Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Things I’m Not Thankful For

A Mother Life

At this time of year on Facebook, many of my friends decide to take the 30 Day Gratitude Challenge, which has its own website and everything. The point of the challenge is to spend an entire month being grateful for a different thing each day. It kind of drags out the point of Thanksgiving, which is cool and all, I’m not against it, I’m totally into giving thanks for stuff.  It’s just that, the way things have been going lately, I’m pretty sure that, if I start being publicly grateful, the Universe will hear and yank it all away again.

So, I’m flying under the radar with this anti-gratitude list.

Image by André Karwath
My glass is half empty, AND IT'S POISONED.

My Furnace Keeps Breaking

This morning, I had my furnace fixed for like, the third time this winter, and it’s not even properly winter yet. Every time the repairmen come out and get it to work, it breaks down again like, two days later. The ups and downs are really wearing on my nerves. I get all excited about having heat, only to be disappointed again. It’s warm, it’s cold, it’s like being in a bad relationship.

Facial Hair

I have a mustache. I can’t show you a picture or anything, cause I waxed it off for like the umpteenth time right before having the great idea to write this blog post. That’s okay, you don’t need to see it. If there’s one thing a lady deserves to hide from the world, it’s her mustache.

Also her boobs and stuff.

Let me just say that lady mustaches are a pain in the ass because you have to wait for them to grow back out before you can remove them again. Also, there’s always that hair that won’t come out on the wax strip, so you have to tweeze it out, except it’s so firmly rooted in your inappropriate face follicle that it’s like pulling up a small tree, or something, and your whole lip kinda lifts up when you tug on it.

Internet Stalkers

Anyone who blogs or has any other type of creative life online, or tweets a lot, is going to pick up some stalkers. I can’t say too much, because they’re watching.

In Real Life Stalkers

These are infinitely worse than Internet stalkers, because they’re right behind you, right now. I often get what I like to refer to as “mildly stalked” by guys who think that following me is the definition of romance. It is not. I’ve also been scary-psycho-stalked, which perhaps makes the other kind less appealing.

Irritating Relatives

If only I could block them from my life as easily as I can block them from Facebook.

Cat Box Scooping

I know nobody likes cat box scooping, least of all those who don’t own cats. But seriously, this cat I’ve got poops like four times more than he has any right too. I know he’s a growing kitten and all, but he squeezes out his WEIGHT in freakin’ turds like, every day. And then when I try to remove them, he freaks out and gets all “WHAT ARE YOU DOING THOSE ARE MY TURDS DON’T TAKE MY TURDS I NEED THEM!!!”

What he thinks he's saving them for, I don't wanna know.

Hipsters

Y’all are assholes, come off it.

Leftover Halloween Candy

As you can see, I’m down to the citrus-flavored Tootsie rolls and weird, flavorless gum drops. I don’t know whose idea it was to turn lemon and lime into candy flavors, but it was a bad one.  

At least the cat seems into it.



12 comments:

  1. Pregnancy solved my litter scooping problem (I'm not supposed to do it so I make hubby now), but unfortunately it's also produced a disturbing amount of facial hair. I particularly hate the one that grows on my chin - in a place where I can't really see it until it's about an inch long. Yuck. On the upside pregnancy will end, and the facial hair will go away... on the down side, pregnancy will end, and it'll be back to litterbox scooping.

    No, scratch that. I'll take litter box scooping any day. That's what I'm really not grateful for - pregnancy. The miracle of life blah blah blah. You know what would actually be a freaking miracle? If pregnancy didn't have to be so undignified, uncomfortable, horrific and painful!

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    1. I wish I had something to blame my facial hair on. :P

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  2. Marjorie you love me and I'm a hipster.

    I'd eat those dots.

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    1. Yeah but you're not an asshole about it. You can have the dots.

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  3. I'll take the orange tootsie rolls, those are the best :-)

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  4. I don't think those Dots are actually food, and people should stop trying to eat them.

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  5. BEST.LIST.EVER.
    Thanks for making me laugh in an otherwise dreary day :) And for continually being my hooker :)

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  6. I'm kinda tired of being grateful for everything right now. Laughed. xoxo Visiting from the Hump Day Hook Up. For the first time, I think. But I think we may have met in a previous life. Jane

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