Ignorance Is Not So Bliss

By Jenn on Monday, August 23, 2010
Filled Under: Baby, Rant, Shopping

What I thought was going to be a peaceful drama free day has been anything but, and it’s only noon.  This morning my grandpa called me wanting to know if I would ride to the grocery store with him.  My grandma isn’t feeling too well, and he wanted to get her some chicken soup and ginger ale.  I would have gone to the store for him if I had the truck, but since I’m vehicle-less I agreed to ride with him…with the baby in tow since I didn’t want to leave her with my sick grandma.

Ellie and I headed into the store while my grandpa sat in the car waiting for us.  I don’t think he’s been in a grocery store in years as he always sits in the car while my aunt and grandma shop.  I thought this would be a quick in and out, but it turned into anything but.

I grabbed the stuff my grandma needed then headed to the baby isle to grab a canister of Ellie’s favorite snacks.  As we headed to checkout we had to pass through the pharmacy section where a mother and teenage daughter were standing, obviously arguing as the mother was flailing her arms around. She must have seen me coming down the isle with Ellie in the buggy because as we approached her she began pointing at us and telling her daughter “that’s why!  Because I don’t want you to be a teenager mother like her!”

As I wasn’t exactly trying to eavesdrop on the conversation it took me a minute to realize what the woman had just said and that she was in fact talking about me. I immediately turned my buggy around and said “excuse me?  Did you just refer to me as a teenager mother?”  For an instant I was flattered that she thought I looked young enough to be a teenager, but that instant quickly passed as I began to feel offended.

The woman scowled at me and told me to mind my own business to which I replied I was minding my own business until she decided to blatantly speak about me in that way.  She replied that she was sorry, and being a teen mother must be hard, but she was just trying to explain to her daughter exactly why she doesn’t agree with her getting birth control pills.  The daughter was beside her saying “Mom, I am 18 years old.  If I want the pill I will get the pill.”

Yet again the mother turned to her daughter and said “Why?  So you can be like her?” I was extremely offended, and I probably turned every shade of steaming red as I informed her I was not a teenage mother, I am in fact a 28 year old married woman, and if I were a teenage mother she would have absolutely no right to judge me just as she was doing. A teenager who finds herself pregnant has enough to deal with without someone being so judgmental.

She replied that teen pregnancy is completely wrong, and I replied that she had no right to judge anyone, and she so obviously wrongly judged me.  I felt like I was talking to my own mother as she used to act the same way when it came to teaching her daughters about sex.  She would drill into our heads that she would not allow us to be on the pill because that would “make you have sex” as if taking a pill controlled your mind and body into doing the dirty deed.  Anytime either one of us felt the slightest bit sick we were always accused of being pregnant.  The flashback combined with this woman’s comments were enough to put me in a bad mood for awhile.

Ellie was beginning to get fussy from sitting in the buggy, and I was done with dealing with this mess. I turned to the daughter, gave her props her for doing the right thing and taking the steps to prevent an unwanted pregnancy if she does decide to have sex, and then I pushed the buggy on down to the end of the isle and towards the register.  The mother must have been in a bit of shock because she waited until I made it to the register and began checking out before she marched to the end of the isle and yelled at me to “take back what you said to her right this minute!”

The girl checking me out ask if everything was okay, and I replied that I didn’t know the woman, and she must have activated her act like a child button this morning.  As I paid for my groceries and pushed the buggy out the door the woman was still yelling and having a hissy fit.  Talk about being an example for your daughter!  She definitely succeeded in showing her daughter that a grown woman can still act like a child, and in thoroughly offending me, but I seriously doubt she succeeded in the birth control battle.

I definitely know what approach I won’t use when it’s time to have the sex talk with Ellie.  I won’t make a fool out of myself in the middle of the grocery store!

Why I Will Never Shop At Advance Auto In Central, SC Again

By Jenn on Sunday, July 18, 2010
Filled Under: Rant, Shopping

Yep, that’s what I said. I will never shop at Advance Auto in Central, SC again. The customer service tonight was absolutely the most horrible customer service I’ve ever experienced at any Advance Auto location.

Hubby and I headed in tonight to get a few things for the Blazer. We need rear brake pads, and Hubby is going to do an oil change tomorrow, so we needed oil and a filter. I’m also wanting a seat cover to go in the back seat, so I went off to look at seat covers while Hubby grabbed the oil. Hubby headed up to the front counter to get the rest of the stuff he needed, and after a few minutes I joined him.

There were a total of three people in the store at this time including the two of us. One clerk was ringing up the other guy, so another guy came over to help us. He started ringing up the oil, and gave Hubby a total before Hubby could even get it out of his mouth that he needed more. Hubby said that wasn’t all, and the guy said, “You’ll have to pay for this first then because you didn’t tell me that. I can’t look up the parts until this order is finished.”

I told him to clear the order out then, and look up the parts. There was no reason for us to have to pay for our order in separate parts when he didn’t even ask if that would be all for us. He fumbled around for a couple minutes like he was clearing it out, then he said “Are you going to pay for this or not?” Hubby repeated what I had just said, and he looked at us like we were stupid before finally clearing the purchase to start over.

