Where the hell do I start..

After much deliberation and more than a shove from my overly-wonderful husband, I have finally created a blog. Like most people, creating the blog page is the easy part. It's finding shit to write about that does your head in. With a wide range of audiences, I'm fucked. So, I'm takin' a stab at this. Sorry if anything I come up with offends or surprises anyone. This is my blog, so all you haters can hit the damn road.

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

That magical time of the year...

It's passed, finally. Christmas, is that magical time of the year which manages to screw a lot of us over. No matter the age, there's always complaints, "I didn't get what I wanted" or the "I'm glad the kids are happy, but you do realize Darling, we're broke". This year, wasn't that bad. Apart from having to catch a flight 10am Christmas morning (Which included one of the roughest landings I've ever experienced, seeing as I've done a better job in a Cessna on a windy day...) was a lame way to start the day, in a hotel, no tree, no gifts, no awesome breakfast. No wait.. The donut shop next door was open. Ham and cheese croissant, FTW. By 8am we were at the airport and by 9am I had downed a smoke or four and headed to the nearest pub. Stella, thank you. The only woman for me. On the plane, I was offered free drinks by two charming men seated next to me, so add to that two scotch and dry's. It's not even 12 yet.
Legen... wait for it... Dary! 

So, no. My Christmas day started off just fine. Liquid courage to meet the in-laws after a year and a plane flight run by stand up comedians. Interesting morning. However, my issue really wasn't with Christmas day. It was one of my gifts. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not being ungrateful at all. The gift was awesome. It's just my instability to use it. So what did I get. *drum roll* SWTOR.

STAR WARS THE OLD REPUBLIC - MMO (Online game, for those who aren't acquainted with gaming lingo)... Oh wait, never mind. I was about to go into a heated discussion about how bullshit it was that the servers were all down for maintenance. I'm in.

Now, serious stuff. Everyone recently seen that post on Buzzfeed about those darn kids bitching about how shit their Christmas was... 'Waa I got a black Ipad instead of the white one, fuck my parents..' or ' I hate my dad, no fucking car.' or 'where was my new Iphone?' or 'I wanted an Ipad, WTF is this Kindle shit?'

Wow. What happened to new outfits and money towards you actually saving up your own bloody money to buy some over-priced gadget that will be out of style in the next 3 freaking months? What happened to being fucking grateful. I never thought I'd be old enough to say (and really mean it) 'God damn you lazy kids, you have it so easy. How bout next year you get the choice of a bullet or a Ugo? Yeah, shoot yourself you dramatic fucking spoiled twat or U go get a Job and U go get a car..'

>Click here to read on Buzzfeed<

End Rant.


Well, my Christmas was lovely. How was yours?

4 comments:

  1. I must say I agree with Ava completely... because she is right and because you don't piss off the Queen. Where do kids get this mentality of "entitlement"? You get things when you EARN them, not just because you WANT them. It also makes you appreciate what you have because you EARNED it. This free ride shit has got to stop at all levels.

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  2. Amen Ava! I totally agree with you, kids these days whine, bitch, cry, about how 'hard' they have it. The kids these days got nothing on when I was a kid, and what pisses me off even more, though. Are the freaking adults acting like children, bitching about 'I gave 'so and so' this and, got this piece of shit back' well who gives a flying fuck, I could have literally given you a piece of shit if you really wanted that. But seriously, asides from my cursing rants **btw this is fatcat ;)** are the people who go on and on about how they have this, they have that, they got this, and they got that, and how hard they had it as children and on and on and on..... when in truth, im sorry, I 'did' have a hard childhood. Growing up in a poor ((yes, i said it, I was a poor child)) family, times were hard. They really were, but i can honestly admit not once did i bitch about what i got. because as far as i'm concerned.... i had food on the table, a roof over my head, and clothes on my back.. I had all I need. i didn tneed a kindle, or ipad, or ipod, or mp3 player, or a brand new car to be happy. I had my family and that was enough. And, for everything I have now.. my house, my car, my job, all the nice things i have.. i worked my ass off for, not one damn thing was given to me.. so these little pricks, (teens, adults, whateva!) who bitch about stuff they 'wanted' or 'didnt get' or stuff they [worked so hard for' but you know damn well their parents got it for them... to those pricks, young and old.. i have a big FUCK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!, wrapped up in a nice gift wrapping covered with the Big 'fuckin' middle finger, and a tag that says "MERRY FUCKING CHRISTMAS, YOU LITTLE BITCH!!" ........ and that is all. :) thank you for the rant ava, glad to see more people are out there with sense :D ... oh and btw, my christmas was lovely as well, thank you for asking :D

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  3. Felt like reading that Buzzfeed thing.
    I am ashamed to see that those people are part of our species >.<

    My brother and myself both get €20 from my dad and 1 game together from my mom. I let my brother pick a game I'll never play and am still happy with the €20 only.

    We got an awesome meal made by my mother and stephfather family and that's more than enough for me =)

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  4. Simple is always the best.I'm a firm believer..
    A family meal together and a simple Thank you with a smile, would make any parents Christmas day PERFECT..The best gift I received was spending time with my daughter, her husband and his family on Skype..MAGIC

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