I’ve been feeling all grumpy and pent-up and angsty. Not unlike “Emo.” For those who don’t Twitter, here’s a status update from this past weekend.
Matthew: “What’s the name of that character on Sesame Street? He looks like Grover, but he’s red? Emo?” Me: “ELMO?” (Emo’s World. HAAAAAA.)
To which Kerri replied: “There totally needs to be a Sesame Street character named “Emo.” Complete with dark eye makeup and an angsty iTunes playlist.”
Hee.
But we’re not here to laugh. We’re here to rant. I thought maybe it was too soon for another rant but then I checked and my last rant was in August. AUGUST. This means that not only is it due time for a rant, it means that there is good reason for me feeling so, I don’t know, ranty. Look at me, all good with the words and stuff. Let’s get this party started, shall we?
1. Twitter. Twitter and I have a love/hate relationship. I love the good that comes from it, yet hate the bad that comes from it. How’s THAT for telling you everything and nothing all at once? I think that Adam summed it all up brilliantly. (Conservative readers, you might want to steer clear of the rest of his site. He’s a sweetheart, but his regular content might strike fear in your heart.)
2. People who say mean things about my friends. I have been pretty clear about how I feel about my friends. As much as I am a lover, I am a fighter. You hurt a friend of mine, you hurt me. Which makes me angry. You won’t like me when I’m angry. Trust me.
3. I’m out of Hazelnut syrup for my coffee and Starbucks in a half an hour away. It’s a one hour return trip. And I’m in a life deficit of, oh, three hundred and twenty seven hours. Or so.
4. The Internet in general (Some days) (Says she who has a blog). I have a pretty stellar group of friends that have nothing to do with their Technorati status or Twitter followers. (Because, SERIOUSLY?) The group of people that I trust and that I share the details of my life with are awesome. Yes, I met these people via the Internet, but oh! We live our lives outside of the Internet for the most part. This is what separates us from the crazy people who spend their days looking at Stat Counters and Twitter followers/Unfollows (See Point #1)
5. The fact that my kids take approximately sixteen minutes to get their shoes and jackets on in the morning. The dressing is interspersed with comments from me. “PUT THE TOY DOWN.” “GET YOUR SHOES ON.” “WHERE IS YOUR JACKET?” It would help if my kids would, you know, take their jackets and shoes off at the door. But NO. They need to leave their outerwear all over the house.
6. On that note, LET’S TALK ABOUT THE JAMMIES. Every morning, we will bring clothes down for the kids to change into for the day. (Our house is a split level.) And every day (EVERY DAY) I will remind them to bring their jammies back to their room. And every day (EVERY DAY) they will say, “Oops! I forgot!” EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.
7. My inability to say “No.” Yes, I am ranting at MYSELF. I’ve gotten better than I used to be, but still. I have this desire to help others when I can and seem to think I can fit just one more thing on my plate. Note to self: YOU CAN’T.
8. Speaking of that full plate, let’s talk about people who know us and how busy we are who try to guilt us into doing those extra things. Let me state this for the record: THREE KIDS IS BUSY. Add to that fact that I have ONE full-time job and TWO part-time freelancing jobs and my husband is ALSO working and THE DAYS ARE BURSTING, PEOPLE.
9. Black licorice.
10. The fact that I bought pretty sparkly makeup last weekend and have no idea how to apply it. You’d think that since I’ve spent my entire life as a GIRL, I would know these things by now.
OK. I’m all done. Anything you want to vent about? The floor is open.
I love your rants! Has it really been so long since your last one? You are long overdue, and you did good on this one.
The Twitter thing really intruiges me. I signed up for 24h, then deleted my account. I couldn’t believe the number of weird/random strangers who started following me in that time. Scary. I figure Facebook is enough to keep up with (and I actually feel like I need to take a sabbatical from there – not that I will).
There are a few things I could rant about, but I won’t do it here. Maybe I’ll write something on my own blog? I’ve been struggling for content of late!
