Consideration? You're kidding right?

Den of the Beastly Bear

Hi Folks!

On time today! Yay!

On time, but PISSED OFF!!!

(warning foul language ensues)

I went in to work early again today (only 2 left thank God!), and having not a lot of time at home, I thought I'd stop on my way up and grab me something quick for breakfast.

Now I'm not big on ANY of the fast food chain's breakfasts...and last time I tried subs I was involved in an armed robbery. I thought I'd whip into the Taco Bell drive-through and try one of their new AM Steak Crunchwraps, as they were highly recommended by one of my buddies at work.

So, you have to drive past the restaurant to get to the entrance. As I did so I noticed someone I knew already in the drive through, one car behind the car placing their order.

I pull into the plaza parking lot, maneuver my way to the drive through entrance, come around the corner and there the same two cars sit, not having moved at all!

I roll down my window, in preparation of placing my own order and this is what I overhear:

"Ok, on that burrito I want light lettuce, no beans, light cheese....did I say steak? And sour cream, I want two...last time I asked for two and I only got one...

I want a Taco Salad, double meat, no cheese, no tomatoes...."

And on, and on, and on....

Every. Single. Thing. She ordered had to be "special"

It took her 10 min. from the time I PULLED UP to get her order placed. No telling how long she was there before I pulled up!

The person in front of me? "Breakfast burrito and a med. Diet"

BAM! DONE!

Me? "AM Steak crunchwrap and a med. Diet Dew" 
BOOM! DONE! 

It took another 10 min. to fill her "Special order", then she forgot to ask for sauces!!! GRRRRRrrrrrrrrrr!!!!

20 min. in Taco Bell Drive-through, at 10:30 in the morning?!?!? UNACCEPTABLE!!!

Look, I've got no problem with you getting your food the way you like it! I want MY food the way I like it...

Here's the thing though:
Have some Fucking consideration for the people behind you!

If you've got a big order and every God damn thing you order HAS to be special...

Take your lazy, inbred, knuckle dragging, mouth breathing, stupid fucking ass inside to place your order!!! And keep your white trash, redneck, blue smoking 1987 Olds Delta 88 piece of shit "hooptie" out of the God damn drive-through!!!

The drive through is designed for those on the go, with places to go and things to do!!! Not so your lazy ass doesn't have to get out of the car while you give your laundry list of specialty items!

Cousin to these inconsiderate pieces of shit are the assholes that pull up to the drive-through menu to contemplate!!!

Are you kidding me???

It's McDonald's for Fucks sake!!! The menu hasn't changed since 1973 (Barring limited time offerings)!!!

When you made the decision to pull into McDonald's, did you REALLY have no fucking idea what you wanted? Really?!?
Are you a fucking Moron?!?

I swear to God, if I'm ever arrested for pulling some dipshit out of their car and beating them to death...it'll be one of these people!

And they'll coin a new phrase for it, they'll call it "Drive-through Rage"! 

I'll plead temporary insanity...and no jury in the world will convict me!

*DEEP CLEANSING BREATH*

Ok, it's been 5 hours now...I'm calming down...slowly.

Hope you're all having a peaceful idiot free day!

Be Well Folks!

This is why I'm a Beastly Bear

Daddy/Daughter Night...

Den of the Beastly Bear

Morning Folks!

I've never understood guys that call spending time with their own children "babysitting", it's not babysitting ya douche bag...they're YOUR kids!!!

*deep breath*

Ok, that out of the way....
I always enjoyed time spent, just Princess Bear and me!

I remember once, she was about 3 or 4 (which to me was that perfect "sweet spot"! You know, old enough to not need diapers and tell you exactly what they want, yet young enough that Daddy still hung the moon and other boys are "ichy"!)

Mama Bear had a "night out" with some friends so Princess and I were left to our own devices.
Being a doting Daddy, I asked Katie what she wanted for dinner.
"Anything?" She asked
"Anything baby..."
"Can we get Taco Bell?"
I said sure and I bundled her into my pickup and off to Taco Bell we went. Now anybody that knows me, also knows I hate Taco Bell! But I sacrifice for my girl...

We ate there, Katie had a hard taco kids meal...I suffered through a couple soft steak tacos.

