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What Makes You Angry Today?

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While this has never been a problem for me, particularly, a lot of parents do try to maintain a relationship with their children's ex-spouses. I'm not sure why they do this, but it's not something that's unique to your mom. Hell, my husband barely talks to his own mother because she won't stop giving his ex-girlfriend updates on his life and sending her Christmas cards and crap... It also didn't help that she kept carrying on and on and on about his ex while I was right there and he was telling her to cut it out.

Oh the bright side, she's not as bad as his asshole brother.

My husband told me that he couldn't wait for me to meet his family because they're such an awesome group of people, I'll love them, they'll love me, they're so nice.

I feel like he sold me a false bill of goods on that front...
 
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Someone messed with my Jeep last night. The only way I found out was because I found a tool they left. Nothing was taken that I can tell, they got in my glove box, opened one of my med bottles (for acid reflux), unscrewed my flashlight? and not sure if they opened my hood but they had a telescoping hood holder. My f*cking tool now f*ck faces.

I'm assuming something scared them off. Guess I'll be sleeping lighter for awhile.
 
Got back late friday from two weeks of bat poo crazy. Seriously, on the far side of sanity so much it makes us seem an example of sane, tranquil, well adjusted people.
This got so weird I didn't do any grieving over the death of my friend. That pisses me off.

Yesterday I went to the market to do shopping. Sat down on a bench near a stall for French fries. Two benches back to back with a tarp between them.
A small child on the other side kept elbowing and heat butting me through the tarp, in my back.
Told him to cut it out. No response but an increased kicking. Told him to stop it or I'd do the same.
Out comes this drug crazy dad with language that could make me blush! Threatened me with everything under the sun until he saw the new dog that was with me. Dog is BIG.
What made me angry is that he gave such a poor example to his child.
That he was such a coward and I didn't get to unload on him in the only appropriate way.
I don't want to deck a man in front of his 4 year old but hey, once I couldn't I felt robbed.
 
It has been a crazy storm here... Wife's aunt passed away last Wednesday so my wife and her brother left to go to Mississippi on Thursday and I have been here with the two boys with me having a cold and my oldest just got over his cold and my youngest just found out today that he has an ear infection. Yesterday they were both being crazy a long with the dog and I was trying to do dishes and laundry. I don't know how single parents can do it... I was glad for the super bowl party that we went to on Sunday so I could be out of the house and them playing with kids their age so I didn't have to play with them, and tomorrow they are going to finally finish my root canal with putting the metal filling top on top of it all in the morning and then I have an appointment with my therapist in the afternoon. I haven't even had a chance to take a shower since Wednesday...
 
You're doing good, Holden! My dad always gave up by day 2 and drug us girls into work and handed us over to his Chief's to watch (he learned his lesson about handing us over to the Butterbars ;) We got in as much if not more trouble with the Chiefs, but they knew how to cover it up :sneaky: Ha! To this day seriously pissed off Chiefs and Warrant Officers with a twinkle in their eye are my favorite people on the planet).

To score some points for later transgressions... Try writing "I love my wife..." each and every time you get pissed off, overwhelmed, frazzled, etc. on a little 3x5 card or something. Got extra energy add the why on the back (aka whatever is pissing you off): for the shit she puts up with, for all the Legos she picks up, for the sandwiches made perfect, for not getting soap in anyone's eyes, for calm voices, for beating the mess back with a stick, for knowing the best medicine, for changing the sheets, for cornflake snow angels, for reading bedtime stories 5,000 times in a row.... It'll be something she can hang onto, and flip through, feel appreciated/warm/fuzzy... The next time you're in the doghouse or have forgotten how much work wee ones are. Make a whole big stack of them if you can. Add some svelte / sexy ones / brainy ones just for good measure so she doesn't get the idea cleaning up 10,000 messes and having her ear screamed in is the sum total of her existence. Everyone digs being appreciated.

I have a whole list of shit pissing me off today, but your post made me all warm & fuzzy... So I'll table it for now :)
 
Is that what the hell was up with that? The pill container was opened then the same with the light. I have vet plates, they must think veterans are druggies

LOL... Or have a death wish. Gee. I haven't been shot at recently. And look at this knee all perfectly straight and functional. Let's correct that shit. If he's not armed and doesn't wanna give me a cool scar I could have a banging limp!
 
Someone messed with my Jeep last night. The only way I found out was because I found a tool they left. Nothing was taken that I can tell, they got in my glove box, opened one of my med bottles (for acid reflux), unscrewed my flashlight? and not sure if they opened my hood but they had a telescoping hood holder. My f*cking tool now f*ck faces.

I'm assuming something scared them off. Guess I'll be sleeping lighter for awhile.

I can only imagine his disappointment when he realized that the meds weren't even fun or profitable on the black market...
 
So I think I posted to soon on the what makes you :) thread... So back in November of 2014 I completed my computer inventory and sent it into the base computer inventory people, and they lost it so I sent it to them the end of January and they signed their section and e-mailed the signed paper back to me. Then on Tuesday I got an e-mail from the base computer inventory people saying that my inventory is over due and that it hasn't been done since 2013 when it is an annual requirement... I then forwarded that individual the signed paper, and got a reply back apologizing for e-mailing me when they had it in their records... Then yesterday after I had left for the day I got another e-mail from a different individual from the same office saying that my inventory hasn't been accomplished since 2013 and needs to be accomplished as soon as I can because it is an annual requirement...

So this is a total of three different e-mails from three different people in the same office where they all sit within 10 feet of each other about the same damn thing. I am fighting the urge to go over to their office and verbally rip off their head and shit down their neck, and to top it all off I was told that they originally had 5 people in that office but were cut down to two, and are short staffed is why I can't get ride of the excess equipment that I have because they are working through the stack of paper requesting excess IT equipment taken off their account all over base. Which is really f*cking sad because how the hell are they short staffed on processing letters of excess IT equipment when they have time for three different people to e-mail me three different times about my account supposedly being over due since 2013, and two of those e-mails being two days in a row... Sounds to me like a bunch of dumbasses sitting around only doing what they feel like doing and what they feel like doing is the exact same thing as the other two individuals...
 
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