This post is somewhat ironic, because I came here to bitch about passive-aggressive behaviour via the most passive-aggressive forum known to mankind - the Blog.
Blogs are the perfect fodder for Passive-Aggressive people. The internet is full of the ravings of angry (*cough* bitchy *cough*) people who like to complain rather than confront. This realization has taken the edge off of the irrirtation I feel at being confronted by this type of person. I'm actually kinda laughing right now.
The blog - free therapy for the bitchy amongst us. Well, that and Facebook status updates. That is a bitch session for another day.
Friday, October 15, 2010
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Oom Pah Pah
Is there anything better than an Oom Pah Pah band? I don’t think so, unless it’s an Oom Pah Pah band and a large tent full of people all drinking beer and doing the polka! Yes folks, it’s time for Oktoberfest! And to celebrate, I’m heading to Kitchener-Waterloo for the biggest and best Oktoberfest outside of Munich. My locale of choice? The Concordia Club, of course!
I just did the math, and I have been going to Family Day at the Concordia Club on Thanksgiving Sunday for the last 24 years. Not only does that make me very, very old, it makes me very, very predictable.
Oh sure, there have been a few years that I’ve missed, for one reason or another (living on the other side of the continent for 6+ years did somewhat affect my attendance), but it’s still a constant in my life, as are the friends that have this has a tradition as well. While new friends are always welcome and encouraged, it’s great to know that there are certain people you are bound to see at least once a year. And their parents. And their children, all now adorably clad in wee leiderhosen.
The experience has changed over the years. In University, the coal was to get there early, stay there late, and drink as much as humanely possible. I believe these antics are part of the reason the Concordia Club now closes its doors at 7pm on this infamous day (I’m not sure what time they closed previously – I rarely made it past midnight, although that was still an impressive 12 hour span). There are fewer drunk people there now; it’s much more family-oriented. Which fits perfectly for me and my young family. My daughter already appreciates the accordion far more than I did at her age, and can dance a mean polka.
But I plan on raising quite a few glasses with my friends to toast this ongoing and wonderful occasion. Prosit!
I just did the math, and I have been going to Family Day at the Concordia Club on Thanksgiving Sunday for the last 24 years. Not only does that make me very, very old, it makes me very, very predictable.
Oh sure, there have been a few years that I’ve missed, for one reason or another (living on the other side of the continent for 6+ years did somewhat affect my attendance), but it’s still a constant in my life, as are the friends that have this has a tradition as well. While new friends are always welcome and encouraged, it’s great to know that there are certain people you are bound to see at least once a year. And their parents. And their children, all now adorably clad in wee leiderhosen.
The experience has changed over the years. In University, the coal was to get there early, stay there late, and drink as much as humanely possible. I believe these antics are part of the reason the Concordia Club now closes its doors at 7pm on this infamous day (I’m not sure what time they closed previously – I rarely made it past midnight, although that was still an impressive 12 hour span). There are fewer drunk people there now; it’s much more family-oriented. Which fits perfectly for me and my young family. My daughter already appreciates the accordion far more than I did at her age, and can dance a mean polka.
But I plan on raising quite a few glasses with my friends to toast this ongoing and wonderful occasion. Prosit!
Monday, September 27, 2010
So retarded...
I hate the word “retarded” when it’s used to insult someone.
In this age of political correctness, I know people are tired of all these “special interest groups” who insist on exchanging common word usage for PC lingo: He’s not a ‘janitor’, he’s a ‘sanitation engineer’. She’s not ‘chairman of the board’, she’s ‘chairperson of the board’. Ugh. I hate it too, I really do
But I draw the line at calling someone retarded. Because retarded is actually a medical diagnosis. My sister is mentally retarded, as a result of cerebral palsy. So when I hear people tossing out the phrase “Oh, he’s retarded” as an insult, it gets my back up. My sister IS retarded.... so just what are you saying when you use it as an insult? I try not to let it get to me, but it does. Seriously, there are so many excellent insults out there..... why take the easy way out and use a word that can cause so much pain to so many? Here’s just a few:
• His elevator doesn't reach the top floor
• He checked out of Hotel Brainy years ago
• If he was any more stupid he would photosynthesise in sunlight
• He's ten cents short of a dollar
• She's a macaroni salad short of a picnic
• He's got a rip in his marbles bag
• She hasn't got both hands on the steering wheel
• When you look in his eyes you can see that there is no one driving
• Lights on, door open, no one at home
I could go on and on.
