I hate that my first post of the year is a bit of a rant, but I do have a question I could use an answer to, and that will come in a story below. And I promise to include something sweet and sunshiny.
-Just in case anyone thought infertility only affects the woman in a marriage, let me describe to you a scene from Jon’s work the other day: a co-worker of his asks Jon if we have any children. Jon says no. That’s when Jackass McEvil says “Why? Isn’t everything working right down there?”. Jon just said we don’t want any kids right now. Which of course is the farthest thing from the truth, but Jon’s not a big talker. Why don’t people think? Why do people thoughtlessly say the most hurtful things? I have half a mind to march right in there and bless that man out while squeezing the life out of his “down there”.
-The other day in Target I was wearing for the first time my after-Christmas clearance sale find (the most perfect black pants for a mere $7.90 marked down from $40). My Mom picked up a bottle of cleaner to put in the buggy when the bottom dropped right off and exploded on the floor. Apparently someone, people, aliens?, had loosend the tops of all the bottles of cleaner in that section, hoping for this type of thing to happen I guess. The cleaner splashed over my cute little shoes and yep, you guessed it, my fabulous pants. Oh, did I mention this was cleaner with bleach? Now I love Target almost as much as my own Grandmother, but I was mightily disappointed when the customer service people just stared back at us blankly while we explained the situation, me standing there with one leg dripping with water after trying to rinse the bleach off before it did any damage. We were quite the scene in the bathroom, me barefoot with one leg in the sink, my mom rinsing my pants, my sister in charge of my shoes. We were too late. The shoes are ok, but my pants aren’t. Had these pants cost more than $7.90 I would have been filling out claim forms, but it just wasn’t worth it. There’s a butterfly-ish looking bleach stain at the bottom of one leg. Any suggestions?
-I don’t know if I’ve mentioned lately how much I love living in a state where fireworks are legal, but let me just say that it is so cool to be able to watch the ball drop on tv then run out to the deck and watch a very impressive fireworks show courtesy of your neighbor across the pond. They must have dropped a pretty penny because we’re talking big, colorful starbursts in a show that lasted a good 10 minutes. Afterwards we exchanged Happy New Year yells across the pond and we included a yelled Thanks for the show. Man I love small town living!
Bless Your Heart 
7 responses to “Where I pull a Britney in the Target Restroom”
I can’t really give you an answer other than a lot of people are just stupid jerks, especially coworkers. I work with a few jerks, so I know how annoying they can be (shortly after I was married, the office moron told me that I’d start packing on the pounds now that I was no longer “on the market”…did I ever want to clobber him!). I so want that bumper sticker that says “Stupid people suck!”
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What a jerk! Oh, you could cut off the pants and make a cute pair of capris for the cruise…..3 days til I see you!
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I hope you do squeeze the coworker’s down there regions. What a thing to say! What is it there business? I swear people have nooooooo consideration for others. Ahole!
And I too like Target shopping but people also have no work ethic anylonger. Sorry about your pants! You think dying it would work?
Sometimes I wished I lived in a small town the fireworks seemed neat!
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Jon handled that nicely! Bravo! Keep your humor, Shanny-girl! You don’t deserve such thoughtlessness, but sometimes, people think they’re being funny. Unfortunately, [sometimes I am of that population] there are lots of idiots and I hate the thought that every time one of them pops up, they’re going to steal a piece of you–they don’t deserve it! Let someone else give them “cracks!” (Local style, we say “cracks” to mean couple punches…literally or figuratively*:)
Ps…make capri pants!
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I wouldn’t go within 10 feet of that man’s goodies. Agreement, good for Jon; you know how tiny he would have felt if Jon had told him.
You are so good for not saying you paid the original $40 for those pants too. I think that might have crossed my mind. You know how hard it is to find pants that fit. My only idea? Rit dye or markers.
Ahh, fireworks. Not legal here but I really can’t complain, being in the desert and all. I love fireworks over water though. Beautiful.
Happy new year, Shanny!
–Elaine
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I’m not sure why some people think other people’s children or lack thereof is any of their business. I had a neighbor that was constantly harassing me for only having one child. “Well you should really give your husband a son.” etc etc. My response to questions like this is always the same, “I got exactly what I wanted the first time. I don’t need to try again.” It’s the truth of course. But for some reason it pisses them off when I say it.
The small town life sounds wonderful. Makes me want to move again. In the last month there has been carjackings, drive by shootings, a kid stabbed by other children to get his shoes, and another kid (12 yrs old) shooting at cars as the cars drove to work. And that’s just the ones I can think of off the top of my head. I live in the good part of town and don’t even go in the bad part of town at all…even during the day.
~Andrea from dailyjottings.com
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Hi Shanny! Found your blog through Ani’s blogroll and love it. I would have died to walk into the Target bathroom and seen that scene.
I’ll be back!
p.s. How’s the PCOS treatment going? I was diagnosed last year with it and haven’t had much luck.
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