Nic Fits and Nitwits

If I'd written this post yesterday, I would have been on cloud nine telling you all that I beat the system.  That's right.  I'm getting all the money back that was taken out of my deposit.  It would have gone something like this:

"I won.  It turns out FB might actually be a useful tool.  I originally took my grievance to their company's Facebook page and was directed to a specific person with whom I had private email interaction.  However, the FB page, specifically my grievance, continued to attract the attention of both my own FB friends and others in the Columbus area and developed a nice following.  With that, I continued to update the on-goings of the "investigation" on their own public page, and thus a subtle trial by social media occurred.  One of my own neighbors even weighed in, saying that the house looked better after we lived there than when we first moved in!  Ha.  Now I don't know for sure what made them want to give me back what I asked for, and even an additional $20 charge, because all I was told was that the investigation yielded conflicting reports but that they wanted to satisfy a good customer.  Ha.  I believe they wanted to just make it go away.  And that's fine.  I'll take it.  So they only thing that I'm legitimately accountable for is the garage remote that Joe accidentally sent on to a new home with the Maxima, plus the $85 service fee to have some douche bag come out and program it.  AND GUESS WHAT?!  The liability on my renter's insurance somehow covers that.  I'M GETTING ALL MY MONEY BACK!!!!!!  Woooohoooo. "

Pretty rad, right?  But tonight is different.  Tonight is following a day that Joe had off and spent out shooting guns all day with his dad.  That's not really a big deal, but he was two hours late coming home.  That kind of sucks.  Plus, I was stuck here waiting for a handyman to come fix our damn leaky disposal, so between Maddie's AM and PM naps, I was waiting on that dude and couldn't leave the house ALL DAMN DAY.  Gahhhhhhh.

But we're past all that and onto the part where Joe's having mood swings associated with nicotine fits because he's quitting tobacco AGAIN.  One minute he's good and sweet, and the next minute I get snapped at and then made to feel guilty because I don't feel bad for him (and I don't feel guilty either).  Then I'm told that he read he's justified in all of this and that I should have more empathy for him.  I asked where he read that, and he told me it was from someone else who quit tobacco.  HA!  Rubbish.  I mean, I will empathize to a point, but let's not confuse empathy with being a door mat.  Never once at the psych hospital did I coddle an addict and tell him he was justified for whatever shitty behavior brought him (or her) into custody.  If you think I'm going to just take it while you snap at me and act like an idiot, you've got another thing coming.  Maybe if it was because he was in pain from something that happened to him, but not something he chose to do to himself.  Welcome to life without a crutch, asshole.  

So here we are.  To close, I will update you with my exercise stats:  I've worked out 203 minutes so far this week, and supposedly burned 816 calories.  I don't know how accurate the calories burned tally is, but that's what sparkepeople.com says based on the exercises I've inputted.  I've been primarily walking with intermittent (seldom?) jogging.  Slowwwwww jogging.  And, last night I went to a yoga class for an hour.  It was really calming and a great test to see what the ol' bod' can still do.  Maybe I went on the wrong night, no?  :-)