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WTHW Just Under the Deadline

I have decided I’m going to lose weight.

Again. Because it didn’t work the last 27 times.

I have set a goal. 10 pounds in 10 weeks. Nothing groundbreaking. But significant.

So now, every day, my hubby and I are each exercising at lest 15 minutes.

We can run. We can elliptical (we have one in our house). We can Wii Fit. Those are our basic options at this point. But whatever we do, it has to be for at least 15 continuous minutes (or 15 minutes of actual exercise on Wii Fit).

And then, at the end of the day, we weigh in on the Wii Fit together.

Because it totally graphs things for us. And I like graphs. And stamps. You get to stamp a calendar. Have I mentioned I’m goal oriented?


We are on day 4. I just finished another workout. Just Wii Fit, because I had physical therapy and my knees are really hurting, so I figured impact exercise or really wide range of motion was not the way to go.

And you know what?

My weight went up again.

In fact, my weight has gone up every! single! day!


I’m being good! I’m eating less! (Purposely trying to not eat out of boredom or when I’m just a little hungry or in the evenings. Portioning smaller and waiting to see how I feel before getting more. Etc.)

I’m exercising! OK, it’s wimpy, pathetic amounts of exercise, but still! For me it’s a lot! (And, total excuse time, because of CFS I’ve been told not to do more than 15 minutes in one go, because it’ll use up my energy reserves too fast.) So, you know, for me this is good!

Sure as hell better than I have been…and yet my weight held steady for 6 months before.

So why did I gain 2.5 pounds over the last 4 days???

I know it’s not much. I know things can fluctuate. But seriously.




It has gone up.

It’s not fluctuating. It’s increasing.


This trend had better stop. I’m getting angry!

This is why people are not meant to exercise…

PS Go enter my give away for $10 to Amazon! And then go enter Corey’s giveaway for the exact same thing!

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WTHW: Life Insurance Sucks

I just had my exam for getting life insurance. Because, you know, they have to know the odds of me offing myself or otherwise dying so they can lay their bets.

First off, WHAT THE HELL crazy examiner? It took you FOUR F*CKING TRIES to get the vein in my arm! And every! single! one! hurt!!! I have gotten blood draws every few months for the last many years bouncing between specialists trying to figure out WHAT THE HELL is wrong with me, and never once since 7 years ago when I was severely dehydrated from mono has anyone had to try more than once to find my vein. I’M AN EASY DRAW. Also, I don’t even dread the draws anymore because I barely feel them. But this hurt!!! I am not a baby about needles anymore, but OW! She left half an hour ago, and my arm is STILL throbbing and painful!

Also, you want to know a big no-no, examiner? Asking me what dysthymic disorder is and then saying, “Oh, I wonder if everyone has that! ’cause sometimes there are days when I don’t want to get out of bed and go to work!” WHAT THE HELL were you thinking?? Really? Someone has a diagnosed medical condition which severely effects every single day of their life, and you brush it off because you sometimes are lazy or feel crummy? Come on!

And finally, WHAT THE HELL is with your crazy religious conclusions? Twilight came up, and I asked if she had read it. She said no, and launched into a lengthy explanation that she didn’t because Stephanie Meyers was LDS and she’s Mormon, too, and she doesn’t understand why someone of their faith would write about vampires because there’s nothing “light” about vampires, unless they were doing it for money. (Because yes, when she created a whole new genre that didn’t exist yet and didn’t have any kind of teen following, she totally did it because she absolutely knew it would be a hit and she would make so much money from it. Somehow.) I couldn’t help myself, and I asked, “Light?” She said, “You know, lightening, spiritual, uplifting.” I gave her a fisheye. She went on to say, “There’s nothing lightening about vampires.” I tentatively offered, “Well, I think the books are more about overcoming your own personal demons and battles, and finding ways to be moral in the face of any challenges…” at which point she cut me off and said, “Yeah, my nieces told me they don’t drink human blood, only animal blood. I was like, what?? Besides, it doesn’t matter. In the Bible does it ever portray vampires as light? No. My point exactly.” At which point I let things go because you can’t argue with insanity and WHAT THE HELL crazy lady, when something is mentioned in the Bible one way does that mean we can view it or portray it or consider it in any other way again? So I guess stones are just for killing adulteresses, and menstrual cycles are not signs of fertility but something which makes us unworthy of being touched, and hey, come to think of it, in the Bible does it ever portray slavery as evil? No. My point exactly. Slavery, thus, can never be thought of as evil.


