If it wasn’t on CNN, I would never have believed this story.
A List of Bitchiness or Things I Don’t Have Time For, by Sarah Brown:
- People who know nothing about what they’re babbling, so they keep babbling in the attempt to convince me that they’re as knowledgable as they hope they sound. I HATE this. Why is it so hard to say, “You know, I don’t know much about that, but I’m willing to learn”? Why you gotta waste my time proving that you’re merely a parrot? And not even a good one? For instance, if you wanna pronounce your expertise in, say, baking a cake, don’t merely cut and paste the Wiki How-To on baking a cake. All that proves is that you’re as smart as your local 13 year old with an internet connection.
- People who don’t take responsibility when they get caught. Paris, you were driving recklessly. On a suspended license. You SHOULD, rightfully, be punished. Sadly, I see this most often in women. “I’m misunderstood” or “I was treated unfairly” or some other crap. Own up to your life. Stand behind your actions. And JesusGod, just say, “Yeah, I was wrong. I’m sorry.”
- People who wanna lay hands on my damn belly. Here’s the thing, and honestly, it’s a thing that even I didn’t know: the belly is not immediately touchable. It gets harder as the uterus hardens. So until it feels more like a baby shield and less like Uncle Wayne’s gut, I don’t want you touching it. Back off, Grandma.
- People who may as well have had their cell phones surgically attached to their heads. I’ll admit that I see the point in having a cell phone. I don’t use mine very often, but hey, I can understand wanting one in an emergency. But when you sit down to dinner with other people and remain on some cell phone conversation, I reserve the right to 1) order for you, 2) throw dinner rolls at you, or 3) eat whatever comes to your placesetting.
- People who don’t do their job. This wasn’t originally going to make the list, but I just got a phone call from a new employee in my old organization who has been there a week and has no phone, computer, or accesses. He called because THEY GAVE HIM MY NAME. They are better staffed NOW than they were when I was there, so I gave him three different names to call. Still, no one should’ve handed my name out.
What’s been getting on your nerves lately?
They say that nesting happens in the last trimester. That’s, I think, unless you have OCD. Then nesting happens ALL THE TIME.
For instance, I walked into my house a week ago and thought, “I hate the way this looks.” That, and since we visited the studio, I’ve been WAY into HGTV and think that I can remodel anything. So I’ve been creating a new living space in my home.
(But we’re poor, so it’s really just about moving shit around.)
Last night, my wonderful husband completely rearranged our living area while I cleaned. And while it opened up the room like I wanted it to, neither one of us are really happy.
ENTER IKEA!
I’ve been an Ikea fan before I could afford the rugs there. (That’s a long time ago, in case you were wondering.) My first Ikea purchase was a flokati sheepskin rug which set me back a whopping $25. It turned out to be Mabel’s favorite bed EVER. Since then, I’ve lusted after the furniture and TOTALLY stole a catalog from the men in California so I have something to catch my drool.
I think our current plan is to leave the layout as-is (because it’s too much damn stuff to move again) and build out an office area and a separate seating area. Since they have a dining table that I LURVE, we found another home for my old dining table and have opened up that end of the room entirely.Â
For the office area, I’m in love with:
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Which, unfortunately, is itty bitty in this thumbnail, so you just have to take my word for it. The seating area is fairly small, so I’m thinking something like this:
Well, I was thinking something, but I can’t find it on their website, so maybe it’s only available by catalog order. No worries.
Hopefully, we can get this done by the end of summer, so we can enjoy the cooler weather in our new, more open layout.Â
Eventually, we plan to do a nursery.
