Random Vent Session.

There is such a thing as consideration.

Consideration to help someone out.
Consideration to house people in your home.
Consideration to make their accommodations and comfortable as possible.
Consideration to help them take the steps in their next chapter in life…

But sometimes its SO HARD to WANT to help people when they don’t share the same considerations as their hosts.

Consideration for their schedules and time.
Consideration for their hosts putting in the effort.
Consideration to tell their hosts if plans change or schedules need to be adjusted.

What is even more frustrating is that strangers have far more consideration than the family closest to you.

Here is where I go into a full on rant, sans sugar coating.

I can’t for the life of me understand why people (and when I say people, I mean my folks) choose the hard way to do things. I want to believe that they make the decisions they do because it HAS to be done that way.. but a large part of me doubts what they decide and how they decide because the options provided to them aren’t what they wanted in the first place.

Here is what I am pondering: Let me ask you interwebs.. If you were given the option to stay in a house with a bed, room, amenities and such. Would you rather stay in that house or sleep on the floor of an empty townhome?

Here’s the nuts and bolts: The parents are trying to clean out the townhouse for rental. After moving day they were offered a place to stay. A few days before moving day, they decided to stay at said townhome and sleep on the floor because they have to “clean and fix things.” One would think that would mean a couple days.. but they are talking about more than 7 days.

Whats driving me crazy: Why would you want to sleep on the floor when there is a perfectly good bed? I was told that they don’t want to make the trip between households but the distance between the homes is only a drive of 5-7 minutes! I could understand if it was one to two days.. but for over a week? Who wants to sleep on the floor for that long? Who does that? Maybe young’uns that can fall asleep in a heap on the floor from a drunken stupor.. but we are talking about 55+ year olds! All that stress and aching bones sleeping on the floor for the simple reason (excuse I say) that they don’t want to travel back and forth between house to clean and finish up the house.. I call BS. Not to mention that plans and things are being made without considering the other parties involved… How do you ask for help, set a schedule, then up and change those plans without letting anyone know? Who wouldn’t be irritated by that? Who wouldn’t resent helping someone if they were the last to know about changes?

What I believe is really going on: I think and have always thought that there is a sense of entitlement, pride and selfishness. The idea of being in control and feeling that they are entitled to that control because they are the parents.. Its frustrating.. It puts the kids in an awkward position and leaves all of us in a haze of resentment of sorts. Not of each other but of the decisions being made and the reasons (read: excuses) given for them. Sometimes I find myself frustrated thinking – If you didn’t want to stay there, then why didn’t you say so to begin with? Is it because you can’t control the house? Because you can’t manipulate the people in it? I hope that they don’t think they can control or manipulate my household because that is NOT how it works. A guest is a guest and they should act like guests.

Just had to get my frustrations out.. I am sure I am leaving a lot out, but trust me when I say, I usually don’t get frustrated over things.. but if I do, I’m not doing it lightly.



Fail of the day..


Maybe it was a spaced out moment.. maybe it was a brain slip or something, but it is beyond me the things that people post up on Facebook.. Friends of friends can see what you write, so it would be wise to exercise some caution..

Yeah yeah.. I know.. I’ve posted up some shit about my own business.. calling people out or venting about my crap-tastic day or whatnot.. but I dont think I have EVER done anything that reaches the magnitude of this comment.

I had to read it twice.. in fact more than twice to really understand what had just happened. I was amazed. Dumbfounded. Stuck on WTF?!?!?!?

Then I thought about it.. Maybe its a good thing.. Why you ask? LESS STUPID PEOPLE IN THE WORLD.

I will state that I am pro choice. And a decision like that requires a lot of time and REAL decision making. Its not something you just decide after taking a shit on the toilet!! Her reasoning sounds real immature. Don’t decide based on him. Decide whats best for you AND that child.


and the DARWIN AWARD GOES TO:ย  (NO drumroll.. knock that shit off….)

Pathetic. Bullying reaches a whole different level.

I remember being a kid and dealing with bullies.. trying to be the tough guy of the group and bossing everyone around.. We were the quiet kids on our street and we have had our share of fights but if never came to a point to draw blood. Parents were upset, abhorred at what was done, but we moved past it.

I remember an incident where my brother and I were taunted and sprayed with water from a super soaker.. Grass clumps were thrown at us from the kids in our neighborhood. We broke one of the super soakers after an altercation with one of the kids after we told them to stop. I mean how hard is it to quit after someone repeatedly asks you to stop? And who throws grass clumps (like you pulled a patch of grass out of the ground – type grass clump)?

Or another incident where the bigger kids (two brothers) were bossing everyone around at the school bus stop. Picking on everyone and shouting racial slurs.. (we were in Silverdale at the time and the neighborhood in which we lived was predominantly white, and Filipino families were starting to take residence..) We got tired of it.. the pushing, name calling, berating had to stop.. My brother and I got into a fight with those two brothers at the bus stop.. Over the dirt mounds, gravel, ditches, wood piles.. we fought and threw blows… My grandfather saw what was happening and came down to the bus stop. My parents caught wind of it.. they duked it out with the other parents and those parents were ashamed ofย  their kids actions. My parents weren’t too thrilled with our decision either but we moved past it..

In the end – what we fought about was simple.. exerting power of another because they feel the need and because they can. Its not acceptable. Its pathetic. Back then it was about toys, standing in line, sitting in the back of the bus (because it was cool).We never really came to blows.. It took a lot to get there.. we would talk some ish sure.. but for the most part we worked it out without resorting to violence.

But nowadays, bullying has taken on a whole new level. Kids fight about electronics, how they speak, what they wear.. To exert control over others through violence… beating up others like its no big deal.. If there is a problem work it out.. there has got to be another way without drawing blood.. and really??? 7 kids against 1? You’ve got to be kidding me. REGARDLESS of what the back story was or what that 1 guy may have did, it didn’t call for 7 guys beating his ass in a back alley and some IDIOT videotaping it. Shameful, pathetic cowards.

There is no honor in fighting. There is no dignity in bullying. Get over yourselves kids.. pick up a book, go do something productive. Stop being useless and do something with your life.

To those 7, Karma is a snatch. For every action there is an equal and opposite REaction. Just saying.

Fails of the Day

First Fail – Unaware autmobile enthusiast destroyer.

Normally I can appreciate cars with the sleek styles and awesome candy coat paint jobs.. but sometimes I have to smh at what people are doing to their rides. If it impedes the purpose of the car – its just kinda stupid to me.

Case and point – Mr. Scraper here. Sorry the car just looks absolutely STUPID! I don’t even know how else to put it.

Second fail – Me.

I love nail polish.. anything to make the female form different – I am all for.. Seester scored me some awesome colors from Opi, and my dumb ass pulled something out of a bag incorrectly and the bottle hit the table hard enough that it cracked and the turquoise glorious-ness spilled all over.. ๐Ÿ˜ฆ WAAAAAH! fack!