.-= Hannah´s last blog ..Just for fun … =-.
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angella Reply:
November 12th, 2009 at 11:24 am
Rant away! It feels good.
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OMG I could have written #5 myself. YES. Breanna’s not so bad, she does take her stuff off at the door, she just happens to leave it right on the floor, two steps in. But Hayley takes stuff off all over the apartment, sometimes in more than one room and it’s unbelievable how hard it can be to find stuff in an apartment, let me tell you.
Also, even though we don’t have a split-level I still can count on one hand the number of times she’s taken her pajamas back to her bedroom. They’re currently lying on the couch (she gets dressed out in the living room where I can keep an eye on her; if she did it in her room we’d be late for school every morning).
My biggest rant about all of that is that she is somehow able to keep her stuff under control at school and she’s able to get ready to go outside very quickly for recess and lunch recess so why is it like trying to tame a wild animal to get her out the door here at home?!
AUGH.
Whew. Okay, I’m better now!
.-= sherry´s last blog ..Lest we forget =-.
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angella Reply:
November 12th, 2009 at 11:25 am
EXACTLY. They can do it at school. WHY NOT AT HOME?
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What’s wrong with black licorice? Before there were twizzlers, it was just licorice. It was demoted to black licorice when all the un-licorice flavours were introduced. Old people grew up on the black. You dissing the old people? Heh.
.-= witchypoo´s last blog ..Open Mouth Insert Foot =-.
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angella Reply:
November 12th, 2009 at 11:26 am
My Dad LOVES black licorice…I hate it. The smell makes me gag.
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On point #8: Why is it that the same people who will say - “three kids! I don’t know how you work and go to school and keep up with three kids’ schedules” - are the same people who ask you to plan, run, facilitate and execute the yearly major fundraiser for your school/team/etc? WHY?!!!
Today I’m also ranty about pensions (the fact that I don’t yet have one), fat (the fact that I have too much) and sleep (again, lack of).
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angella Reply:
November 12th, 2009 at 11:27 am
Oh, lack of sleep. I hear you.
And YES to the people asking you to do stuff after they’ve made mention of how busy you are. Grrrrr.
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I’m with you on the black licorice thing. Ew.
What’s annoying me today is this one person who keeps adding me as a friend on Facebook again and again, and I keep denying their request. Shouldn’t they have gotten the hint after the 1st time I denied them, that I am not interested in being their friend there? Jeeze louise.
.-= Sharon´s last blog ..U2 in Vancouver =-.
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angella Reply:
November 12th, 2009 at 11:28 am
OH MY WORD.
There is a (weird) family member who has requested me NINE TIMES. Three of those times were in ONE DAY.
I almost wrote an email to say, “I’m just not that into you.”
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oh holy hannah! #5 and #6 for me too…
and black licorice?! whose brainiac idea was that?
.-= Nenette´s last blog ..for the idiots I live with who don’t know how to hunt. =-.
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angella Reply:
November 12th, 2009 at 11:29 am
Some evil, evil soul.
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Amen to many of your points (except Black Licorice). My rant:
Last night my BFF Emmy came over to dinner. I asked her to be my Matron of Honor, she accepted (YAYS!) Then, she basically told me that the mother of a mutual friend of ours (that we’ve known since childhood) basically HATES ME and tells anyone who will listen what a horrible girl I am.
1. How mature is it that a 60 year old woman is talking shit about her 30 year old’s friends.
2. Why am I letting this bother me? I know I’m cantankerous at times, but I’m a good person and I have great people surrounding me who agree.
3. HMMMPH!
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angella Reply:
November 12th, 2009 at 11:30 am
What is WRONG with that woman?? You = awesome.
And she apparently never grew up.
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Black licorice?
My rant for the day – what is worng with me that I repeatedly get myself into this particular situation that I hate hate hate (long story no time). I hate it more than anything in life and yet, every two or three years, here I am. Myself is stupid. I rant at myself. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
.-= Danica´s last blog ..New Blogger Alert! =-.
