Ranting.
I'm home. Been home for about an hour now. I've been feeling sorry for myself. And angry at all the assholes who keep saying how much they LOVE snow and oh, good, more snow.
None of those assholes fell in the snow. None of them hurt their back. None of them have to walk in the goddamn snow.
I'm gonna punch the next person who says how much they love snow in the face. Unless it's my child, and then I GUESS I won't punch him. That would just knock his teeth off anyhow.
So I've managed to make myself feel a little better by sitting here thinking my hateful thoughts and listening to Mr. Hankey's Christmas Classics. By far my best Christmas album.
Ben and I had a discussion yesterday about how I rate my iTunes music. He thinks I rate things too high. And maybe he's right. But...it's all opinion anyhow, right?
So after he proceeded to SHOW me how many songs I'd had rated at 5 (900 out of 4,000 - I STILL don't think that's too much) and how many he'd rated at 5, I finally decided to just be mean about it.
I said..well, I told you your music sucks, and so that means I have better songs. Obviously.
This only comes into play on the RARE songs we actually share in iTunes. He rates Bon Jovi at a 5 and I rate Lady Sovereign at a 5, and pretty soon we're all up in each other's top 40 playlist.
Twyla at work was appropriately astonished at my meanness AND agreed that she likes Ben's music better; so I've decided not to talk to her for a week. Since she's on vacation, I guess it shouldn't be too hard. Heh.
Our disagreement is no surprise really. He likes weird stuff and I'm all about the pop stuff lately. To be fair to me, like 10 of those 900 songs are NIN. So I have SOME ok music in his opinion. Though he's not a huge fan of NIN anyhow.
Derek felt better enough that the boys went out to Magic and I haven't gotten any phone calls about him throwing up again. He insists it was due to the garlic powder he was allowed to put on his mac n cheese last night. I still think he caught some minor flu type bug. The boy tends to throw up once and then be done with it. At least the throwing up part. And he hasn't been lethargic, so all signs point to him feeling better.
There was the one time when he was not even a year old and he couldn't keep ANYTHING down, and that sucked.
I realized last night that this is just one of those things that has gotten easier, but more heart wrenching. He used to NEED me more and often come to tell me that he didn't feel good before I would take him to the bathroom. This often led to him not quite making it in time and cleaning up lots of puke. I don't miss that part, now he goes straight to the bathroom and then tells me afterwards.
But I guess I miss him needing me a little bit. Oh well. That's my job as a parent, to make him independent.
None of those assholes fell in the snow. None of them hurt their back. None of them have to walk in the goddamn snow.
I'm gonna punch the next person who says how much they love snow in the face. Unless it's my child, and then I GUESS I won't punch him. That would just knock his teeth off anyhow.
So I've managed to make myself feel a little better by sitting here thinking my hateful thoughts and listening to Mr. Hankey's Christmas Classics. By far my best Christmas album.
Ben and I had a discussion yesterday about how I rate my iTunes music. He thinks I rate things too high. And maybe he's right. But...it's all opinion anyhow, right?
So after he proceeded to SHOW me how many songs I'd had rated at 5 (900 out of 4,000 - I STILL don't think that's too much) and how many he'd rated at 5, I finally decided to just be mean about it.
I said..well, I told you your music sucks, and so that means I have better songs. Obviously.
This only comes into play on the RARE songs we actually share in iTunes. He rates Bon Jovi at a 5 and I rate Lady Sovereign at a 5, and pretty soon we're all up in each other's top 40 playlist.
Twyla at work was appropriately astonished at my meanness AND agreed that she likes Ben's music better; so I've decided not to talk to her for a week. Since she's on vacation, I guess it shouldn't be too hard. Heh.
Our disagreement is no surprise really. He likes weird stuff and I'm all about the pop stuff lately. To be fair to me, like 10 of those 900 songs are NIN. So I have SOME ok music in his opinion. Though he's not a huge fan of NIN anyhow.
Derek felt better enough that the boys went out to Magic and I haven't gotten any phone calls about him throwing up again. He insists it was due to the garlic powder he was allowed to put on his mac n cheese last night. I still think he caught some minor flu type bug. The boy tends to throw up once and then be done with it. At least the throwing up part. And he hasn't been lethargic, so all signs point to him feeling better.
There was the one time when he was not even a year old and he couldn't keep ANYTHING down, and that sucked.
I realized last night that this is just one of those things that has gotten easier, but more heart wrenching. He used to NEED me more and often come to tell me that he didn't feel good before I would take him to the bathroom. This often led to him not quite making it in time and cleaning up lots of puke. I don't miss that part, now he goes straight to the bathroom and then tells me afterwards.
But I guess I miss him needing me a little bit. Oh well. That's my job as a parent, to make him independent.
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