On our ride home Katie says:
"Daddy, my tummy hurts."
Now this didn't concern me much as Katie was not above faking not feeling well for extra cuddles, but still you gotta be sure.
"Do you think you ate too much?"
"No"
"Do you think you ate too fast?"
"Huh unh."
"Do you think a cuddle would help?"
She got a big smile and said "Yes"
So I put my arm around her and cuddled her as close as her booster seat would allow. But persisted...
"When was the last time you went potty today?"
"At Laurie's..." Laurie was her babysitter, so before she was picked up so that would be before 4pm, it was after 8 now and she'd just finished eating a little over a half hour ago.
"You think that might be the problem? I asked her.
"Maybe.." 
"Well when we get home why don't you change into your nightie and see if maybe you can't go potty and maybe that will help your tummy, ok"
"Ok" she said "Daddy?"
"Yes baby?"
"I love you!!!" This was another favorite game. I loved it too! Shhhhhhh, that's a secret.
"Love you too baby!"

When we got home, she went to change and I let Tasha the wonder dog out to do her business. As I let Tasha back in Katie emerged from her bedroom wearing her short nightie, gave a little twirl to watch it spin out and said "All done Daddy"
"Did you put your dirty clothes away?"
"Yep"
"Ok then why don't you go back to the bathroom and see if you can go potty before bedtime, ok?"
"Ok Daddy" and off she went, typical 90 or nothing running down the hall with Tasha in tow.
"No running..." I ineffectually called down the hall behind her. "And wash your hands when you're done!" 

I sat down, picked up the remote and started searching for something we could snuggle and watch together until it was time for bed.
It seemed to be taking her a long time...and she was at that age where she loved playing in the water, loving the way it felt when it ran over her hands. 
So I stealthily started down the hall, thinking that's what I'd catch her doing. I was almost to the bathroom and I thought I heard water splashing....gotcha!

Just as I got to the door Katie came out with the hem of her nightie held up stomach high creating a bowl....filled with puke!
She looked up at me and said:
"Daddy, don't be mad...I got sick..."
About that time Tasha the wonder dog appeared from the bathroom covered in puke from the top of her head, down one whole side of her body, walked to the middle of the hall....and shook! Ugh!
"TASHA!!!" Oh my god it went everywhere!!!
"It's Ok, Katie...here let's get you out of that dirty nightie and cleaned up..." 
Back into the bathroom I stripped off the nightie careful not to spill...and tossed it in the tub, got the dog to hop in and closed the shower doors confining the damage she could do. Got Katie cleaned up, changed into a fresh nightie and put to bed. A bucket next to her bed, with the admonition that if she felt sick again to "use the bucket".
Back down to the bathroom, turned on the shower and got the dog depuked, before rinsing out the nightie after emptying it's contents into the toilet. Toweled the dog dry, wrung out the nightie and put it over the curtain rod to dry.

I was just coming up the hall when I heard:
"DADDY???........UUUUURRRRPPP!!" Splat!!
"Oh no..."
As I walked into Katie's room she was sitting up in bed, puke down the fresh nightie and all over the bedding...
"Katie, why didn't you use the bucket honey???"
"I tried Daddy..."
"Ok, Ok...it's alright...here just stand up and get that nightie off, we'll get you a clean one..."
So I got her cleaned up again, stripped off the bed and remade it while she sat on the couch with the bucket between her legs.
Then back to bed, while I shook out the sheets in the tub, and put them in the washing machine and started it.
Wiped down the walls and the ceiling...damn dog.
Back up the hall.
"Daddy....I think...UUURRRRPPP!"
SHIT! I'm running out of nighties and sheets!
"Awww baby, did you get sick again?"
"Unh huh...but I used the bucket..."
"Oh good job sweetheart..."

And that's how the rest of my night went, every 
20 min. on the 20 min. All. Night. Long.

Kathy got home about midnight and asked:
"How was your Daddy/Daughter night?"
"Oh Babe...do you owe me big time!" I chuckled, shaking my head.

About three months later I had to close our bedroom door to get to the breaker panel(it was behind our bedroom door for some reason) when a piece of taco shell fell on my shoulder. "What the...???"
Oh god the dog!!! When she shook...crap went everywhere!!!

Thankfully other Daddy/Daughter days went much better! Love my little Katie Bug!

Be Well Folks!

Beastly Bear