Glad that is over. And we’re buying the f*cking life insurance, because I don’t want to go through this again.


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WTHW:Giveaway Edition

It’s time for: What the Hell Wednesday!

I really only have one WTH this week, since my bestest bud Erica is in town and all is happy. But still…WHAT THE HELL is wrong with all the people visiting my blog and not entering my giveaway?! Come on, people! I mean, you’ve got to at least know someone who would like some super-cute earrings! I love my coin earrings from Annette, have only worn them one day but still got lots of complements. And really, it takes two seconds to click the link, visit her Etsy site, pick a random piece of jewelry, and tell me you like it. Right now you’d have a 1 in 5 chance of winning, them’s some good odds! Thank goodness for the Blue Monkey Butt Sisters (by which I of course mean Elle, since Stacy hasn’t joined in the fun yet (let’s see if I can get some sibling rivalry going ;-)) who currently have half my entries.

So yes. Some fun freeness going out the door soon. And it’d be more fun if people entered :-) Pretty please?

Sorry, one more WTH, as in, WHAT THE HELL is wrong with me? Elle was awesome enough to tweet the giveaway..and I noticed that the shortened link I put up in the suggested tweet wasn’t even the link to the actual give-away! Oops! Sent them to the Etsy shop. Guess I should check WHAT THE HELL I put up before hitting publish! :-P

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WTHW: Cats > Employees

As I believe I have mentioned about a bajillion times, the store I work with is also a foster for a local cat rescue. Or at least, that’s what we tell people. In reality, the owners of the store are the owners of the cat rescue, and the funds and everything are very fuzzy.

Being an employee at this store has its ups and downs. Ups are that we are very well educated, we can really help people find what they need, and we have learned a lot. In general, we have a fair amount of freedom in setting up the store how we like and such. And the current set of people are cool.

Downs are the owners and they way they have everything set up. It is nuts. We are expected to be extremely knowledgeable and passionate…for (just above) minimum wage. They have no respect for us and are insulting and micro-managing. There are three stores, and while the owners almost never visit ours, there are a number of things our (awesome) manager can’t do without their permission and presence…like hire new employees. This is why it took them over 6 months to hire someone when we really needed another person.

But the biggest downside? We do. Not. Matter.

It’s evident in the owners’ attitude. It’s evident in our salary. There is a heirarchy of importance:

Most important: Cats. Who live in the store and we care for.

Next most important: Store. Merchandise, profit, etc.




Drop down about 20 spots, and now you’re to: the employees.

We so don’t matter. When Labor and Industry came by on a routine random inspection one owner went INSANE and started berating the manager for even talking to the inspector because, “They might take away the cats!!!” Um..L&I doesn’t give a damn about the cats. Like most sane people, they are looking at the safety and health of the HUMANS working there above the freakin’ cats! And if you’re so worried it’s hazardous enough the cats might be taken away, then WHAT THE HELL about your employees???

But the most recent illustration of how we are worth nothing and the cats are everything? Heaters.

The store has no heat. None. It has been very cold out. So the store cat rescue (same people) has bought a bunch of space heaters. To put by the register and keep us warm, right? Nope. For the cats. Each cat room has at least one, and is nice and toasty. We, meanwhile, are wearing hats and scarves and coats since we’re FREEZING. You’d think if they could buy a half-dozen heaters for the cats, they could buy one for the registers.

But no. We just don’t matter enough to warrant heat.

WHAT THE HELL, owners. Come on. At least fake some caring better.

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What the Hell Thursday

It’s time for What the Hell Thursday!

…wait…that doesn’t sound right…

Hmmm, let me check the button

*inspects button*

What..yes…the…uh huh…Hell…so far, so good…Wednesday.

Oh. Wednesdsay.

WHAT THE HELL happened to Wednesday? Dang, time flies!


Guess what? I have some super exciting news!

I? Am actually ENJOYING Christmas! I typically love Christmas. Love it. But last year I was so stressed that it was just one more chore. Or really, a bajillion more chores. Since I have a lot of people to buy presents for.

But this year? I’m loving it! I’ve bought a bunch of presents for my hubby..and I think he’ll like them! Last year I couldn’t come up with anything..I just wanted a list..and that made me sad inside. It’s awesome enjoying the process this year.