The double-standard here is I use the words “crazy” and “psycho” to insult people. And that must hurt people who suffer from mental issues just as much as retarded hurts me. I’m working on it. I hope you do too.
In this age of political correctness, I know people are tired of all these “special interest groups” who insist on exchanging common word usage for PC lingo: He’s not a ‘janitor’, he’s a ‘sanitation engineer’. She’s not ‘chairman of the board’, she’s ‘chairperson of the board’. Ugh. I hate it too, I really do
But I draw the line at calling someone retarded. Because retarded is actually a medical diagnosis. My sister is mentally retarded, as a result of cerebral palsy. So when I hear people tossing out the phrase “Oh, he’s retarded” as an insult, it gets my back up. My sister IS retarded.... so just what are you saying when you use it as an insult? I try not to let it get to me, but it does. Seriously, there are so many excellent insults out there..... why take the easy way out and use a word that can cause so much pain to so many? Here’s just a few:
• His elevator doesn't reach the top floor
• He checked out of Hotel Brainy years ago
• If he was any more stupid he would photosynthesise in sunlight
• He's ten cents short of a dollar
• She's a macaroni salad short of a picnic
• He's got a rip in his marbles bag
• She hasn't got both hands on the steering wheel
• When you look in his eyes you can see that there is no one driving
• Lights on, door open, no one at home
I could go on and on.
The double-standard here is I use the words “crazy” and “psycho” to insult people. And that must hurt people who suffer from mental issues just as much as retarded hurts me. I’m working on it. I hope you do too.
Monday, September 13, 2010
What Happens in Vegas......
Well, after months and months and months, it’s finally here. I’m going to Vegas this week!
It’s an extra special trip, because not only will I be relaxing poolside with margaritas, playing Blackjack at night and generally having a good time sans child, I’ll be doing it with 5 of my most favourite people who I’ve never met (ok, I met one of them once for an hour at a McDonalds in Florida, but that was not nearly enough time).
You see, I’ve got a group of ladies I met online when we were all pregnant with a May 2007 baby. And somehow, a large number of us have managed to stay together, through the ups and downs of “real” life. These ladies have literally saved my sanity, helped me raise an awesome child, listened to me when I was down, cheered along with me when I was up, and basically been there no matter what.
No question or comment about poop, vomit, sore breasts, stretch marks, losing weight (moms), gaining weight (children), ridiculous outfits, appropriate restaurant etiquette and insane MILs is ever greeted with anything other than sympathy/laughter/wisdom.
The only bad thing about this trip is how many of us couldn’t make it.
Love you all!!!
It’s an extra special trip, because not only will I be relaxing poolside with margaritas, playing Blackjack at night and generally having a good time sans child, I’ll be doing it with 5 of my most favourite people who I’ve never met (ok, I met one of them once for an hour at a McDonalds in Florida, but that was not nearly enough time).
You see, I’ve got a group of ladies I met online when we were all pregnant with a May 2007 baby. And somehow, a large number of us have managed to stay together, through the ups and downs of “real” life. These ladies have literally saved my sanity, helped me raise an awesome child, listened to me when I was down, cheered along with me when I was up, and basically been there no matter what.
No question or comment about poop, vomit, sore breasts, stretch marks, losing weight (moms), gaining weight (children), ridiculous outfits, appropriate restaurant etiquette and insane MILs is ever greeted with anything other than sympathy/laughter/wisdom.
The only bad thing about this trip is how many of us couldn’t make it.
Love you all!!!
Friday, September 3, 2010
Long Weekend!
