Rain, Rain, Go away. Come back on Anniversary Day.

It's pretty much rained everyday off I've had this summer. If it's not raining it's gloomy because it rained last night and is just waiting to rain again tonight. So don't mind me if I'm a little irritated and lacking in Vitamin D. Apparently you need that to be happy..

I need to rant today about people that celebrate everything. One month anniversaries, three months, 6 months, 1.759 years... I'm not talking wedding anniversary either. I mean from the day they started dating. Or better yet since a lot of the time there is no official "Will you be my girlfriend" date, the 6 month anniversary from when you got really really loaded and woke up in his bed. It's one thing to be a little excited you're hitting the 6 month mark, and maybe have a little romantic dinner with your sweetie, but to expect congratulations is like wanting someone to throw you a maybe-you'll-have-a-wedding shower. Please.

Are people really that self involved? Oh wait.. I already know the answer to that question. If you regularly read my blog you will probably start to notice that I remember the most miniscule details of events in my life. Anyway, I remember back in about grade 7 , still fresh into highschool or junior high as the city folk call it, I was riding the bus home after school. One of the older girls on the bus seemed to have such a dramatic and exciting life *searches for a scarcasm button* that I enjoyed listening in on all the things she had to say. Well actually... we literally rode the short bus to school so I had no choice but to hear it all. She once spoke of what anniversaries were important. I got out my trusted memo pad to make sure I got it and could refer back to it when I had my first serious boyfriend. I don't have that memo pad anymore but I believe it was every 3 months until the first year and then after the big one year anniversary "you should really only celebrate every 6 months." Teenagers, their so full of wisdom.

Even at 12 - a preteen - I was this scarcastic and what's another word for crusty? Never really been a girly girl I guess.

Why Rancid Rants?

If you know me, you know that everyday I leave my house I am blown away by the inconciderate pricks that inhabit this earth. The things I deal with on a daily basis whether I'm driving, shopping or working, have become enough to put a crutch on life. This is my blog dedicated to letting it all out. Blogging- It's cheaper than a therapist.

I'm especially blown away by big box stores. You know, the places that strive to be nothing more than mediocre, especially when it comes to customer service.

A couple weeks ago I was looking for a small fence for my peas or some chicken wire.. anything. I asked the man in the blue smock with the name tag that said "supervisor" if he had any such thing. He told me to go look inside because he works outside in the garden centre. *blink blink*

I can't help when people talk of customer service to think back to this time when Ashton was very young and I had to run into Walmart for one thing, probably diapers. It's unusually windy and frigidly cold in this particular Walmart parking lot on the edge of the city surrounded by... prairies. Anyone who's a mother knows how hard it is to juggle strollers and carseats, a new born baby and the diaper bag. Oh and don't forget the purse or you'll have to juggle it all back out to the parking lot taking on 4 foot snow banks and ruts with your stroller to which you're now wondering if you can purchase winter tires for. All I wanted to do was run in and run out, which we all know is nearly impossible in big box stores. To my surprise there was a parking spot designated for new mothers open. What great luck! Until I'm cut off by a 1980's beat up chevy-something-rather. The man, who I would place somewhere in his thirties based on his receding hairline and ankle biting jeans, steps out of his car wearing a *gasp* red walmart smock. I'm told the red smock is to distinguish the managers from the unimportant blue smock wearing employees. The incident was surprising to me at the time, because I was under the impression that stores strived for excellent customer service. I am no longer naive and now know that a store with always low prices, need not follow the rules of customer service. Save money, Live better.