My mouth hurts though.
Patience is sick. It is just a matter if time until it sweeps through the house like an unholy plague. Lets not forget that my mother and the nanny are bound to catch it too.
She has been fussy on and off for a few days and I just assumed that it was her teeth bothering her. We are still waiting for a 3rd tooth to make an appearance.
I was obviously wrong since she woke up at 3 am burning up with a 101.5 fever and threw up on me at 4. She isn’t sick to her stomach it is a cough that makes her gag a bit.
Please don’t let it be the flu. Please don’t let it be the flu.
What is this bullshit?!? I’m admittedly ignorant, but I think you’re great so this pissed me off. Is this the federal gov’t garnishing your bank account??
What happened? This is terrible. I think I’d be keeping all my money in a mayonnaise jar buried in the back yard.
It is soooooooo lame.
In the state of California Native persons residing on a reservation don’t pay state taxes. It is kind of the trade off for living in BFE on crap land. Land that was “given” to us as reservations, but is just usually the land that wasn’t particularly useful or fruitful so they didn’t take it. Where I live used to be under the Salton Sea and the earth is so shitty and “salty” that nothing will grow.
Anyway, Franchise Tax Board has a special “team” or “unit” that does nothing but target Natives and bully them into paying back owed taxes. I say bully because that is what they do. They use big words and bank liens to try and strong arm some of us. Not to mention that in my experience it seems that they specifically go after the youngest and oldest tribal members (I am neither though).
Luckily I only ever keep enough money in the bank to pay a few bills at a time so I still have the ability to pay stuff. It is just so annoying to have to constantly be proving that I am who I say I am, I live where I say that I live, and what my ethnicity is. Especially since it is the same “team” of people getting all my documents!
Also, the mayonnaise jar is totally what we do!
This post has come to you courtesy of my employment responsibilities.
Ok, so once again I am not taking this in a romantical sense. These are just things that turn me off people in general.
I in no way expect people to be Mary Sunshine and have rainbow lollipops falling out their butts all the time, I am just talking about people who are always angry about something. It gets old very quickly. Like, why am I going to call you if I know that you are just going to bitch about some lady who cut you off 4 hours ago? Let it go already. Cheese and rice.
3. When I ask someone about a movie and they tell me that they don’t want to spoil it.
SPOIL IT! I hate when I ask and people won’t give me a breakdown of the plot! If I didn’t want to know the ending I wouldn’t have asked!
2. Bad breath.
Seriously. I hate bad breath and I am forever concerned with the condition of my own breath. I am a gum chewing mint popping teeth brushing machine.
1. When someone gives a gift and then promptly talks about how hard it was for them to afford it or how they are so broke.
This absolutely did not happen with my new gifted computer! I have had this happen in the past though. If it was so hard to afford the gift you shouldn’t have gotten it! Or not try and make the recipient feel bad. The gift will be forever tainted with bad feels and guilt. I would rather receive no gift than receive the gift of listening to someone give me a guilt trip.
Just stop it.
What did I ever do to you?
This week’s column on Mommyish is sort of a sister column (or maybe a cousin column) to last week’s article about moms and “old people.” Except instead of moms bitching about how old people ruin everything, they’re complaining about needing special treatment and/or wanting pregnancy and motherhood to be treated as a disability. The article was inspired by an article that ran on the Huffington Post last week called, “Pregnancy As Disability: Professor Wants Coverage Under American With Disabilities Act,” which is worth reading so you can form your own opinion on the matter. Basically, a law professor is suggesting that “pregnant women experience symptoms that may warrant special treatment accommodations from their employers and that pregnancy should be covered by the American Disabilities Act (ADA).”
Let me preface the rest of this post by saying that I believe the professor’s interests lie mainly in protecting women from their shitty employers, and I can understand why she’s pushing for the legislation. But because I run this blog, and I’ve seen what I’ve seen, I also happen to believe there are many women out there who could potentially abuse the idea of pregnancy as disability. We’ve already had discussions about expectant and new mother parking and parking lots “over-accommodating” for disabled drivers (plus moms who opt to park in handicap spaces anyway), and today I’d like to share a few more examples of women who believe their “disability” (being pregnant or being a mom) warrants extra special treatment in bathrooms and parking lots.
Emily’s complaining about not wanting to wait in line to use the large handicap restroom stall, but unfortunately, that’s the deal. Yes, it sucks that some restrooms only have the changing table in the large stall, but even when that’s the case, all it takes is simply waiting your turn in order to get in there and do your “spacious” business. Spread out and have a picnic if you want to once you’re in there, but until you are, realize that the person using that stall, A) does not have to be handicapped, and B) may very well be handicapped but not in an obviously noticeable way.
Also recognize that having a large stroller does not make you “more eligible” for a handicap stall than other people who do not have a disability. Having a large stroller may allow you to push through crowds easily and take up entire sidewalks, but it does not, in fact, allow you to ram your way into the largest stall in the bathroom if it is already occupied. Sorry.
