Year of the Monkey?

More like year of the Grim Reaper!

Dear 2016,

You suck!  And here's why!  This year we've lost the following people:

A WTF Moment

So the hubby and I decided that we would like to open our home to a dog again. The house just feels empty with out a dog. So we go to our local SPCA, we've been the second home to most of our animals and felt it appropriate to find another dog who 'needed' us. We're not snobs about our animals pedigrees.

So we went to our local SPCA and found a dog that we liked and thought would be a good fit. We filled out the mountain of paperwork and spent some time with her. Of course there were 3 pieces of paper they needed before they could send her home with us. So we left at 3:20 to get said paper work. We were assured they would be open until 5. We got back at 4:05 to locked doors and a piece of paper taped to the door saying sorry for the inconvenience. I managed to get it and they REFUSED to even hear me out. Three pieces of paper for them to glance at and I could have paid the 'adoption' fee and taken the dog away. But no they could not be bothered with that. They had new dogs coming in and couldn't be bothered with me.

Needless to say we were OUTRAGED. What do you mean you don't want us to take the dog? Isn't that what you're try to do? Adopt dogs out? I'm sorry. How silly of me to think you would do your job!

I found the number for their Chief Executive Officer on the administrative staff and let him know exactly how I was treated and what I thought of all of it. Oddly enough, I got a call back within hours. The apologies abounded and I was assured that the manager of that locale would help me when I came in.

Still a 'What The Frak' moment. Are they not in the business of adopting out homeless animals? Shouldn't they want to help me?

This is not the first bad encounter I had with the SPCA. I have a feeling I may not be going to them again.

Don't Be A . . .

That's right! You know exactly what I'm talking about.

I have an issue with some people out there. I'm tired of the sniping, the back stabbing and the all around grade school behavior of some people. We're adults now people. Please act like it.

Leave your problems behind or just plain old deal with them. And don't drag other people, kicking and screaming, into your crap. Ugh!

I'm not naming names, cause that would be wrong. But people FIX YOURSELVES!

Nuff said.

Oh and on a side note. To all those stores out there that have Halloween on one or two aisles and then three aisles down has Christmas stuff... You make me want to vomit! Could we get to November before putting out Christmas? Please?

Okay, honestly, I'm done.

Question

I'm wondering why certain people suffer from this odd disorder of spouting off when really they shouldn't. In this day and age of instant contact, I think sometimes that silence is golden. You don't always need the last word and sometimes it's truly disrespectful. And honestly not everyone cares what you think. But then what do I know? I'm blogging. So I'm spouting my own opinion. Still Silence can be golden.

And that's all I'm going to say about that.

Some Days

I feel the absolute need to scream when I hear the following. Or maybe throw things. But we won't get into my aggressiveness right now.

Person: What does your husband do?

Me: He's in the military.

Person: Oh so how many children do you have? Or. Oh it must be nice to have it so easy.

Why is people assume that because my husband is military my life is peachy keen and I must have children? It's maddening. I didn't marry him to sit at home and have babies and then do nothing all day. That's why I found this article 'The Making Of A Military Wife' very well written.

That article led me to this article. I know people who may be reading this now have either said this or thought this. I would hope they read these articles and then think before they spout their nonsense again.

My life isn't a hardship, but it's not the cakewalk that some people seem to think. I don't sit on the couch all day eating bon bons and watching TV. Okay I admit I do watch quite a bit of TV, but that's not all I do. Honest! I maintain the home, schedule things the hubby needs done, run his errands as well as my own, and I am in two different 'clubs'. Then there's the worrying about the spouse when he actually deploys.

But no one thinks of this sort of this. No too many people have this misconception that all military wives are either baby factories or they are living in the lap of luxury.

Catch a clue people! That's not how things go.

Side note: I don't know what set this rant into motion, but I feel much better now. Thanks for your concern.

We've Been Robbed!

There is nothing wrong with these photos. Except for the fact that some miscreant stole our license plates!!

Apparently sometime between Saturday morning and Sunday morning someone came into my yard, probably at night, and took my license plates.

Great thing for the hubby to come home to. Ugh!
I didn't even realize it. I mean how often do you honestly look at your plates? I was pulled over by a cop. Which freaked me out because I was sure I hadn't been speeding or anything. Which I hadn't. He filled out an incident report and now I have a number to give the DMV.

