Speedline Crankiness

Today started with a ride in hell for me, Gentle Readers,urgh!  I ride public transportation into work 'most every day.  I get on at the first possible stop, so I generally always have a seat which is a good thing :)....I am a good public transit rider, since I will sit on the inside and if the train is starting to fill up (no empty seats) I make sure that I have all of my paraphernalia on my lap and I allow enough room for another passenger to sit.

Today was a bit crowded.  At the second after mine, we were starting to double up.  Someone comes along to sit next to me.   Now, understand that I am a large woman.  I am a good size 18 maybe even 20 (ok PROBABLY more realistically a 20).  I take up my half of the seat, with the little edge of my half intact (not spilling over) since I am not large-bottomed.  Enter my new seat mate:

This woman was probably about my size, but most of her weight was in her ass.  She plopped in the seat, and yes the side of her leg overlapped onto me.  I figured (read: hoped) that she would shift around to get more comfortable and perhaps GET HER FAT ASS OFF OF ME...but alas that did not happen.  So I entertain my mind (by reading my Nook and just pretending that her warm leg isn't usurping the middle ground of our seat...ugh) and eventually we come near to our destination (we had left the stop before mine was to arrive) and I mentioned to her that my stop was next.  She didn't acknowledge me, so I repeated that the next stop was mine.  She said in a snarky tone "do you normally get up while the train is moving?"  I answered "no, but i wanted to be sure you understood that I was at the next stop"  since I was pretty sure she'd need a crowbar to unwedge her fat ass from the seat to allow me to extricate myself.  As the train was slowing down she did stand up and then (que lastima) almost stumbled back (which I believe was an exaggerated show to me that I was rushing her too early to get up).... urgh :)

So that's it for the rant of the day today.  And please don't take offense if you are a big-bottomed woman.  I think it's great and you should enjoy all of your curves; however, I don't want them sitting on ME if I don't know you....

Mwaaah!

Latest push over the cranky edge....

So....as you, gentle readers, can surmise, I am cranky quite a bit.  Life just tends to throw big heaping turd-balls at me and i have a difficult time dodging them LOL so i get cranky from being mired in some of the sh1t.

A minor incident  that caused the crank-o-meter to spike this weekend had to do with a relative mentioning "The boy is putting on a little weight, too much" to me.  Now I do realize that this is said lovingly, that this person does love my child; however, I don't quite understand what the well intentioned relative was trying to point out to me.  The boy is my child...and yes, he is getting chunkier which is why he's enrolled in soccer  and why we will continue to encourage him to participate fully, eat fruits and healthy snacks, provide him a reasonable meal, on and on.  The cause of my aggravation is: what is the greater meaning in pointing this out to me, his mother, also an admittedly larger than life woman?  Is this a way to point out the obvious weakness in the gene pool that comes from my side of the family? Maybe said loving relative feels I am  unable to see/identify that my kid is getting fat since I am also fat (not true, I buy his clothing, I know)?  Or is the conversation about withholding .... withholding food/sweets (which this person does not, if the boy asks for more ice cream, another cookie, whatever, he's given it) withholding love because a fat person is less of a person than a thin, fit one and less deserving of my/your/our/his/her love?
 

It makes me crazed to have this rolling through my mind which is why I share it with you.  I want to say something to this person but I won't since I honestly feel it was misguided but well intended. 

My greatest wish is that my children LOVE THEMSELVES even if that self is less than what I want it to be...less than what their family and friends want them to be.  Loving themselves, feeling comfortable in their own skin is probably the only thing I can really try to give them in this world....i don't have money, I am not super intelligent, crafty or even all that much fun....but letting them run with the gifts they've been given and learn to create their own lives from that...spin their own silken cocoon if they need to, but always liking who they are, always loving the person they become...for what it's worth, to me, that's priceless...  the world will be too willing to throw a turd-ball at ANY of us...why have one lobbed from home-field? 


Please feel free to talk me off of the cranky-ledge...my reaction may be totally out of line;however it was visceral and i am still chewing on it.  UGH  Have a great day gentle readers LOL (the two of u who are subscribed!!)

