First, Roomie has trained dumbass boy cat to like pork rinds --- I didn't eat fucking pork rinds when I was a carnivore, but Roomie has him eating P-O-R-K rinds?????... Thursday will make 16 years of heriborism for moi.
Second, I pull a trapezius muscle and doc says, "No running, no weight lifting"... I gain 5 lbs. As my previous mantra goes - I am NEVER gonna be a fat chick again - So, hence the pitty party, where I'm the guest of honour.
Third, I'm trying to find a travel plan for Mother and me to hit the Irish soil, but every site I hit seems a bogus journey into Rip-Me-Off land. What bullshit is that? I really want to do a "self-drive" tour, but where the fuck do you practice driving - on the right side of the car, with a manual stick on your left side, while driving on the left side of the road???I can't even brush my fucking teeth with my left hand, much less drive a manual trans around a "round about". God is crafty.
Lest we not forget the impossibilty of my ability to find a decent "guided tour" that is not a rip-off. What the hell makes anyone think they can rip off old folks and prenant-first parents into understanding the concept that there are 37-year olds that want to visit their country to see ------- hmmmmmm..... their country. I'm old enough and wise enough to know there are places there that I can go, I just want, oh, shall we say, "A fucking clue" as to where we can go without the tourist trap.
Of course, being an American, living in an American City, I can only imagine their trouble, but... OK, I'll shut up now.
The base to my frustation is the fact that scumbags are probably running ads for the travel industry or whatnot, and if you haven't been there you would know...
OK -enough babble.
To each, his own.
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