TDFU: Sunday Sunshine Edition

By jen

I started the day with an early lunch out with the husband so we beat the midday Sunday rush.  We went to BJ’s because it is close and near the DSW.  Lunch was decent and all was quiet.  Across the restaurant in the round booth was a large family with lots of kids all behaving.  Next us was a table with Mom, Dad, and out of control toddler.  Come on people.  Letting your kid scale the booth, shriek and protest all the while you keep sayins, “Sweetie, sit down.  Baby, shhh.”  Put the kid in a damn high chair and if she is still squawking get your shit to go.  I love kids, hell I had four so i do not have to defend myself as some kid hater.  That said, while your toddler is a cute little girl, you need to get her ass sitting down.

Parents of only children these days seem to think their little darling/hellion can do no wrong and giving them fucking boundaries is unnecessary.  You also have the flip side of this with parents in the form of the frazzled mom and dad syndrome.  You know what I am talking about, right?  When they do not even pretend to give a fuck that their kids are tearing shit up because they are as a unit overwhelmed.  Spare me.  If you are unable to manage a single child in a public place keep your ass at home or at the very least out of restaurants where folks would like to have their lunch without little Madison Nicole smearing her lunch all over the booth beside them as she walks around the table getting fed “drive by” style every time she passes by mommy.   As parents we all have bad days when the kids are climbing out of the basket at the grocery store or are just being cantankerous in general.  There are two choices when it is like this: 1.  Finish your shit fast and get to the car.  2. Leave the basket where it is, put their butts in the car and go home.  Trust me it is far less stressful than enduring the chaos and the world will thank you.

Could someone please fucking tell me how i can get more txt alert tones for my fucking iPhone?  I do not like any of them.  One is just annoying.  One is uhmm silent.  One sounds like a bell and my kids hear it and say, “The Cookies are ready!”  I want my phone to ring and i want txt alerts to vibrate.  Is this too much to ask?  meh.

Fuck you to costco for not having the sweet chile shrimp at the seafood counter that I am addicted to.  If they have it at your costco, buy it and then add some miracle whip to it and a bit of tabasco and mix.  Amazing shrimp salad.  Trust me.

On a political note.  If you still think the government is capable of giving you better healthcare than private insurers  let me point  you to this little artcle...  Cash for Clunkers pretty straight forward no?  I am still giggling that the goddamn thing is costing 50 million dollars to administer, but that is just me.  The fact is, this is simple in and out money and The First Woman President and his administration cannot even get this right.  Dealerships are going to take it in the ass on this one.  I feel sorry for them, but they should have fucking known Prince Fuknut couldn’t grab his ass with both hands much less pay for something.  Perish the thought. Do not get confused.  He is like a person who says, “How could I be broke?  I still have checks!”

I need another fucking tattoo.  I guess that is a fuck you to ME for not figuring out what i want and going get it done.  In my past ventures into ink I have pretty much pondered then something dawns and me and voila, I go get it done.  I think because this time I am wanting to add to what i have on my back and take up most of the real estate between my shoulders and even over the top of them a little i am having trouble.  Fuck… I really am whining now, aren’t i?  It is because I have to go back to work tomorrow and I need another ten days off :)