11/10/03

I just received conflicting information from Michele and Marlene. I swear sometimes they just make me want to go upstairs with a baseball bat. No one on that floor knows how to fucking communicate. I receive conflicting information from them all the damned time and I’m sick of it.

Lunch sucked, we ended up getting seated next to this women with 2 kids. Now, 8 times out of 10 kids are relatively quiet in restaraunts. These weren’t, these two sucked. They were noisy and one of them kept banging on the back of my seat. I swear sometimes I just want to have a few kids so I can show people how to fucking raise them. Someone actually mentioned in one of our local newpapers awhile back that you can’t teach kids that are 3 years old or so to be good in a restaraunt. I nearly died when I read that, if you have any kind of parenting skills you can teach a three year old how to behave in a public place. There’s no guarantee that it won’t have a bad day and be a total pain in the ass once in awhile but in general young children can learn these things. A small child can learn how to behave, don’t even give me that can’t teach a three year old to behave shit. *smack* That kind of mentality is exactly what’s wrong with our society. Children learn what’s acceptable from their parents, if crying gets them something they’ll cry, if throwing a fit gets them a cookie or a toy they’ll throw a fit. Give in to the screams just to get the kid to shut up and the kid learns that’s how it gets what it wants! It’s not that hard, teach it that patience and politeness get it what it wants and that’s what it will do. Hell, we even applied this kind of conditioning to our bossy half siamese cat and you know what, it worked. Instead of howling and getting in your face when he wants a treat he purrs and snuggles. Reward good behavior, ignore bad behavior. It works on cats, dogs, children and many, many other mammals.

And now if you’ll hand me that ladder, I’ll get off my high horse.

I was thinking about my Datsun this morning. I’m really hoping if we get the home equity loan or refinance, whichever we decide to go with that I’ll be able to afford to get it fixed. I’d like to have it running by spring. It’s not much of a winter car anyway and this is looking like it’s going to be a really bad winter so really there’s no point in rushing. I miss it though, I miss feeling power when I hit the accelerator. I swear, the Accent, it’s peppy and all but it’s like an overgrown lawnmower. I miss the deep hum of my straight 6. The power when you press down on the accelerator, the smooth handling on corners. *sigh*

*grumbles* I have to go waive my insurance coverage. I don’t see why I have to fill out the god-damned form if I’m not accepting coverage. I’m already covered under hubby’s policy. And our insurance this year SUCKS. All our co-pays went up and they took away our prescription drug coverage and changed it to another provider. This stupid provider won’t let us use the local pharmacy that’s only a mile from our doctors office AND on our way home from the doctors office. So now, if I’m sick and need to go to the doctor I have to go there, then go all the way to fucking CVS in fucking Coventry to get my damned prescription filled. That’s like an extra fucking half hour of driving and who the hell wants to do that when they’re sick??! When I’m sick enough to actually go to the doctor that means I’m pretty damned sick and I don’t want to be out any longer than I absolutely have to. *wanders off grumbling*