On Christmas I made it a point to show my MIL my new cell phone because I KNOW that she will have to copy me and run get a new phone. I didn’t get one because I “wanted” one, mine was malfunctioning really bad. We’ll see how the experiment goes but don’t be shocked when I post back about her new cell phone because she is SO predictable!

I hate my new house and I want to move back to old house (which thankfully I still own).

Guess it’s time to sit down and have a serious discussion about this. I hate it here.

Called the sheriff this morning and left a voice mail, surprisingly, he called me back! I explained the situation and I said I wasn’t’ happy that the officer didn’t even come to my property to see what I was talking about and that I felt they weren’t going to do anything about the asshole snowmobiler and that I was not going to stand for it. I said I want him fined for trespassing, bring me whatever I need to sign, I will sign it, I want him fined.

What do you suppose the response to that was……..more blah blah blah.

Next I’m going to call the fucking DA!

Ok, I was trying to be moderately nice today seeing that it’s Christmas but now I’m pissed so it’s no more Mrs. Nice!

Some asshole decided today to go THROUGH MY YARD on his fucking snowmobile and barely missed one of my dogs. Just so happened my husband was outside at the time, he yelled at me and we ran to the car and chased the fucker down and told him, YOU ARE GETTING FINED. I called the local worthless law enforcement who probably thinks they’re going to go get by without doing anything (they are SO wrong) and argued with them to come give the asshole a ticket. Well blah blah blah they have to find the trail map first and see if that’s where the trail goes—HELLO?! I have not given anyone permission to use my land, I don’t give a shit what your fucking map shows, they are not allowed on my property and I want them fined. I finally told the deputy that I didn’t care what his map said and I would be calling the sheriff personally in the morning and that if he (the deputy) thought that I was just going to let it go he is wrong because I’m not.

I then called back a 2nd time and asked the deputy to come out and take pictures for evidence and he won’t do that either, so I took my own. I know who the asshole is and one way or the other, he’s getting fined. This guy has had multiple DUIs and he can have yet another ticket courtesy of his own stupidity. I will not give up!

I have to be fair and say it was not too bad at my MIL’s this year. She was fairly calm (probably because she wasn’t drinking and her mother wasn’t there).

We had a decent time, the gifts were good too. For once I didn’t get 50 knick knacks I have nowhere to put!! I got useful things so I’m happy about that. All in all, it was ok.

ON THE OTHER HAND……….

MY family wins the dysfunctional fucked up Christmas award this year courtesy of my niece. For whatever reason she threw a fit as we were about to open gifts and my brother insisted on bitching at her making matters worse. She went outside to her car and pouted for an hour or so and was totally unbearable when she came back in. She sat pouting like a jackass in one room while my brother did the same in a different room. Needless to say, I made a hasty exit shortly after. I wasn’t going to sit and watch her being a stupid bitch and I wasn’t going to sit and watch my brother being put out about her being a stupid bitch. It was disappointing; I usually quite enjoy Christmas at my brothers.

As the saying goes, you always hurt the one you love. My niece must love her dad a lot because she really hurt him today by throwing a childish tantrum and calling him names as she stomped off.

less than 4 hours until the in-laws for Christmas

I’m about to go kill my neighbors. They smoke–they don’t smoke inside their house–instead they go outside and smoke and that stinky fucking smell comes right into MY house! So here I sit in my living room smelling their stench. Why is it that I have to sit here and smell their stinky fucking cigarettes?

There oughta be a law!

Today I went to the grocery store. This is the 4th time they have charged me for the wrong item or extra items I didn’t get!

This time it was bulk candy. It’s $1.99 a pound–they charged me $6.99 a pound for gourmet coffee instead of my bulk candy. I didn’t discover the error until I got back to the car and was looking over my receipt so once again I had to blub my fat ass back into the store and get my money back for the difference. Today it was $11.76 they overcharged me.

Last time they charged me for 2 of something when I only got 1, that was $1.29. Time before, they charged me $9.99 each for scoopable cat liter when I actually had bought regular so that was over $14 they had to give me back. Time before that, they charged me for 2 cases of pop when I only had 1 of them–that was $5.99.

I really wonder how many people they rip off in a day. After the cat liter mistake, I check my receipt as soon as I get to the car. The reason they are making a lot of these mistakes is that instead of lifting the item and scanning it, they’re manually putting in the UPC and fucking it up.

If it happens again, I am going to talk to the manager. I have saved all my receipts and refund slips so that I can show them they have a really big problem!

Grrrrrrrrrrr

How’s this for accidental irony……..

We were wrapping Christmas gifts tonight and we had bought a 100 pack of gift tags. The ones were kind of ugly and I didn’t use them much but know I did for my alcoholic brother-in-law’s present because the tag is ugly and so is he. Anyway…………after we were done wrapping, I picked up the tags and took a closer look with the thought that my husband would use them first as they were on the top of the stack (for my presents) and that I would move them to the bottom so he didn’t then decided what the hell, let’s use up the ugly ones.

Anyway, here’s the ironic part–I thought the design on the ugly tags were books wrapped with a bow and turns out they are BEER CANS that say Christmas Brew on them—-NO SHIT!

I about died laughing!!!!!!!!!!!

I have been anticipating receiving my first tax bill for my new house. Tired of waiting, I called the local treasurer to find out if it had been mailed or not. The woman told me it had been mailed but came back because it had the wrong town on it and then went on to say she didn’t know what property it even was and on and on and on.

HOW THE FUCK in a town of 190 people (and even fewer houses) can you NOT know there’s a change? I guess I really am extremely anal! When I send out tax bills for my job, I immediately recognize any names that are different from the past year and if I don’t happen to notice that, I notice if there’s a name missing from last year and then start to investigate where that parcel is and make sure someone gets a bill for it–it’s part of the fucking job–or is suppose to be!

I’m finding more and more with my little measly paying job that I obviously do way more than anyone else holding the same position does for way less pay. Either I need to start being as worthless as others or they need to step up, not to mention I need a BIG raise!