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angella Reply:
November 12th, 2009 at 11:31 am
I do the same thing. Probably different situation, but same idea.
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How dare you say I’m a sweetheart! You’ll ruin my whole reputation!
.-= Avitable´s last blog ..Next time your nose itches . . . =-.
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angella Reply:
November 12th, 2009 at 11:31 am
Oh, please. We all know you’re just a big teddy bear deep down.
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Avitable Reply:
November 12th, 2009 at 11:32 am
No, GRIZZLY bear! Big difference!
.-= Avitable´s last blog ..Next time your nose itches . . . =-.
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angella Reply:
November 12th, 2009 at 11:34 am
You LOOK like a Grizzly bear – I’ll give you that. But I stand by my statement that you’re a sweetheart.
I heartily “here, here!” numbers 1 and 2 (um, duh) and NUMBER NINE: YES. JUST YES.
I cannot understand why black licorice exists and yet PEOPLE I LOVE LOVE IT. It’s one of the mysteries of my universe.
.-= Kerri Anne´s last blog ..A House On Decatur Avenue =-.
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angella Reply:
November 12th, 2009 at 11:33 am
I KNOW. My Dad always eats those All Sorts and I gag every time he does so.
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It makes me sad that you are so far away from Starbucks. And I hate that I rely on Starbucks so much.
.-= hillary´s last blog ..This Ordinary Mind Is Broken =-.
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angella Reply:
November 12th, 2009 at 2:02 pm
We have a great coffee shop in town but they don’t sell coffee syrup. Boo.
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I would like to rant about stupid boys not calling when they say they should and then not replying to and awesomely witty text!
As you were….
.-= Kristabella´s last blog ..You Have The Right To Remain Silent? =-.
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angella Reply:
November 12th, 2009 at 2:02 pm
HIS LOSS. I mean it. You’re the best.
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I love it when you get all ‘ranty!’ HA!
On the subject of twitter, did you get wind of that whole situation when Dooce was tweeting about her new washer not working and a company offered her a free washer and another blogger mentioned that she give it to charity? Those kinds of things just blow me away.
I need to read Adam’s thing…
My rant, infants NOT sleeping through the night. I mean, I know they are tiny babies and need to eat but GAH, I need some uninterrupted sleep, like soon. ; )
.-= Elaine´s last blog ..You Capture – Your REAL Life =-.
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angella Reply:
November 12th, 2009 at 2:04 pm
I honestly remember those days. I hope your girl is as good to you as mine was to me with regards to sleep (She was/is my best sleeper).
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1. That post (about Twitter) (and this one too, I’m just talking about the other one at the moment) is BRILLIANT. I am the opposite however, as I look at my followers and say OH NO! 2 more? I HAVE TO DELETE THEM BECAUSE THEY ARE SPAM AND I DON’T LIKE SPAM AND THAT IS CREEPY and then I went and deleted 3/4 of my followers the other day because that girl with those boobs bigger than her head was just too creepy to be allowed to hear me talk about how I told my boss about my period yesterday.
2. Asshats.
3. Your birthday is January 20th, right?
4. I wish that I could spend more time IN REAL LIFE with my friends that live in my computer. Ah, that would be AWESOME.
5. DON’T EVEN GET ME STARTED.
6. When I change the sheets on Kaylie’s bed I find, oh, about ELEVENTY HUNDRED pairs of jammies in her bed. THERE IS A LAUNDRY HAMPER RIGHT THERE! USE IT!
7. I hate that too. “no” is fewer letters than “yes”, you think it would be easier to say!!
8. I have an easy solution. Convince everyone that you are insane and they’ll be too scared of putting you over the deep end to ask you to do anything.
9. I LOVE BLACK LICORICE.
10. I just learned how to wear make up about six months ago. And now I hate all previous photos of myself. In other words, GOOD LUCK.
11. xoxo
.-= Jen´s last blog ..Grace in Small Things: Part 24 of 74 =-.
