Everyday Randomness

Holey Moley

Here lately my Hubby has a major problem with socks. He can never find any. Why? He’s super picky, and he’ll only wear one specific type of socks, Hanes® Men’s Big & Tall Cushion Crew.   The line has to run across the toe a certain way, they have to fit a certain way, there can’t be any spandex in the material or his feet feel slimy, blah blah blah.

Now, these socks come in a pack of 6 for about $12, and lately I find myself buying 2 new packs of socks every couple weeks. It’s not that the socks get lost or the dryer eats them. I do at least 1 load of laundry every single day, and I’m continuously throwing away socks. His brand new socks that he’s worn ONE time will be laying on the top of the pile with holes! I seriously don’t get it. How does he destroy a pair of socks after 1 use? It’s almost as if he’s riding the bike down the road in his socks dragging his feet on the ground! If only it were that simple to figure out.

I’ve tried buying his socks a size bigger, and that didn’t help. I’ve tried sneaking in a different brand, but he KNOWS. He won’t touch them. Saturday I went through every sock in the house, and I threw all his away. I bought 2 more new packs of socks Saturday night, and I also picked up a new pair of work boots hoping that might solve the problem.

It didn’t. I’ve thrown away 3 worn once pair of socks already this week for holes. I’m not talking about a small hole here or there. I’m talking about the entire bottom of his toes is ripped out. How the heck is he doing this?

Anyone have any suggestions on how to put a stop to this? I’m sick of dropping $24 every 2 weeks on new socks!

Taco Hell Drama

I can finally say my headache is gone. I just hope it stays that way. I didn’t feel like cooking with a killer headache, so I asked Hubby if he would mind riding to town to pick something up. Then I suddenly got a craving for Taco Hell Bell and decided riding with him might make me feel better.

When we got in line at the drive-thru we ended up behind one of those people I want to drag out of their car and strangle after beating them unconscious.

This woman was not only in the drive-thru placing orders for god only knows how many people, she wanted them all as separate orders. We could hear every word the drive-thru chick was saying because they keep their speaker ungodly loud.

The woman in front of us said she had multiple orders. By the time she was done with her 4th order, headed to her 5th, the drive-thru chick told her she couldn’t place anymore separate ones and would have to add everything else as a final order. The Weird Al Yankovic- Trapped In The Drive-Thru song started running through my head!

15 minutes later she was done ordering, and her bill came up to $104.39…AT TACO HELL! I know their prices aren’t exactly cheap, but that’s a shit load of food. I can’t stand when someone goes through the drive-thru and places an order like that. Why? Because the drive-thru is supposed to be the fast route. If you’re going to order food for everybody in your freakin’ office/family/neighborhood go inside to do it.

We were ready to pull off 5 minutes into her order, but we were stuck. Taco Bell’s drive-thru is lined with bushes, so you can’t go around. We couldn’t back up because there was a line of cars behind us. Our only option was to wait and pull through.

When we finally made it to the window I was already pissed, but the drive-thru chick just made it worse. Instead of asking us if she could take our order she asked us to “wait a few minutes because we just had a huge order in front of you. We’re kind of shut down in here until it’s out of the way.” By that time Hubby was ranting and raving.

People behind us were starting to back out of the drive-thru lane one at a time, but the guy behind us refused to budge. Apparently he doesn’t mind sitting in the drive-thru for 30 minutes BEFORE he orders because we ended up stuck there for 25 minutes before we could even place our order. We still couldn’t pull forward to leave because the woman with the huge order was sitting at the window blocking us. Hubby didn’t want to give them any of our business, but I was starving. After sitting there that long I didn’t want to sit somewhere else even longer before getting my food.

I eventually ended up with a Mexican pizza (and the shells were stale) and one of those Mango Strawberry Frutista Freezes. The Freeze thing was really good, and it ended up being what cured my headache. I gave myself a brain freeze, and suddenly my headache was gone!