It was stolen either for the stickers or someone stole a car and needed new plates. This is apparently something that happens quite a bit in Hampton Roads. Apparently there are some cheap people out there. Our Civic League Officer warned us about it. I should have paid more attention.

Of course this would happen to me on a Sunday, the DMV was closed. But there was no relief in sight. Martin Luther King's birthday was Monday, so the DMV was closed. And Tuesday is the inauguration and the office is closed. The officer even felt for me. He mentioned I could do it online, but that would take longer.

I had to rush home to make sure that I still had plates on the car. Thankfully they were still there.

So now Wednesday I'll be at the DMV trying to get new plates and straighten things out. Gr! I have real special thoughts for the person or persons who did this and they aren't nice. I know there's probably no way of finding them, but I hope they are caught and prosecuted. Rot in jail scum!

Free Stuff And the Problems They Incur

My buddy John blogged his rant about Craigslist so now I guess it's my turn.

So we're moving soon and decided to get rid of a few things so they'd stop following us around. It's old stuff so I figured why not give it away. Logical right? Let me state this first and foremost. I have nothing against Cragslist personally, just the morons who use it.

It's free people! Don't expect like new condition and ask me to call your cell or ask for my phone number. I do not give out my number to anyone I don't know. Some of the questions I got were so stupid I just told the person that I'd already given it away. Others were asking if I had other things to go with it. If I did don't you think I would have listed them? And the dickering over when to come get it. Ugh!

I had people wanting to come over the weekend to get it. Nope I stated that this had to be gone by Friday afternoon or it was going to the Good Will. I stated first come first served. Another statement was I don't want to drive all the way out there if you're gonna give this to another person. Huh? If I promise the listed item to you then I will not give it to anyone else. What's wrong with people?

I only wish they had the Freecycle site here, because it's much easier to use and you don't have to deal with that stupidity.

When Your World Crashes

For the possibly two people who actually read my blog you may have noticed that I haven't been posting in a while. If you check out, Rosatodi, you'll see why.

My computer crashed. I was a wreck. How did we get by before the invention of the computer? I thought I'd lost everything. My email, my photos, documents. To say I was upset would be downplaying it just a bit. Luckily I had backed up my computer about a month before the crash, but that didn't save the photos I'd taken. Or the new tunes I'd gotten from iTunes. Or even my emails. I was the most upset about the first and the last. Tunes can be replaced, but emails and photos can not.

First we thought it was the hard drive, but after installing a new one we've learned that's not it. Ugh! We're pretty sure that it's the logic board. Process of elimination on my sweet baboo's part. So my laptop is dead, but we will be able to salvage what was on my hard drive. Keep your fingers crossed.

So now I'm sharing a laptop with the hubby. Yipes! Now we'll have to interact more often. Oh the humanity! =)

Why I Hate Rude People

For the past three nights someone with a 252 area code has been calling my hubby's cell phone at one in the morning. Hence my title.

The first night, Tuesday, I jerked awake to hear the phone ringing and I was fearing the worst. Why else would someone call at such an hour? It could only mean bad news. Only to miss the call because I was fumbling around in the dark and couldn't distinguish which phone was ringing. No message was left and all we had was the phone number, which we didn't recognize. We figured it was someone drunk who had the wrong number. I still wanted to wring their neck, but went to bed. Hey some of the world does have to get up in the morning.

The next night, Wednesday, the phone didn't ring. At least we didn't hear it. But there was a text message from the same number. WTF! It basically was a booty call. Telling the person they missed them and wanted to come over. At one in the morning! So I glowered at the hubby and he swore he didn't know this person. I joke I know my hubby wouldn't do that. Not if he wants to live. Geez! He did look up the area code and discovered it was from the North Carolina area. Hmm. Interesting. We speculated and laughed and forgot about it.

Last night I swore I was going to take hubby's phone to bed so I could blister this idiot's ears, but I forgot. The phone rang at one in the morning, but I didn't get to it before they hung up. Just as I climbed back into bed the idiot called again. I was able to get there before they hung up this time. And here's how that conversation went.

Me: Hello?

Nothing but lots of background noise. I think they were startled that someone answered.

Me: Hello? Hello? (Hey I've been woken from my sleep and now the idiot doesn't want to talk. I'm getting pissed.)