Hubby started telling him what we needed, a Fram oil filter for a 2002 Chevy Blazer 2WD (which does matter because the oil filters are different sizes), and a set of rear brake pads for the same vehicle. The guy just stood there staring off into space, so Hubby repeated himself. “I need an oil filter for a 2002 Chevrolet Blazer.”

The guy finally started looking it up, but he didn’t even choose the right vehicle. He chose a 2002 Chevy Tahoe. Hubby repeated that it was for a Blazer. When the guy finally found the right vehicle he said “what were you needing again?” Hubby repeated that he needed an oil filter.

From where I was standing I could see the screen as the guy was looking things up. When searching for the oil filter he chose the ignition section. I pointed out that the oil filter would be in the filters or tune up section. After standing there for another 5 minutes watching this guy squint at the screen so hard I thought for sure I should tell him to go pick up some prevera on his way home one thing became very obvious. Not only did this guy know nothing about car parts, but he apparently didn’t even know how to do his job.

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A Big Ball Of Frazzle

By Jenn on Thursday, July 8, 2010
Filled Under: Family & Friends, Personal, Rant

This is one of those weeks when I’ve stayed in a constantly frazzled state. It seems like anything that could go wrong this week.

It doesn’t help that the little one is popping through another tooth, so she’s constantly fussy and refusing to sleep. 15 minute naps seem to be the norm this week, and she’s yet again waking up every 30 minutes at night. Plus Hubby and I have been arguing practically all week. I won’t go into details, but it’s become a very exhausting fight that doesn’t seem to want to end anytime in the near future. Neither is willing to give in at this point, and there is no compromise in this situation.

Add to it the fact that my Mom is driving me insane, and I’m one big pot of pent up anger, stress, and exhaustion right now. My face has erupted into a field of pimples that even the best acne treatments won’t fix, and I’ve had hives on my arms for 2 days now.

During what little bit of sleep I’ve had this week I find myself drifting off into dreams of a vacation without Hubby and the little one. Just one day…that’s all I need, but I know it’s all just a dream.

And to the person who keeps telling Hubby that I should get out and get a job because I’m choosing to be a SAHM because I’m lazy…I have a few choice words I’d like to share with you as well. I’ll be nice and keep my language to myself for now, but I’d like for you to spend just one day doing my job. I don’t care how many hours a week you work or how much money you make sitting at your little desk all week.

I’ll gladly hand over my daily to do list that includes cleaning, cooking, and trying to remember to do laundry so I have at least one clean shirt to wear that’s not covered in baby food, poop, or spit up all while constantly keeping an 8 month old occupied (a full time job in itself), making sure she’s fed, changing her diaper and clothes (every time she poops up her back right now during the teething with diarrhea phase), rocking her for hours because she doesn’t feel well…and the list goes on. All the while I have to try to find at least 10 minutes to relax for a minute, but I can’t because I have work to do because I do have a job that pays money…a job I hardly have time for most days, and I have to choose between working and catching a few minutes of sleep.

People who claim stay at home moms are just lazy really tick me off. Those are the people who will never feel the exhaustion and the joy of caring for a child 24/7. SAHMs don’t get a day off. We work 365 days a year. We’re lucky if we can remember the last time we had a shower, and we learn to run off less sleep than you’d think is humanly possible. We may not receive a paycheck at the end of each week, but the hugs, kisses, smiles, giggles, and milestones we see everyday are way more rewarding than any amount of money will ever be. Having a real job would be a vacation to me, but it’s not a vacation I want to take. I wouldn’t give up my overly exhausting non paying job for the world.

Buitoni Shrimp & Lobster Ravioli Wasn’t Shrimp & Lobster

By Jenn on Thursday, June 24, 2010
Filled Under: Rant, Reviews

Last night I purchased a Buitoni Shrimp & Lobster Ravioli with Garlic Butter Sauce meal for Hubby and I to try.  I had planned to write a review of this meal as it says it’s quick and easy to prepare in 5 minutes.  It comes with a bag of pasta, and a bag of sauce.  The kit is supposed to be a “complete dinner for two”.

For a mom like me quick and easy is great, especially if the meal tastes great as well.  Hubby’s Italian gene has him wanting to eat Italian as much as possible, so I thought the Buitoni meals might be as close to the real thing as I could get without having to make it myself.

The prep and cooking were super easy.  You just drop the bag of sauce into 4 qts of water, cover, and bring to a rolling boil.  In a separate pan bring water to boiling, add the ravioli, and gently boil uncovered for 5 minutes or until tender.

Dinner was on the table in 5 minutes, and we were sitting down ready to chow down.  Hubby asked that the sauce be kept separate instead of adding it to the ravioli so that he could control how much sauce he put on his.  He added his sauce, and took a bite.  With a weird look on his face he said “this does NOT taste like shrimp and lobster.”

I took a bite, and sure enough it didn’t taste like shrimp and lobster at all.  In fact it tasted just like sausage. I cut open a piece of ravioli, and what I found inside was definitely not “lobster, shrimp, and custom Impastata Ricotta cheese.”  It was definitely sausage. Read more…