damn it, man.....

A few reasons to be irritated with my current situation.  Not complaining. Just venting.  Stupid shit you never think of until it's got to be done....

REASON 848
TAKING THE GARBAGE TO THE STREET.

I am quite capable of doing this.  I know it.  I have no problem taking the garbage from the house to the dumpster in the backyard.  I do the recycling too.  But, for 14+ years I didn't have to take it to the street.  I didn't have to walk through wind and rain and sleet and snow to get it out.  He did it.  I didn't have to think about it.  It was just done.  Damn it, man.

REASON 447
MESSAGE LIGHTS ON MY DASHBOARD.

Just before Christmas my check tires light came on in my car.  It's my car.  It's my responsibility.  I get it.  That light came on for TWO weeks before I remembered to stop at a gas station to fill the tires, only to get exasperated by the redneck couple who had arrived just prior to me and couldn't figure out how to use the damn pump.  I drove off in a snit and the friggin light came on for another week.  Every time I turned my car on, there it was.  An orange beacon of a reminder that I had something else I had to take care of by myself.  Car related stuff is not something I save space in my brain for...and for 14+ years I just said, "Hey, honey, can you handle this for me?" and it was.  Not that I couldn't do it myself, just that I didn't have to.  I had a guy for that.  Damn It, man.

REASON 901
OPENING THE ARTICHOKE JAR

All I was doing was making dinner for me and the kids.  One of our favorites too, grilled chicken and artichoke pasta.  Cruising along, chopping, frying, doing my thing.  Go to open the jar of artichokes and I can't get it open.  Crap.  Cooper says, "oh no, we'll never have artichokes again" and now I am determined to get the damn thing open myself without smashing it into a million pieces.  It took 10 minutes, but, oh, I did it.  I broke a bit of a sweat while doing it, but I got it open.  Would have just walked into the living room and said, 'please' and it would have made that unsealing pop sound and it would have been opened in about 7 seconds.  Damn It, Man.

REASON 43
CHANGING THE LIGHT BULBS

Once again, this is trivial.  The bulb burns out.  I notice and need to change it out.  But, hey where are the light bulbs?  What kind do I need?  Damn, I don't have the right one.  Go to Lowe's.  Come home.  Bought the wrong ones, AGAIN.  Smart enough to grab the light bulb and take it with me this time.  Come home, replace.  Here I am, wasting half of my Saturday morning for a stupid light bulb.  REALLY?  Now I have a stock pile of light bulbs that may or may not work in various fixtures around the house.  I rue the day when the fluorescent light burns out in my kitchen.... DAMN IT, MAN!