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angella Reply:
November 12th, 2009 at 2:05 pm
You honestly leave the best comments, Jen. xo BACK ATCHA
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My biggest rant about all of that is that she is somehow able to keep her stuff under control at school and she’s able to get ready to go outside very quickly for recess and lunch recess so why is it like trying to tame a wild animal to get her out the door here at home?!
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OMG #9.
Oh, and people who suck.
.-= Loralee´s last blog ..Four o’clock in the morning. =-.
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Open for rants?!!? Have I told you how much I love you?
1. My brand spanking new printer. I bought it to replace my really not so old but it eats ink up and costs nearly $90 to replace said ink. So, for $9 more dollars I opted to get an HP that was on sale that I had read fabulous things on & could print on DVDs (which I give to clients) I got it all hooked up and spent 4 hours that I didn’t have this morning trying to get it to print on said DVDs, calling tech support (that didn’t have the first clue about anything-I guess I should be happy they spoke English and were on this continent) and I get a new printer-but unless I wanted to hand over a wad of cash for the brand new computer I have to wait 5-7 business days for it to get here. I have been super busy with work and I need this feature! (and the other printer that I have that does it, is out of ink!) *insert my head exploding here*
2. Shoes. I know too many people that have a size 11 foot, so is it too much to ask that retailers actually carry that size? I ask for an 11 and they either laugh in my face (true story) or they ask if I size 10 would work (hello, if it would work I would ask for a 10!) . I hate ordering them online because I really need to try them on, but I think zappos and I may become fast friends.
You don’t know how much better I feel-now when I go upstairs to greet the girls who just walked in from school I can actually smile.
xo
.-= Heather @ Domestic Extraordinaire´s last blog ..You Capture-Real life =-.
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Angella, I loved this rant session. I’m a newer follower of your blog and haven’t been around for the previous sessions. What a great way to lighten your heart and chest! The black licorice one made me crack up out loud! I hate it too, but my dad loves it!
My rants to add for the day are:
Drivers who think that their destination/route/purpose for going to their destination is more important than the rest of the drivers on the road. After living in Hawaii for a year where the Aloha spirit is [usually] evident while driving, the mainland driving is a whole different ball game!
Driving down the freeway and seeing a sign for a rest stop, only to see a big orange ‘CLOSED’ sign plastered across it, and the words ‘Next Rest Area 50 miles’ underneath.
Roads and cities that were designed by the logically inhibited. The particular town my husband and I are in has an absolute lack of frontage roads and easy access streets, resulting in us taking THREE U turns just to get to the entrance to our hotel. I am by no means an architect or a civil engineer but I think even I would have designed the roads with more common sense!
* Note – My current vents revolve around driving because my husband and I are on a cross country road trip, this is week 3 of 6. It’s obvious where we’ve spent a large part of our days, on the road! Life on the road makes for some good blogging material though!
.-= Laura´s last blog ..In The Land Of Ya’lls. =-.
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Angella, Angella. First of all, I miss you! Loved reading this rant, and I have SO had one of those weeks. It was going okay, though my boy was sick, when one of my friends confronted me in my driveway to tell me how angry she was that I didn’t include her (and her daughter) in a concert I took my daughter to on Monday night. Hmmmm. I have to admit, I was surprised by this and wondered what grade I was in. It’s a superbly long and ridonkulous story (especially for someone who graduated from high school 25 years ago!), and…um, the angry friend certainly has a busy life and does plenty of things without me and other women and their daughters (which I’m cool with, I mean, I get it). It was just plain weird. Anyway, needless to say – it was a stinky night all around. And now my daughter probably has the swine flu. And my son’s school music teacher is making them all keep a friggin’ log of when they practice their recorders on top of all the regular, challenging homework from his real teacher. And it’s raining cats and dogs and my hubby leaves tomorrow for 4 days, and we’ll probably all wind up with the swine flu. Yay. Ah, that feels better!
You are a ray of sunshine, Angella! Even when you rant, you make my smile.
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