Tired + Hungry = Cranky-me :(

Tired tired tired.  That's probably the one thing that truly defines me, as I creep into the "tween" stage of adulthood (LOL) Being an older (gasp) mom, I find that having younger children makes it even more difficult to sleep.  My 3.5 year old has taken to what might be night-terrors recently. For the uninitiated person/parent, she seems to wake up screaming/yelling/crying.  You can do NOTHING to calm her down.  This child yells at her brother (whose room she is SLEEPING IN since her highness refuses to sleep in her own pink/princessy bedroom).  Last night she was yelling about her brother taking her juice...the night before that it was because he was grabbing her shoes. 

But life goes on right? Her inability to sleep peacefully therefore screws with my ability to sleep at.all...i lay in bed, falling asleep but not really asleep b/c I am waiting...waiting...waiting for the inevitable screech and the accompanying groan of the older child "mom, she's doing it again" and my resultant trek to the boy's room to comfort his sister who refuses.to.sleep.in.her.own.room......


So that explains tired.  Hungry is explained simply by it is about 12:15 in the afternoon and I haven't eaten since breakfast LOL....at least I can take care of hungry rather simply.  :) 

Happy Monday all, last Monday in September.

Rant-comendation: 360° mirrors (mean-ness abounds)

/begin rant.  soooo, a friend of mine posted a link to an interesting article about Old City in Philadelphia Magazine http://www.phillymag.com/articles/what_the_hell_happened_to_old_city/  The article is completely on-point and full of some ridiculously amazing information, dialogue, monologues and on and on.  My jaw hit the ground though when I was perusing the accompanying photos.  Imagine my confusion when gandering at the debacle(s) front and center in this photograph.
If you don't know which part of the shot I am referring to, think "big girl in a tiny open-backed too short dress" sung to the tune of the "fat guy in a little coat" song from Tommy Boy.  Really, Miss permed up hair, blue too tight/short/whatever dress?  Did you not review your attire before you left your home or was this outfit put together purposefully?  Maybe there's a market out there for shrek in an open-backed minidress?  I don't know.  It makes me want to be extra careful about ensuring my outfit and my hair looks ok both coming AND going.  From the front these girls might be A-Maaaazing...but from the back, not so much.

Before we start berating ME for my comments, truly, I am a large woman. I am not a small-ish woman who pretends she's large to get away with blogging whatever she wants about fatties.  I am a truly plus-sized middle aged woman, and while I think everyone is entitled to dress how they wish to, they also have to figure that others will point and laugh or at least rant about them in some fashion somewhere in the social media soup that flies around from the fingertips of so many!  /end rant

Driving while cranky

should probably not be allowed.  There are times when I am sure that I would be a menace behind the wheel if it weren't for the simple fact I don't want to pay for an intentional accident LOL.  I mean, really?  There's a need to come up from behind, driving so close your car could kiss my bumper, and then speed around me only to slow the eff down?  Who does that?  In a world where I had a limitless supply of the almighty $, I would drive myself right into the back of that car, just enough to crumple it, but not enough to hurt anyone.

That's why i shouldn't be allowed to drive while cranky.

Just craptastic!

I like words that make me laugh.  Craptastic is one such word.  Ass knob/Ass hat/any object that doesn't belong along with Ass is guaranteed to get me to snicker....so i like that.

It is Friday, a bit overcast, but a lovely afternoon.  I can hear the birds chirping outside my window and the random cat-fight (between some almost certainly humans) outside.  Garage doors go up and down, over.and.over.and.over and random cars toot their horns just in case the space cadet in the car before them hasn't seen that the light won't get any greener.

Such is a Friday in summer in the City of Brotherly Love :)

lead crankyranter here

I am here.  I am getting cranky in my new found old-age.....While I fully embrace that 40 is the new 10, I find that instead of feeling decidely tween-ish, I am really cranky.  Things bug the SHIT out of me.  Random crap that maybe I didn't notice before and now, being oh, somewhere in my early-middle 40's I now take time to notice? 

I find myself actually observing life, trying to slow down the harried shuffle forward that my years have become, and in really making the decision of OBSERVING I am sickened, some days and baffled others, at what actually goes on in this world we call our own.