I just don't understand boredom. Even retired, I don't seem to have enough hours in my day. I am never, and have never been, bored. As far as I am concerned boredom is a choice. As I child, I was the kid who knew how to entertain myself. Though I usually had a single good … Continue reading Don’t Ever Tell Me You’re Bored
Sixty-five. Not really as daunting as some people make it out to be. I have been acting like a senior for the past four and a half years; and in some cases longer, especially when certain age related discounts applied. My time is all mine. I have not been working. I have been getting up … Continue reading It’s Official I’m A Senior
We've all heard or read the quote, "Live this day as if it's your last." None of us know exactly where or when we first heard or read it. Nor do we know who originated it. I figure it was created by some self-appointed sage who now creates memes for Facebook with the constant goal … Continue reading That Last Day
The bitch had been known to lose it at times. People thought she was crazy. Absolutely nuts and out of control. People who didn't understand her struggles with over-the-top hormone imbalances, low self esteem and an inability to manage stress. They did not know that her biggest battle was often with herself. This was before she … Continue reading The Crazy Bitch’s Guide To Sanity
OR... How To Not Spend Three Plus Hours A Day On Your Blog WordPress has informed The Lazy Bitch that this week marks her blogiversary. For three years she has been tossing her stuff out into the blogosphere as an exercise in creative writing or as rants to get all the crap that can keep … Continue reading The Lazy Bitch’s Guide To Blogging
And no he did not finally leave me. He has gone fishing with son number one, and I get three days to myself. He gets a river and a cabin, fish and mosquitoes. I get the whole bed, to not feel the need to plan meals, to eat when I feel like it and do … Continue reading My Husband is Gone Away. YAY!
Most human beings are basically lazy. They can't seem to pick up after themselves. They can't seem to be able to teach their kids to pick up after themselves. And this makes me mad. If you really want to piss me off, throw your garbage out the car window. It amazes me how many people … Continue reading Messy Business
These days I am a pretty calm person, but there are certain things that annoy me every time, and I mean every time. You would think at my age I could be mature about such things, but I guess not. Partly because I am a dweller on things. My brain just wont let go, which … Continue reading Things That Annoy The By Geesus Out Of Me
One of the hottest trends for anger management and stress release these days is rage rooms. A rage room is a place where you get to physically vent all your anger and frustration. A place where you go to smash the shit out of things like computers, printers, small kitchen appliances and tacky ceramics, just … Continue reading All The Rage
An excerpt from my unpublished memoir Cramps and Other Rants from a Crazy Angry Bitch. The events, revolving around the fact that I had turned into Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde due to PMS, take place in Toronto during the mid 80's. You're fired, he yelled after an intense, five minute screaming match. It was … Continue reading Out Of Control
Ever since retiring, I have made a point to avoid rules and structure because I really hate both. As far as rules go, I followed them when I had to but pushed the limits when it came to those silly top-down directives of the corporate world. Working in a old corporation for nine years is … Continue reading Avoiding Rules And Not Playing In The Sandbox
The Birthday Bitch has a reputation for being cranky and unappreciative. This has less to do with growing older than it does with sleep depravation. It doesn't matter whether it is her birthday or not, The Birthday Bitch is not someone you want to be around if she is lacking sleep. Certain relatives, morning people, … Continue reading The Birthday Bitch
Although screaming and trying to understand what was happening, none of us were born bitchy. Or should I say none of us women were born bitchy because, as we all know, bitchy is a term used to describe females. I could go on about this, but this is ancient history and I refuse to beat … Continue reading Let’s redefine bitchy, shall we…
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