Jordan is “just saying” that not only should pregnant women and people with small children get preferential parking, but ALSO that she’d be down to go head-to-head with some of these so-called “handicap parkers” to prove that it is far more annoying to have to walk a few extra feet to the door at the grocery store when you’re pregnant than it is when you’re disabled.
I mean, hello, most disabled people are disabled for their whole lives. That means they’re used to struggling to get in and out of places. Jordan is only going to be pregnant and have small children for like seven years, so for her it is an enormous burden. Don’t people “get” that? Don’t grocery stores realize that pregnant women and moms are their most preferred clientele?! If they don’t, they should! Especially since, like Stacey said, some “handicap” parkers even wear high heels. Show me a true disabled person who can wear high heels! I mean seriously, people! It’s like no one even thinks about mothers anymore.
Always love this blog.
You’re beautiful, Tumblr. You make my points for me.
Reason #4648789 why I’m not a part of your community anymore, [TW: AGEISM!!1] kids!
Because threatening violence is the right way to advocate for social justice and not the same exact thing oppressors do to keep minority groups socially suppressed.
Straight up: the rabid social justice “advocates” on this site are a gang of bullies.
This past Saturday was a bit of a bust. A girlfriend of mine was going to take our maternity session photos, but I woke up (after a horrible night’s sleep) to gale force winds. Not very conducive to our purpose.
Husband and I laid around in bed for a few hours watching TV, which was actually nice. The only real problem is that I am to the point where laying down actually hurts my body worse than standing up, but that isn’t going to be getting any better for a while so se la vie. I decided to turn on the heater for the first time since the inside of our house was 55 degrees and I wanted to take a shower. Just as I was about to hop into the shower stall the heater kicked on and kicked out white smoke and dust, setting off every single smoke detector in the house. Not a fun time.
I made a futile attempt to wrap a towel around myself and help Husband as he ran around the house like a chicken with it’s head cut off to get the alarms to stop beeping. At this point I need an actual bath sheet instead of a towel if I want to bother feigning modesty. The whole situation gave me a few contractions so by the time I got into the shower all I wanted to do was sit down and let the water pour over me (this is also what I do when I am hungover).. I got stuck. At this point I also need to invest in a shower bench so I can sit down in the shower without having to worry about how the hell I am going to get up.
From there the day was looking up though! We went out for a late lunch at a place where I normally just eat chips and salsa while knocking back some (tons) margaritas. I have found out over the past few months that they have some pretty tasty food though, as well as some very refreshing water with lemon. We stopped by Trader Joe’s for a bottle of Vitamin E Oil ($3.99), then headed over to Massage Envy for our 4:30 90 minute massage appointments. Here is where shit went south quickly.
My therapist (whom I have never had before) called me back at 4:40, which is already going to cut into my precious precious massage time. When we got back to the session room the therapist, Sheryl, proceeded to reprimand me for scheduling a 90 minute massage session while in my 3rd trimester of pregnancy. I informed her that I am under the care of 2 doctors and 2 doulas, non of whom have an issue with my receiving prenatal massages by therapist who are trained and competent in the specialty, and that when I called to schedule my appointment I was not informed that it was against Massage Envy policy to provide this service to women in their 3rd trimester (because it isn’t). Sheryl then told me that she knows how massage effects my body better than both my doctors, doulas, and every other person whom I have received a prenatal massage from- but that she would do a 90 minute session the way that she approved of doing it. Really? At this point a 90 minute session was a pipe dream.
At this point I really just wanted to leave the building but (a) Husband was already well under way with his massage session, (b) he had the car keys with him so I would’ve just had to sit in the waiting room for the whole time, and (c) my right shoulder has been hurting bad enough to bring me to tears over the past 2 weeks. So I just said whatever and got on the table to get the session over with. Mistake.
I spent the whole time going over the complaint,in my head, that I was going to file with the manager the next day (I didn’t want to do it on Saturday because I knew I would be emotional, pregnant emotional). She gave the most half assed massage I have ever heard of, and didn’t even spend time on my legs. Plus she yawned every 5 minutes without excusing herself. This bitch tried to guilt me out of a massage so that she could go home early since she was tired. That is pretty much what happened. I fumed the whole time. My right shoulder is still killing me.
When we were in the car I told Husband all about what happened and then it started. The flood gates opened. Holy tears Batman! I cried buckets and buckets. Which is why I didn’t want to complain right away. No one would’ve taken me seriously, what with the excessive emotions and everything. I waited until Sunday afternoon and ended up with a promise that a write up was going in her file, as well as a sit down. I also got a free massage towards my account.
Sunday was a much better day. I am still in a lot of back pain though.
This is also my 31 week update.
xoxoxoxo- Piggy Von Ninja