OMG I'm a loser...I say "tummy" all of the time.  Lesson learned...LOL  

Can I blame it on the fact that I spend a lot of time with my toddler nephew?  :) 

I love the Seinfeld episode when they would call each other Schmoopy. 

Like "Aunt Flo" coming to visit?   THAT one drives me nuts.  

Not on here, but another dumb saying:   "We are pregnant"  NO!  unless you are going to be crapping a watermelon in 9 months, only one of you is pregnant.

To a rabid liberal like myself, The Donald is a gift - I hope he's not pressured into standing down.

Most pregnancy-related stuff on the internet is just ridiculous. If you find a forum for people who're trying to get pregnant, 99% of them talk about "BD," like "BD on Thursday and crossing fingers." BD stands for "baby dance" because they apparently can't put on their big girl panties and say "we had sex."

1. Facebook friends who post abused animal pictures. I know it happens; I don't want to see the images every single day! I can't get them out of my head.

2. On the same vein, ASPCA commercials. I cry every dang time. 

3. People who post asking for help and then never return to acknowledge the responses. Rude.

I am tired with having to deal with the symptoms of PCOS...again.

And all the medical appointments and medications that go with controlling the symptoms. There are days when I wonder why bother? My risk for cardiovascular disease, diabetes and uterine cancer will be higher but really, who cares (cuz at that point I really dont)?

I get tired of paying lots of money to have hair lazered off to have it reoccur and new hair get vitalized when my testerone decides to go high. **** Why not be born a man with the extra 30% increase in pay and all the rights and priveliges of being one if my body is insistent on doing an half-assed impressionation of one?

Yay chin hair!

I can sympathize with the chin hair.  I am forever in the mirror with the tweezers.  I don't even have PCOS...just hairy.   

I have a couple of little whiskers on either side of my chin, and whenever they get long enough to feel poking out, it drives me BATTY! I keep a pair of tweezers in my desk drawer at work so I can sneak off to the bathroom when it's empty and get rid of those suckers.

I have a soul patch. I don't even like admitting that. I don't care that I have a mustache I get waxed. 

I am beyond pissed that my pre-auth for surgery was denied and yet no one bothered to call me from the clinic and my "case manager"at the insurance company (Regence) doesn't reach out and tell you anything either.  Of course the only thing she would tell me is that we sent a letter.  So, GREAT, I get the letter in the mail yesterday and basically the office didn't send 1/4 of my paperwork and decided to add on a hiatal hernia repair (which doctor said I wouldn't need, mine's too small) and they requested a 3 night stay in hospital so of course insurance says NOPE!

I call the surgery coordinator at the office today, telling my frustrations with not submitting all paperwork and she's like what do you mean, we've already resubmitted?  Um, I can't have faith in you submitting it when you didn't submit it the first time, so how do I actually know.  

I f*cking hate having to coordinate everything (micromanage) when I shouldn't have to.  I don't enjoy it, but neither do I enjoy being left in limbo about items that should be resolved.

I get so tired/frustrated of dealing with co-workers who can't make a decision for themselves, can't read the published office information (memo's, tips/faqs, etc) and then claim they never received information. 

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!  Ok I feel a tad better, moving on...