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This sight was born out of the need to vent, Piss and Moan, about anything and everything. Mostly though, it is about stuff that pisses us off (and probably you too).
There are no real goals here. All we want is a place to complain and vent without doing it via the usual social media outlets, because that only seems to get us in trouble with people and we find that we really don’t like people.
So, what is Piss & Moan?
According to Wiktionary, we are this. Urban dictionary describes us as that. Merriam-Webster defines our existence too. Finally, the Online Slang Dictionary says this about us.
We’ll let you decide from here on out. Go ahead, stop in and be entertained, or not. We don’t care either way because we’ll Piss and Moan about that too.
I have a little dog that sleeps on the bed.
It wasn’t my choice, but it sleeps better (as in all night) and we don’t have to let it out to go pee in the middle of the night if we let it sleep there.
Sometimes, it has gas. And good lord, does that little body produce some terrible odor! How in the world does something that small make such a foul smell? It doesn’t seem to matter what it eats, it just has gas.
Sometimes I get up in the middle of the night, which I hate doing, just so I can breathe.
Do you know of anyone or anything that makes you have to get up and leave for fresh air?
Ever gone to one of those “trainings” where they train you on something you already know?
Yeah, me too.
So you spend three hours doing the “bobs”…that’s the fun activity where your head nods up and down while you fight dozing off and keeping your head upright. Some people call them the “nods” but I just call them the bobs because it reminds me of a fishing bobber that tries to stay above the surface of the water as the fish pulls it down…think of this as your head trying to stay out of the fog of sleep.
Anyway, here’s to hoping your Friday isn’t ruined by someone telling you something you already know.
Someone in the bedroom last night was snoring and it wasn’t me.
Well, not really snoring so much as a honking. It’s very nasal-ly and not a deep-throated snore like most. Instead, it is loud enough to be heard and annoying enough to keep you awake but not obnoxious enough to wake everyone else in the house or neighborhood.
So, yeah, sleep last night was sparse to say the least.
To be fair, I snore too. But when I do it, I am at least serious about it.
Oh, and the dog snores too. So there’s that.
So, laying awake at night and staring at the ceiling is fun. Not.
Anyone else tortured by this affliction? Or are you doing the torturing?
Actually, thanks for nothing.
I could have done better. You definitely could have done better.
But thanks for sticking around and taking a look. I hope you can at least relate to the Pissing and Moaning going on around here. It doesn’t take much work to find things to complain about and I am really good at it. But, just in case you have something on your mind, you can always leave a comment or three. Or you could share it with someone you think might enjoy it too. Either way, thanks.
Now, go do something not worth your while. You deserve that much at least.
Too hot. Too cold. Too hot. Too cold. Too hot. Too cold. Too hot. Too cold. Too hot.
The battle has begun.
It’s the “I’m too hot” and “I’m too cold” season. The season where your body can’t decide what it’s going to do so you spend lots of time trying to find the perfect temperature.
It’s cold outside, turn up the heat or build a fire. Now it’s too hot inside but too cold outside.
It’s cold outside, so bundle up to keep warm. Now you have too many layers on but you’re afraid if you take them off you’ll get cold so you don’t remove them only to stay too hot.
It’s cold in the house, so you add more blankets to the bed. Now you wake up in the middle of the night sweating. You throw them off, only to wake up shortly thereafter to pull them back up because you’re cold.
The office is cold but you don’t want to wear your coat while you work. You wear your coat while you work and then you’re too hot.
See? Constant battle. Push-pull. Hot-cold. Happy-miserable.
So, yeah, there was a holiday in the US yesterday. It was Veteran’s Day (thanks vets for all you have done and do) and so today is a day off from work.
However, the body clock does not know it’s a day off so it promptly woke me at the normal time as if it were a usual work day. Thanks internal body clock, I didn’t need that.
As such, I have obliged the body with normal coffee consumption but perhaps the only redeeming factor in the early wake on a holiday is that I can take a nap later in the day. But, I would just rather be sleeping now.
There is nothing worse than getting dressed up only to have a wardrobe tragedy occur without warning, and there rarely ever occur with warning so they are always a tragedy.
Raise your hand if you have ever: dropped food on your shirt/blouse? Dropped food on your pants/dress/skirt/shorts? Dropped food on your tie? Missed both your top AND bottom only to have it land on your shoe? Had it happen to your favorite outfit?
Dang it already…guess I’ll just throw this attire away and start over tomorrow.
**This post is NOT sponsored by Nescafe, but if it wants to I would completely open to large amounts of money.