Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Two Posts In One Day?

Yeah, I had to come back to vent. Sometimes, I meet a person and from the get-go I want to slap them. It may be phone conversation or face to face... they need slapped. Such is the case with Liam. He's working on a project that I am working on. He's about fifty steps behind me and keeps telling me things that I knew months ago... like he's got an inside scoop. While I normally find people like this mildly annoying and a minor irritation (the Try Too Harders) he's just super annoying. I want to hit him. Hard. With a blunt (sic) object.

I don't have the time or energy to do Liam's job for him, nor do I want to. In fact, when I meet up with him for the first time this weekend, I may be so obnoxious and rude to him that it will cause him to cringe in a corner and cry at the mere mention of my name. To top it all off, I'm off the sauce. I quit coffee today and tomorrow, the first day of Lent, I'm giving up wine and rum. Seeing that those are the only two spirits I enjoy drinking, I'm in for a rough 40 days.

Back In The Saddle Again

I know, most of you are thinking "She's forgotten about us. Her life is sooo great now she doesn't need an outlet to vent her frustrations with the mental midgets of society and home." Friend, that simply isn't so. I've just been busy. I've had so much crap to do that I haven't had time to write about all the daily stupidity that flavors my life. Things like watching Inglorious Basterds with my s/o and having him say, "That isn't how Hitler died. He died of natural causes. I don't understand this movie." Really? No, really? Did you really just say that? It's a freaking Jewish revenge film, not a G-D biography. We aren't watching A&E... we rented this. The little gems that make my everyday life sparkle are amusing, I know, but lately I haven't been in the mood to share them. This has resulted in yelling until the veins pop out on my forehead, family avoidance and whispering... "Your Mom is having PMS please don't make her mad." I need to vent. Writing is my vent system. It's the HVAC of my mind.

Look for more, mostly amusing and sometimes sidesplitting posts soon.