Someone Else's Battle

I'm staying out of arguments that are not my own. I'm trying very VERY hard, not to get involved.

But my 50-something year old ex-stepfather just called my 13 year old sister, his daughter, a bitch.
I'm fuming. I'm honestly ready to punch the wall. I'm so FUCKING ANGRY that it's not even funny.

And I need to dump this somewhere, because I know that I should not get involved in someone else's arguments, and more-so, because I know that if I said anything, it would make the issue worse, and get both of them angry with me, because they both deserve tellings-off.


Amanda posted a facebook status that she was glad to have her boyfriend back. Her father commented on it saying "grow up kid." There was a lot of back and forth, during which manda told her father to fuck off, and he called her trashy and unintelligent, she told him to leave her alone, and the conversation went on, for another ten or so comments, with manda repeating "leave me alone" and "fuck you" and Tony going on about how he's not a bad dad, and how it's our mom that manda should be angry with, and everything came to a head when tony said "you BITCH"

Without thinking, I typed out the following
"Manda- I don't expect you and Tony to be best friends, but at least try not to pick fights with him. No, he wasn't in most of your life, but still, he is your father. Don't swear at him, at the very least.
  
    Tony- You are a grown man. She is a 13 year old kid. There is NO REASON for you to insult her intelligence, or call her a bitch. I get that she insulted you, but honestly? That was VERY uncalled for. You told her to grow up, but you know what? She's still a kid. You need to grow up too."

And then I never posted it, because I realized that it wasn't my place. But my blood was boiling. I'm still tempted to go over and post it, but the time-stamp says it was from last night, and I really don't want to irritate the situation further, since it's somewhat defused.

EDIT: It's a day or two later, but the incident made a surprise re-appearance appearance on facebook. And then my sweet little Lauren comes to the rescue and says almost exactly what I was going to say "Shut up ur her father not a little boy so start acting like it." I can't say anything to her about it, because I don't want to encourage the general idea of being rude to her father. But secretly, I'm so SO proud of her for standing up for her older sister, and telling her father exactly how things are, without being over-the-top rude. Just enough to get his attention.

Name That Computer!

Both of my previous laptops had names. Of course, at the time, I thought I was the only one nutty enough to actually name my laptop, so I gave them laptop-related names. (I mean, they had those required names for networking "ERIN-PC" but I gave them their own personal names, which I used when talking to and about them.) The first one was called Toppy, and he was a good computer. I loved him, and even now I miss him. In the end, he died with very wet innards (my dad borrowed him and left him running overnight on a table below a leak in our roof) and with some melted innards (because his fan broke and he overheated rather often) I'm not sure which ended his life, but it was a good one, while he still had it.

My second one was called Craptop, because on the day I got him, less than 10 minutes out of its box he froze and I had to restart. No matter what I did, he just wasn't functional. I ran several different virus scans. No, he's clean. I added RAM. No go. I deleted every useless program. Didn't help at all. I reformatted, back to XP, and even that didn't do me any good. It had to have been a hardware issue. ANYWAYS......

Turns out I'm not the only one crazy enough to name my laptop. I now know several people who have named their computers... with actual names, not just variations of "laptop". That makes me feel better, both about my sanity, and about my current laptop. At one year old, it's still nameless. I think she's a girl. My other two were both definitely not, but this one seems rather feminine.

Anyways, I'm going to name her. Feel free to suggest something, if you want.
That's all.

I know I owe you an update on my trip down to Virginia. I'll get around to it. Things here are still a little overwhelming and I'm not quite sure what's going on. I am feeling fine about it, good even. Just confused.

Battalion Bread

I have a fun story for you.

Today, the schedules at work got messed up, and no one was there until 5am. That wouldn't be a problem in any other grocery store deparment, but I work in the bake shop. We have to have several different kinds of bread and rolls (and bagels and pastries, etc) on the shelves by 6:30am; that was bad.

Then our oven, which had been on the fritz recently, finally kicked the bucket. No matter what we set the temperature at, it wouldn't get warmer than 100 degrees. We had one oven, and an hour and a half. Needless to say, things weren't out on time.

At around 7, we were still putting things in the oven.

A man came up to the counter, after spending several minutes staring at the shelf.

"Do you have battalion bread?" he asked. "I can't find any."

"What?" I thought for sure I had mis-heard him.

"Battalion bread," he repeated. I stared at him for a moment, when suddenly the metaphorical light bulb over his head turned on. "Oh! I mean Italian bread!" I looked around, and we had some in the oven, but none that was already done. I appologized and told him to come back in half an hour.

He never came back, but I giggled all day.

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I've been a Horrible Blogger

I haven't updated in like.... almost a week. I'm sorry. I've been writing my ass off for college transfers. I'm super freaking out, and I don't even care if that sentence isn't grammatically correct. I couldn't "let" myself do fun writing (blogging, fiction, etc) because I was supposed to be doing "important" writing. Ugh. The topic and I totally didn't get along. Finally now I'm done and things are good.

So here's a funny story. I was on the phone with my mom earlier and I had a headache. I mentioned that I hadn't been sleeping well due to the transfer stress, and that I'm getting headaches from the lack of sleep.


Her first response: "You're not pregnant, are you?" No mom. I'm not pregnant. Yes I'm sure. No, I'm not lying. No my boobs are not sore. No I don't have an over due period. No I don't have a stomach ache. No I'm not having unexplained cramps. No mom, I'm not pregnant. YES, I'M SURE! I just have a headache.

This went on for about 5 minutes before I managed to convince her that I'm not pregnant. Trust me. I'm not pregnant.