginning, without actually giving much or any of the information that was asked. (This one’s more than anything a work-related complaint, seeing as I finally have to go back tomorrow.)
I’ve interrupted coworkers this week by saying, “this is a yes or no question, please clarify what you’re saying” because yeah I don’t need a 2-5 minute verbal meandering for something direct.
I did that in a particularly off-the-rails court hearing earlier this month, and as you may recall I’M NOT EVEN AN ATTORNEY.
Ooops. My philosophy is, why get right to the point when you can provide lots of backstory and other intel that will put you in the picture. My friends and family are the same way. Someone will say something, and the response will be, “But how…?” and the reply will be, “Well, here’s what happened…”
Dani Donovan sums up *my* version best–as y’all already know!😉💖
Egg-zactly! I find, and maybe it’s just the way my mind works, that every sentence raises more questions than it answers. When I played Samantha Stevens over the weekend and had that friend/potential boss of Better Half’s over, one of the reasons why we got along so well was that she is like me. So she told me the town she lived in, for example. I had so many questions. And I told her that I had actually been to that town, and the whole backstory about why, and that led us down so many different pathways, and an hour had gone by…
I actually thought of you when I posted this over dinner, so I should probably mention that I have no problem with this approach in my personal interactions with others — just as long as whatever’s being said is illuminating in its own right (which, as I believed we’ve established, wouldn’t be an issue in your case). But if I’m interpreting, say, in a medical or legal situation (whose nature is unknown at least to me), hearing someone speak for the first time and trying to follow their speech patterns (and/or understand their accent) and drown out the background noise in my mind so that I can remember or at least create a decent enough mental picture of what they’re saying so that I can render it in the other language? Yeah, the less someone says in one go, the better.
When I was over in Deutschland, I was pretty social, in my mangled Germglish, and one of my favorite phrases was, “Und die Anderen waren auch dabei.” That means, “The others were there too.” That alone was enough to set off multiple side conversations. Germans tend to be very literal. So if you say, “This was like 100 years ago,” exaggerating, someone will inevitably say, “no, it was 27 years ago.” But they’re also very speculative, so that one phrase would prompt many questions. Who were the others? Why were they there? Was X with his/her girlfriend/boyfriend? Und so weiter.
Burning pots to ruin… that was Monday.
Today was an expensive day.
I bought new pot replacements. Got two nice pots for about 1/2 off.
So, let’s not try to melt them on the element…
The expensive part was that I bought a new bed which was on sale about 35% off after everything else (taxes and shipping) factored in. My current mattress has seen better nights and been planning on a replacement for the last 2 years, but nothing much happened till today.
Congrats on the mattress! I bet you’re going to have amazing sleep once it’s delivered!!!
When doing a chore eats into my scheduled me time. Like the mountain of dishes from hosting dinner last night which meant I didn’t play Zelda today…that Guardian armor is not going to build itself!
Ugh! That’s the worst having to be an adult and do chores!
The gosh-darn HEAT!!!
We hit 80-something yesterday, and 90 today… last week, we were *mostly* in the 70’s for highs with lows in the 50’s–within the last two weeks, we even had some lows that were down in the 40’s!!!
And now, for the next 7 days?
We’re expected to be in the 90’s the rest of *this* week, and the 80’s/90’s so far, beginning of *next* week!🙃😡
It’s 10:30 *pm* right now, and 79°F outside right now!!!
Those are *AUGUST* temps–Not MAY ones!!!
The Pre-K’ers are miserable when it’s *this* hot out!!!
The “big kids” (K-5th), are CRABBY when it’s this hot, this fast!
I literally went to the dollar store today, and bought a DOZEN spray-bottles, and a tub to carry them in, so that we can use ’em to mist the kids, when we’re outside in the shade!
It’s even *hotter* inside the cafeteria & gym–which is *why* we go outside…. but this hot, THIS FAST, is just miserable, nasty, and GROSS, and it makes *everyone* short-tempered!
Thank goodness, I was able to get the ice cube trays started at both schools *last* week, so we DO have a stash of 2+ gallons of ice cubes *already* made, so that we can do water buckets (plastic shoe-boxes) with ice cubes & a little dish soap, to make bubbles.
In our pre-k room, we did water buckets at the *beginning* of the afternoon session for close to 20 minutes, and had them available for the kids again at the *end* of the day, if they wanted to play in ’em.
It’s one of the best ways to keep our little ones with Autism–especially the ones who *can’t* yet read the signals their bodies are sending–as cool & “regulated” as possible, on these nastily-hot days!
I’m going to be making ice cubes basically *every* weekday–sometimes twice a day! from now until the end of August, when the summer program gets over🙃
I hate winter, but I *also* hate summer…. can’t we PLEASE have Spring & Fall-ike *used* to happen, when *we* were kids?🥴
alarm clock going off
tho if it just makes me go ugh….i must have had enough sleep
normally the first words out of me are god fucking damnit *hits snooze* FUCKSAKE……okay…im up