When you go just too far

We’ve all had those moments, right? The one where we try to squeeze out the most of something just so we can enjoy more of it? Yeah, me too.

This morning, again, I tried to squeeze (maybe that is the wrong word here) too much coffee into my cup. And, again, it overflowed because it was just too much.

I have a coffee mug that I like and usually can get 14 ounces of coffee into, if I am careful about the amount of creamer I put in first. As such, when I am not paying attention and try to fill the cup “to the rim” (as an old coffee brand – Brim – used to say) I end up having to clean the coffee maker and surrounding area because of spillage. 

I say it is the fault of the coffee maker because it isn’t dispensing the correct amount of water. It’s a Keurig and I have been filling my cup the same way for over a year but suddenly I get an over-fill on a pretty regular basis. It can’t be my fault!

Ok, maybe it is…maybe I should just stop pressing my luck and stop trying to “enjoy the last drop.”

#fml

Food Coma, part deux

As if one day of belly busting isn’t enough, we have two.

What’s worse? They are only 18 hours apart, so I will be bellying up to the table again in just a couple hours! I am pretty sure my colon hasn’t finished processing the first round of Thanksgiving edibles.

I am so full I haven’t even thought about Black Friday shopping…ok, well maybe a little but I can’t even do online shopping enthusiastically (not that I am ever enthusiastic about anything) because it is still hard to move.

So, here’s to holding down the toilet from the first go round to empty the main tank and get ready for the second round of tummy ache. 

How do you manage the after holiday tummy stretching?

Sorta Thankful

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I was at the store last evening picking up a last minute item needed by someone in the house to make something to put in my mouth today. The place was packed and the cash registers were beeping like crazy.

The young man behind the counter checking me out wished me a “Happy Thanksgiving” and I returned the sentiment. And then I added, “I hope you don’t have to work tomorrow.” His response irritated me, though it was really no fault of his own. 

You see, he has to work today, at a grocery store, on Thanksgiving. That is the totally irritating part! The poor kid will spend at least half of his day working instead of being with family or friends, all because we as a society are too damn selfish to let people stay home.

You know what they used to do if they forgot the olives, or cranberries, or whatever? THEY WENT WITHOUT and made due with what they did have! No stores were open and everyone survived without whatever was missing. Because, really, did they need it that bad?

No one was working (well, except for first responders – and we’ll talk about that in a second). Why have we become a society of consumers and “me first”? It really is all our (me included, though I have made great effort over the years not to be) fault. We have made this mess.

Anyway, there are people working today which I suppose is a necessary evil. First responders (fire, police, hospital, ambulance, etc) are all on the job today keeping people safe or saving people. I am thankful for them. They sacrifice for us and that we should be grateful for.

So, Piss and Moan is sorta thankful today…is it possible to be only partially thankful and still not be an ass? Eh, who cares. Happy Thanksgiving.

Survey says? Wait, what?

Just when you think you have seen (or heard, your choice) it all, something happens that sets a new level of absurdity. Ridiculousness. Stupidity. 

I took a survey yesterday that asked me if I owned a zebra. Yeah, you see (photo above) and read that correctly. A zebra? Since when is that even legal?

What’s worse is that it was nestled in there so nicely with all the other choices, which happen to fall into the category of “technology.” So, um, who wrote this survey and what were they thinking? Fire that person!

OK, so here’s the weird thing…I also got a survey from the same place asking if I owned an ostrich (amongst other choices of random household items). Is someone playing Candid Camera with me? Am I being Punk’d? 

Oh, and what happens if I answered that I did own a zebra? What kind of questions would appear on a survey related to “zebra ownership”?

Something I already know

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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.

 

Political ads suck

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I know it is two days late and a dollar short, but who cares.

I know you all agree with me so I am kinda preaching to the choir here, but political ads suck. They are everywhere during political season (mind you we just left one election cycle and the next presidential cycle is about to begin shortly), radio, tv, internet, next to the road, in the mail, social media…and and now also in my texts.

I kid you not, I got a text on election day reminding me to vote (and how to vote on an initiative). So, now we are going to get bombarded in the future with text messages from campaigns…

I didn’t sign anything petition so other than my public voter registration I am not sure how they got my number but this is a bad sign. A bad bad sign.