(I promise this is getting to a WTH)

A few nights ago the hubby and I met and picked out a Christmas tree. After much deliberation on my part, and much patient holding-of-trees by the hubby, we picked one. The perfect one. We pulled off the little tag. We went and paid for it. And a super-pissy manager came to cut the bottom off the tree for us and refuse to help us load it in our car. She was pissy, so she asked my hubby to get the tree instead of carrying it herself. He reached in and winced. After bringing it to the front he said something in the tree had pricked him. But it hurt like a bi-otch. And as the bitchy manager sawed, his hand swelled and swelled. We started to suspect something had bit him.

I was a little nervous about bringing whatever it was into the house…but at that point, the bitchy manager was DONE with us. So we took the tree. Drove it home.

Tried to get it in the tree stand, which is evidently barely big enough.

I laid on the ground under the tree, messing with the screws. Toby started barking at me. I joked the he was barking at whatever had bitten the hubby as it crawled toward my face. I got up to switch places with the hubby…

and noticed Toby and Parker staring at one spot on the ground right by where I’d been laying, jumping forward and jumping back, nomming at a dark spot.

I looked closer.

It was a freaking hornet!

There was a hornet in our tree! WHAT THE HELL??? How did that happen??

WHAT THE HELL was it doing not dead or hibernating for winter??

Also, OUCHY for the poor hubby.

And thank you to the aminals for pointing out the evil hornet.

And the house smells like Christmas and joy :-D

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What the Hell: Anniversary Edition

Today is a very special anniversary: The one year anniversary of What The Hell Wednesdays! Congrats to the Blue Monkey Butt sisters! Go link up and play along in their honor :-)

The hubby and I planned on going to a professional soccer game last night. I enjoy soccer, it’s a really fun sport. I’d been looking forward to it all week (since we changed our plans and decided to go to this one and schedule a conflict with the other possible one). Then a client called and wanted to schedule a meeting. At 4:15. OK, great! I figured I’d be home by around 5:30, maybe a bit later. But, being me, I procrastinated leaving the appointment. And got stuck in traffic. And ended up being forty-five minutes later than I said. And when I said I’d be home was evidently the latest we could have left to make it (which I misunderstood). So we didn’t go. WHAT THE HELL is wrong with me??? I’d been so excited to go to this game, and I knew I needed to leave, and I just…put it off…until it was too late (though I didn’t know it was “too” late at the time, just late). I have got to stop doing that!! Why do I procrastinate at things I want to do?????


The other day I was at work. Have I mentioned that at work we carry 45+ pound bags of food and litter? A woman asked for help carrying her 40lb bag to her car.  No problem, we do it all the time for people who need help! But I was sore, since rather than the usual 2-3 pallets of heavy bags and cans to unload on Friday, we had 8, 6 of which were stacked taller than me. And that I helped to unload 6 of them. So I was sore (and buff!). I grab this woman’s bag, head out to her car….with her chatting all the way. (Evidently she can’t walk and chat, either.) About some construction going on nearby. Asking what it was. Telling me she didn’t know there were areas that could be developed around here still. Etc. While standing next to her car. Not opening the door or telling me where to put it. I mean, WHAT THE HELL was she thinking, that I enjoy doing sustained-carries of 40 pound bags? I’m scrawny, lady, open the damn door!!


This week I was tipped off to a great article by Kristen at Rage Against The Minivan. The article is all about breastfeeding, and how the crazy breastfeeding movement has really done a lot to oppress women, even when there isn’t any good scientific evidence to back up most/all of their claims that breastfeeding has any positive effect on the health of mother or baby. They make breastfeeding out to be the “ultimate badge of responsible parenting,” ignoring the hardships involved and often soundly denouncing anyone who doesn’t as too selfish to have children. Here’s an excerpt:

The debate about breast-feeding takes place without any reference to its actual context in women’s lives. Breast-feeding exclusively is not like taking a prenatal vitamin. It is a serious time commitment that pretty much guarantees that you will not work in any meaningful way. Let’s say a baby feeds seven times a day and then a couple more times at night. That’s nine times for about a half hour each, which adds up to more than half of a working day, every day, for at least six months. This is why, when people say that breast-feeding is “free,” I want to hit them with a two-by-four. It’s only free if a woman’s time is worth nothing.

Here’s another quote, this one about how the view has become that the mother’s health/well-being should become completely unimportant relative to the needs of her children. Even if breastfeeding is a big source of stress on the woman and her marriage and means she has to completely sacrifice her career, of course the infant’s needs come first if there’s even the possibility that breastfeeding is better. You only have to read the comments on this article to see that view expressed over and over.