Hooray! I hope everyone has an amazing one! I took a long weekend last weekend and got some glorious cottage weather! With the forecast for this weekend in hand, I'm planning on a lot of indoor stuff: cleaning, laundry and computer work.
Life seems so much sweeter with an extra day to work, although not go to work.
Everyone be safe and have fun!
Life seems so much sweeter with an extra day to work, although not go to work.
Everyone be safe and have fun!
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
A Pox on You
I never seem to run out of topics to bitch about, but I do run out of time. I initially thought I’d be blogging on a daily (if not hourly!) basis, but my reality is, I’m busy. Maybe it’s because it’s summertime, and I’m filling every spare moment with some fun activity. Or perhaps I’m just lazy. A. would vote for the latter, I’m sure.
Speaking of A., you have to feel badly for the poor guy. For whatever reason, that man seems to catch every single disease that goes around daycare. Even diseases that R. herself doesn’t catch! He’s had Hand, Foot and Mouth, Pink Eye, Roseola, every flu and just recently? Chicken Pox. Have you ever seen a middle-aged man with a case of the Pox? Not pretty. And the whining..... oy vey.
And now, just as his spots have started to scab over, he’s come down with a case of pink eye. I think I’m going to start calling him Typhoid Mary. Except I’m afraid he’d really come down with that too.
Speaking of A., you have to feel badly for the poor guy. For whatever reason, that man seems to catch every single disease that goes around daycare. Even diseases that R. herself doesn’t catch! He’s had Hand, Foot and Mouth, Pink Eye, Roseola, every flu and just recently? Chicken Pox. Have you ever seen a middle-aged man with a case of the Pox? Not pretty. And the whining..... oy vey.
And now, just as his spots have started to scab over, he’s come down with a case of pink eye. I think I’m going to start calling him Typhoid Mary. Except I’m afraid he’d really come down with that too.
Monday, August 16, 2010
Air Canada Blows
I hate Air Canada.
I have Aeroplan points. An awful lot of them. Because, like a fool, I believed collecting these points would allow me to travel for free whenever my little heart desired, as long as I planned somewhat in advance. Ha.
Collecting the points is easy. I had my credit card linked to my Aeroplan card, and every dollar I spent gave me an air mile. Cool, eh? Except actually booking a flight is next to impossible unless you book 1.5 years in advance, or you’re trying to fly to Iowa. Lots of available flights to Iowa.
I have been attempting to book a weekend flight to Vegas in September since March. MARCH. I gave these weasels 6 months notice of my plans, and do you think I can book a regular 25,000 point flight? Of course not. However, if I want to book using the “Specialty” flight options, I can pay 121,000 points and get there whenever I want.
Let’s say that again. There ARE seats available. I just have to use almost 5 times the points I *should* have to use in order to get them. Right. Because that makes fiscal sense.
And Air Canada wonders why more and more of us are willing to drive to Buffalo. And they probably also wonder why I cancelled my credit card and got one that just gave me money back instead.
This is why I’m bitchy.
I have Aeroplan points. An awful lot of them. Because, like a fool, I believed collecting these points would allow me to travel for free whenever my little heart desired, as long as I planned somewhat in advance. Ha.
Collecting the points is easy. I had my credit card linked to my Aeroplan card, and every dollar I spent gave me an air mile. Cool, eh? Except actually booking a flight is next to impossible unless you book 1.5 years in advance, or you’re trying to fly to Iowa. Lots of available flights to Iowa.
I have been attempting to book a weekend flight to Vegas in September since March. MARCH. I gave these weasels 6 months notice of my plans, and do you think I can book a regular 25,000 point flight? Of course not. However, if I want to book using the “Specialty” flight options, I can pay 121,000 points and get there whenever I want.
Let’s say that again. There ARE seats available. I just have to use almost 5 times the points I *should* have to use in order to get them. Right. Because that makes fiscal sense.
And Air Canada wonders why more and more of us are willing to drive to Buffalo. And they probably also wonder why I cancelled my credit card and got one that just gave me money back instead.
This is why I’m bitchy.
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