I ended up coming home, calling Taco Bell to complain, and making myself a sandwich. I sure a hell wasn’t going back up there to fix the stale food after waiting that long, but I can promise you I won’t be going there again.

Go Away Already

I’m more than a little bit pissy tonight. I tried to go to sleep, but my Mama always taught me never to go to bed pissed off. For those of you that remember the so called friend that lived with us awhile, he’s back. For those of you who don’t know about him, you can read all you need to know throughout this blog.

If you don’t want to read through all that, here’s the short version.

This guy has been friend’s with hubby for many years. Hubby and I felt sorry for him about a year ago, and we gave him a place to live while he was down on his luck. He ended up doing nothing but taking advantage of us. He’s 28 years old, lives with his mom, has no car, and blows his paycheck every week. All he does is whine about how he has no money, how he gives his money to his mom to pay her bills (she quit her job and lives off her son), and how he can’t find a girlfriend. It’s his own fault, and I’m not cleaning up his mess or feeling sorry for him because he doesn’t want to grow up. He dated my sister for 2 years, and she dumped him because he wouldn’t stop whining, kick his drug habit he lied to her about, grow up, and take responsibility for his own actions.

So, what’s the newest problem with loser boy there? He still works with Hubby, so he carpools with Hubby everyday. Since he blows his cash instead of saving for a car, his mom makes the 20 mile drive to drop him off at our house every morning so she doesn’t have to drive him another 30 miles past our house and up the mountain to NC.

His mom decided to take off to the beach with her boyfriend today, so loser boy is stuck at home all alone with no car and no one to whine to. He called us wanting to know if he found a friend to give him a ride if he could hang out over here tonight. Dude waited until 11pm to call. Hubby told him no, he was going to bed. At midnight I heard a car pull in the driveway and a car door slam. I was hoping I was just hearing someone next door, but then came the knock at the door. It was loser boy showing up at our house even though Hubby told him not to come over.

He came inside and started whining about how he has no way to get to work tomorrow, doesn’t want to lose his job, and he just needs to stay here so he can get to work tomorrow. He didn’t really give us much of an option since he had someone drop him off.

I just can’t feel sorry for the guy. I know he doesn’t have a way to get to work tomorrow without staying here, but that’s not our fault. He’s been saying he was going to save up and buy a car for EIGHT YEARS! I mean seriously, grow up already and do something about it.

I KNOW how much money he makes. Hubby is technically his boss. I also know that half his paycheck goes straight up his nose. I don’t want someone like that in my house. He lies about it, swears he’s been clean for a couple years, but I’ve flat out busted him before doing it in my house. Stop telling me your clean when I’ve heard you in the bathroom snorting it, I’ve found baggies in my couch after you left, etc. Don’t bring that shit in my house or anywhere around me! Get the help you need!

It pisses me off that he shows up here after we tell him not to, and it pisses me off even more that he’s even so worried all of a sudden about his job and getting to work. Why? Because he laid out of work Friday and Today. He was probably too geeked up both days to show up for work. It pisses me off that 3 days last week Hubby (and 2 other people who carpool with them) were late for work because loser boy didn’t show up on time. He knows he’s supposed to be here by 6:50am every morning. Don’t start texting Hubby at 6:50 to tell him you’re 5 minutes away when you’re really just leaving your house 20 miles away!

I’m going to sit Hubby down tomorrow and have a long talk yet again about this guy. He’s going home straight after work if I have to take him home myself. I don’t want him in or around my house anymore, and I don’t care what I have to do to make that happen.

I Need To Scream

If I were a junky, you’d probably be looking for addiction treatment right now.  I’m so stressed out I’d probably be taking or smoking everything I could get my hands on.  Hell I’ve already smoked almost a half a pack of cigs, and I’ve only been awake for 3 hours.  I hate dealerships.  I hate dealing with them, and I hate how crooked they are.  I’m tired of them trying to screw me just because I’m a woman!  Hell I can haggle with them better than Hubby can.

Ugh.

I think I’m going to go outside to scream.