Mothers these days are expected to “optimize every dimension of children’s lives,” she writes. Choices are often presented as the mother’s selfish desires versus the baby’s needs. As an example, Wolf quotes What to Expect When You’re Expecting, from a section called the “Best-Odds Diet,” which I remember quite well: “Every bite counts. You’ve got only nine months of meals and snacks with which to give your baby the best possible start in life … Before you close your mouth on a forkful of food, consider, ‘Is this the best bite I can give my baby?’ If it will benefit your baby, chew away. If it’ll only benefit your sweet tooth or appease your appetite put your fork down.” To which any self-respecting pregnant woman should respond: “I am carrying 35 extra pounds and my ankles have swelled to the size of a life raft, and now I would like to eat some coconut-cream pie. So you know what you can do with this damned fork.”

Good, huh? Now go read the whole article!

WHAT THE HELL is wrong with these crazy breastfeeding advocates?? I mean, when I have kids I want to breastfeed, mainly because I feel like, in general, if you have a choice between natural and artificial (which is trying to approximate natural), and there’s no other concern, you might as well go natural because there is so much we don’t understand about the natural that might be missing in the artificial. I have always looked forward to breastfeeding, and want to be home with a baby anyway, so no big deal for me. But these crazy people make me want to not breastfeed out of spite!

(Side note: This position is also based on many people I have met in person, not just what the article says. The article resonated with me so much because of personal experience.)


Glee!, a show which I typically love, broached the tough topic of religion last night. I was so freaking tense the whole episode, waiting to see if the “Christianity is best” attitude would win out. But I kept on getting pissed at Kurt’s friends. Storyline: Kurt’s dad has a heart attack (and more) and is in the hospital in a coma. Kurt doesn’t believe in god/religion, what with being gay and being told by most Christian religions that the way god made him is sinful and all. His “friends” keep trying to push god down his throat as a way to comfort him. Mercedes: “I’ve been thinking all day what I want to say to Kurt. Then I realized, I don’t want to say it, I want to sing it. This is a song about being in a dark place and turning to god.” She knows that he does not like Christianity at this point, and yet she thinks this is comforting to him?? It’s pure selfishness, it is just comforting to HER. She sings, he politely thanks her, and says he doesn’t believe in god, he doesn’t want their prayers, etc. His friends keep trying to push religion on him. Three show up in his dad’s hospital room to pray over his dad in shifts, “We’re all different denominations, so we figure one must be right.” Another woman then says, “Friends help even when you don’t ask.” He tells them to leave. Later, Mercedes approaches him, “I don’t know how to talk to you anymore. I know you don’t believe in god, but you’re closing yourself off to a whole set of experiences.” Him: “You’re right, I shouldn’t be pushing my friends away.” WHAT THE HELL?????????? His friends shouldn’t be so selfish as to try to force him to turn to god when he’s down and extremely stressed, just because their much lesser level of stress is causing them to turn to god!! She then asks him to go to church with her, and he does. Again, WHAT THE HELL. I’m glad they didn’t end with a miracle conversion, but come on. Can we at least acknowledge that pushing their faith on him repeatedly was a selfish and dickish move, especially at such a time in his life, rather than just talking about how him not wanting to hear it was bad?? His dad was possibly in a coma for life. He’s allowed to be a bit selfish about not wanting to hear how it’s all part of god’s plan when he doesn’t believe in god. They are not allowed to be selfish and call it support. It’s only support if the person in question finds it supportive!

That’s it for me, now WHAT THE HELL are you waiting for? Go link up and play along!

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WTH: Pills, pills pills

I’m feeling like House nowadays.

Why, you may ask?

Well, you see, I am now taking 18 pills a day. And two drops. And two creams. And another 2-4 pills if I’m having trouble falling asleep.

This would be more OK if I didn’t HATE, with every fiber of my body, swallowing pills. HATE. I have a really strong gag reflex to big pills (that I better get over). If you remember, that is much of why I stopped taking an anti-depressant. I hated swallowing a big ol’ pill every day.

Now I’m taking 18+. Ick.

It’s a short term regiment that, in theory, could help my chronic fatigue. I have 5x the normal levels of mono stuff in my body that someone whose had mono should have, and that could be responsible for at least some of the chronic fatiuge. And if it is, this could help that.

You know. Maybe.

Oh, plus my Vitamin D is low (though not dangerously, like before).

Yeah. What the hell is wrong with my body? And please, let whatever the hell it is be fixed by this insane regiment!


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