Pre-turkey day B*TCHFest, anyone?

 
For you NEW KIDS, HERE ARE THE RULES: 

"B*TCHFest"  is provided as a public service to those of us who have gripes and grievances but who (whom?), for whatever reason, lack a regular forum in which to air them. You are welcome to voice any problems - large or small, important, mundane or ridiculous -  that currently have your panties wadded, your shorts frosted and your gears ground. Don't hold them in and risk future medical issues, wrinkles and/or those pesky gray hairs.

ANY and ALL issues that are plaguing you are open for you to voice; there are no "sacred cows." They say that "feelings aren't facts", so if you're feeling it, it's legit to you. NO ONE is allowed to flame a poster for something he or she writes, however commiseration is not only welcomed but encouraged. Please, no personal attacks against other OH members (at least, not by name) and please - NO SURGERY WARS!

I'll start you off with a few gripes of mine, and you all can join in at any time! No limits - come back as many times as you like!

WARNING! Adult content ahead! Posts may (and probably will) contain "adult" content and language. I know that MINE will. Rated TV-MA.



- Two colds in a month. FML. I am so sick (no pun intended) of blowing my nose and wiping my nose and putting lotion on my honker and philtrum because they are both chapped. 

- Chipper ******s who like to tell me, "Oh, I NEVER get colds!", be warned. Next one of you who says that is going to get a sneezer and a poke in the eye with a snotty finger.

- 3 years out of a job **** ME! Thank GOD I have been getting freelance work, but that could end any minute now. Part time job at $9 an hour. I'm grateful for it, but . . .  and $173 a week in unemployment. THIS is what I've worked my whole life to achieve? At 52 years old, I'm no better off than the 15-year-old who bags my groceries. WORSE, actually, since he can still live with his parents.

- Speaking of which, I miss my parents.

- I already am sick of Christmas music everywhere I go, and we still have 4 weeks of it to go.

- Stress is upsetting my stomach and making it hard for me to eat. Of course, I WANT to eat everything in sight, since that is my standard reaction to stress. My band baby is doing his job, perhaps too well. Very tight today, which is fine, but it's making me cranky. Then again, what ISN'T??

- Why is it that when some website wants your date of birth, they start the list of years with 1900? Are there a lot of 111-year-old surfing the internet?

Okay, *****ers. Your turn. What's got your knickers in a twist today?

My neighbors parked their car too close to mine, because they have another car they were going to work on parked next to theirs.  I was backing out and not paying attention and I bumped into their car.  No one was around but I knew it was the right thing to let them know.  I checked and I couldn't really tell if I did anything or if it was already there.  This is a 1999 car or older.  We both checked and she said she would talk to her husband but not to worry about it as long as the car drives ok.  Yeah right.  They hit the Christmas lottery and figured out who was going to pay for their presents this year.  I am pissed because now my insurance will go up to pay for their shopping spree.
I spoke with the neighbor and since he is a mechanic I asked if he could at least get the work done cheap and I would help pay.  Yeah, right, like he plans on fixing the thing.
I have to mention that I have lent these people money, cigarettes and whatever else they have needed.  When I clean out my freezer and pantry, which is often because of lack of space, I give them all my food.  I did that when I first had my revision and I gave them a ton of things that cost a lot that I had just bought and never used.
We also let them use my daughter's car whenever they want since she isn't driving it now.  We even gave them the keys so they would have it in case of an emergency.  They use it at least once or twice a week, if not more.
So, this is how they thank me.  I realize it was my fault for hitting the car but I wouldn't have hit it if they weren't so close and they wouldn't have been so close if they didn't have their friends car there.
And I can't really make an issue out of it because I live in a duplex and the last thing I want is a problem with the neighbor.  And I have been having a major anxiety attack since this happened.

My fiance broke up with me a couple weeks ago and now I am 31yo and back at my parents. I am spending my week off organizing and unpacking.

I have a craft show the 3rd and EVERYTHING is in boxes **** me. I need to get more inventory made.

I have this huge fear of gaining weight now that I am at my parents. There is crap food in the house and no room for me to put stuff for me.

And let me add I miss my dogs. My lab and rottweiler that were my babies, but my parents won't let me take them. The cats are ok but I've grown to love being squished by 150lbs of dogs at night.

Also went to the gym for the first time since surgery (yes I know I'm slacking). Omg the mirrors! The mirrors! I don't recognize the person in them.

Back for seconds.  I guess I am getting in Thanksgiving mode.
Fuck Dish Network!  I've only had them for a month and I have had nothing but problems.  No wonder they force you to sign a 2 year contract.  No one would stay with them voluntarily.  They suck.  We had some rain and wind the other night and now I can't get local channels.  The tech idiots don't have a clue and I have to wait for an appointment.  Comcast looks better all the time.  I'm not saving that much money to deal with this crap.  And when my kid wakes up and finds out we have no cable she will make my life miserable.

(HUGS)...
I have Direct TV. Love them. 

For once I am gonna un-***** I am very thankful this year... for one, I GOT A JOB! Woot to gainful employment.. and my insurance co paid my stolen ipad claim.. and my daughter got into the academic competition team after her fourth year of trying, allowing me to show her proof that determination pays off... Happy thanksgiving my friends!

My bil INFORMED us he is bringing his girlfriend, not his WIFE for dinner. Ackward much? So I really don't feel like explaining to my kids what is going on. But hubby and I are combating the awkwardness w lots of alcohol. Should be fun. Not.

 Gah, I went against all my better judgment and ordered something called a Chocolate Truffle Bomb cake for Thanksgiving since my husband does not eat pie, well it called my name over and over again until I had a small slice, now I am near a carb coma and wish my kids would just put themselves to bed I can just crash and be done with today.