Idiot: Oh I think I may have the wrong number. (Still lots of background noise. I'm guessing she's at a bar.)

Me: Yeah you do. Stop calling my house at one in the morning. (I growled this at the woman and promptly hung up.)

Yes that's right it was a woman! Not only did the twit call twice last night, she didn't even say I'm sorry I think I have the wrong number. She probably looked at the phone and thought I was a total bitch. Just because you're a hoochie that's used to making booty calls at one in the morning doesn't mean everyone is going to be pleasant when you call. Some of us work during the day. I wonder if she realizes that she was given a fake number. Probably not. She didn't sound that bright.

Now is it evil of me that I now want to call her at six in the morning? Couldn't you just imagine that conversation?

Idiot: Hello?

Me: Did I wake you?

Idiot: Huh?

Me: How do you like it moron! Learn some manners!

Okay maybe I'm sleep deprived. I doubt it would work like that. But hey the hubby got a chuckle out of it. All I want is a night of uninterrupted sleep. Is that too much to ask for? What happened to manners? Grr!

Okay I'm done.

Venting My Spleen

So the other day the hubby and I were wandering around Wal-Mart minding our own business when we came upon this monstrosity. Now I know some of you may be wondering why an adult would be in the toy aisle. We were bored okay? My inner child needs appeasement from time to time. We stood in horror. They've gone too far. I know there are people out there that think this toy is awesome. Those people need to move out of their parent's basement. It's just Corporate America making more money off the unsuspecting and stupid public. Star Wars is popular and so is Transformers. So they figured why not mash the two together and make a quick buck. Ugh!

Note to anyone with children that I know. Do not request this toy for any occasion or so help me I will get Old Testament on you!

Well I Never! And I Won't Ever Again!

So I finally got my Christmas present from the hubby on the 10th. It's a really nice digital picture frame. I love it, but I digress. The lateness of this one was not his fault. He was told that it would arrive on the 27th of December, so he told me on Christmas day what I would be getting. Only it didn't get here on the 27th in fact it sat in Richmond for more than 2 days. We thought it was probably stolen. So Jim waited until the 2nd figuring maybe UPS got bogged down due to the holiday and then he'd contact the company he ordered from.

Well they emailed him wanting feedback on the product. He emailed them back saying he hadn't gotten it and that it was still in UPS 'care'. And seeing as how it's there responsibility to get it to him, the customer, they should do something. They emailed him an automated response saying someone would get back to him within 48 hours. Five days later he gets an email from this tool giving him the tracking number that he already has.

Prepare for lift off. Hubby is now extremely ticked off. He shoots off an email informing them that he has the tracking number that's how he knew it was sitting in Richmond for so long. Duh! He then tells them that if he does not receive the package within five business days he will dispute charges.

Suddenly the package is on the move! Unfortunately it's now in California. Then it got to Maryland and sat there for 2 days. We both agreed that if it didn't arrive by the 10th that the charges were going to be disputed. It was there when I got home from work. Lucky for them.

Sadly they never apologized for the inconvenience or tried to make things right in anyway. The only thing that spurred these morons into actions was the threat of pulling the cash from their hands. Now they've emailed my hubby for customer feedback. He deleted the email.

TigerDirect sucks! I will never purchase anything from them EVER again! Their customer service is terrible and they do nothing to try and rectify their mistakes. If ever you need anything electronic don't go to TigerDirect!

Dear Idiots

Please tell me again how I must be so thankful that my husband is in the Navy and not some other branch of the military. I do so love to here you spout off in such a stupid manner.

What's that? You can't breathe? Maybe that's because I have my hands wrapped around your throat you ninny. Please remove your head from your sphincter and think before you speak. No branch of the military is safe.

Ugh!

Okay I'm done.

Screw You Sprint

Finally the hubby and I had enough of Sprint's crappy service. As in no coverage in our area at times and poor customer service. So we finally wised up and moved on to AT&T. The good news is that most of our family already has that network so our minutes will not be counted against the minutes we purchased. It rocks. There was only a minor problem with porting our numbers, but other than that we've had no problems. Unlike our other service where we constantly had trouble and couldn't even get service in our own home. Nextel was fine until Sprint took over. I'm sure they'll try to screw me for discontinuing my service, but it's so worth it. I can get service at my job now and everywhere else I go. And customer service has been so helpful.