I should have taken a screen shot of it so I could post it here to prove it, but I was so pissed I deleted the second I opened it to read it. #smh

Anyone else get political ads via text this cycle?

Voting for the lesser evil

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Hey, wanna have a voice? Use it!

You (provided you are a legal U.S. citizen) have a Constitutional right to have a voice in our government, whether it be local or national. Wanna make a difference? Vote.

However, why does voting in our democracy always feel like you are voting for the lesser of two evils? This person sucks but that one sucks even more. Which one will hurt me less? Which one will chip away at my freedoms and rights least? Which one will listen less to special interests and big money and really work for me the little person? Which one really is the best fit for holding true to the Constitution and the guarantees I hold dear?

So, yeah, get out and vote. Vote for someone that you believe is the better of the bad choice.

 

Selling rude behavior

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Anyone out there use social media sites to sell the crap they no longer need or want?

It seems there are all kinds of sites out there these days offering the ability to sell stuff. Ebay and Craigslist were really the first ones but since then others have popped up, each attempting to make the process more streamlined and convenient.

You, of course, now have the option (I can’t possibly name them all) of OfferUp, Facebook Marketplace, Etsy, any my wife just found something called TopHatter. All have their own rules and in many ways are pretty similar. I have used both OfferUp and Facebook with mixed results.

Horror story time (OK, not really horror, but rude nonetheless)! It has not happened to me twice…you see an item you want to buy, you inquire about it, you find out it is still available, and then you agree on a time and place to meet (always in public). It used to be that a “gentleman’s agreement” was enough but apparently we live in a society with no honor.

The first occasion was actually a business going out of business and the furniture was for sale. I had to drive 30 minutes to get there but traffic was not great because of a collision. I messaged the seller to let her know I would be a couple minutes late but got no response. When I arrived at the location I was exactly four minutes late. When I walked in the door I found the two pieces I was purchasing and when I went to pay for it the lady said everything in the store had already been purchased by one buyer. I was a little dumbfounded. We had already agreed!! All she said was, “Sorry. You were late so I didn’t know if you were coming.”

The second occasion was just last week. A guy was selling a lawnmower that was near new. He lived in another town 37 miles away, but I worked near there so I asked if I could pick it up the next day since I would be going through on my way home from work. He agreed and we set up a place to meet. An hour after we agreed, he messages me and says, “Sorry, buddy, someone just came and picked it for full price.” Uh, what?? I was going to pay full price and I agreed to purchase it first!

Ok, so those are two of my stories. People not honoring their word. It shouldn’t surprise me because people suck, really. Anyway, OfferUp has a way to rate buyers and sellers but it is ONLY if the transaction actually takes place. So, for the most part, people have positive reviews since they only get reviewed on what they actually sell. There is no way to review sellers (or buyers) when the transaction hasn’t taken place, which is a big fault of the program, I believe. I am sure people have things sold right from under them all the time, but there is no way to report it. That’s a big downside to the program, even if most experiences are positive.

What’s your experience? Share your nightmare stories below.

Don’t make me carve another

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Yeah, it’s THAT time of year again. I already mentioned one of the terrible things we have to enjoy during this season, but there is another similarly related item.

Pumpkin carving. Ugh…

I am sure I enjoyed it to some degree when I was a kid, and yes there is a degree of “tradition” involved. The whole trip tot he patch and walking in the mud and getting hot cider, etc. I get it.

But these days, I could care less. I don’t want to do it. I don’t want to help the kids do it. I don’t want to help the grandkids do it. I don’t want to do it. You can’t make me do it.

There I said it.

Yes, I am heartless. The Grinch is my spirit animal. Always.

 

Better than sliced bread

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You know what is better than sliced bread? Bread you bake at home and have to slice yourself.

What is with the crap you buy in the store? What did they do in the process to make it taste like…nothing. It is virtually flavorless, it is light and fluffy, and it barely makes a proper piece of toast.

If you have had home-baked, fresh bread, you know what I am talking about! Sure, I may have to slice it myself and those slices may not come out all uniform or nor but it sure tastes better.

So what gives? They had to ruin bread just so they could mass produce it and slice it? Why can’t they make it taste like the stuff you would make at home?