tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724594058209899258.post6470265315252548672..comments2024-03-28T15:36:02.733-04:00Comments on EPBOT: Arguing Like a Grown-UpJenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11888187687405622408noreply@blogger.comBlogger89125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724594058209899258.post-37422826846104983332011-01-27T21:40:31.979-05:002011-01-27T21:40:31.979-05:00I laughed so freakin hard reading this, even my 2....I laughed so freakin hard reading this, even my 2.5er asked "What funny, Mommy?? What readin??" (btw, this same child loves looking at CW with me, bc she loooooves cake, and I love your commentary.)<br /><br />Thank you for sharing your flimsy chair throwing skills with us! One time, many moons ago...when we were oh so young, my now husband, put his fist through my then rented town home's bedroom door-- he then peeped his head through the hole he made and said sheepishly, "oops. I didn't mean to do that." We both broke out into laughter...I then apologized for running his phone over with my car. lolz. <br /><br />:)Pretty Birdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05174971193015064805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724594058209899258.post-52103125553747594452011-01-24T17:04:42.206-05:002011-01-24T17:04:42.206-05:00On rare occasions I have been known to in a fit of...On rare occasions I have been known to in a fit of rage throw things, specifically my cell phone, not at anyone but at the wall. Every time I have done this boyfriend comments on how I need to control my anger and not throw things. He always would express such disappointment for my behavior and would tell me how it felt to watch someone freak-out.<br /><br />So, during one particular fight boyfriend decided to show me what it was like to witness the rage of someone throwing something. So in his infinite wisdom he picked up a plastic tray of mini cupcakes all adorned with colorful confetti and threw it across the kitchen. There was a split second where time had frozen and I could tell as the tray left his hand he had instantly regretted it. We then both watched in amazement as tiny cupcakes flew out of the tray leaving behind their colorful confetti as they soared through the kitchen in many different directions. Since his plan had backfired so horrifically the aftermath was comical to me but not to him. I could barely contain my laughter as I tried to help him clean up the mess. There was frosting and little confetti everywhere, on the ceiling, under the couch (yes some rolled into the living room). It was so bad that when we moved out of that apartment into our current place) we were still finding stray confetti. <br /><br />We look back on that day and laugh hysterically and refer to it as the great cupcake incident. <br /><br />I have still been known to occasionally hurl my phone into the wall…but boyfriend has since embraced it and has stopped trying to teach me lessons.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724594058209899258.post-78920023726507690802011-01-24T15:55:44.591-05:002011-01-24T15:55:44.591-05:00Oh Jen (and other commenters), how do you know whe...Oh Jen (and other commenters), how do you know when I need to hear these things the most? I really needed to read this today.<br /><br />I used to have a horrid temper, stemming from my mother's Irish side. It was mainly because my mother and I would have "Shi*t hit the ceiling fan" fights. <br />I've since mellowed and now let her rant and yell, but I no longer yell back as I found it to be unproductive and never made me feel better. But when I played flute, back in middle school, I used to vent my anger by banging it on my music stand so hard that it was no longer straight. Luckily I didn't have to pay for repairs because I "dropped it". :P<br />My temper has mellowed and I tend to lock myself in the bathroom or closet to stew and cry until my hubby comes in and hugs me and talks it out with me. Every once in awhile I get the urge to run away, which is to say, run around the block to put my anger into the pavement. Hubby doesn't like me doing that, as he is afraid I won't come back, and either pulls a John and holds me or goes with me. <br /><br />It's nice to know we're not all alone in our tempers and frustrations. :)Alisonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724594058209899258.post-44555989335609526602011-01-23T23:11:04.785-05:002011-01-23T23:11:04.785-05:00As bad as it is that we're all united in this ...As bad as it is that we're all united in this anger, I've got to say it's not to be alone. Single now, but when I was with my long-term boyfriend, our fights would get ridiculous. I've got two styles: the cold, painfully sarcastic insults (think Severus Snape in a normal mood) stage, and then the screaming my head off, likely crying, still brilliant insults (think Snape going apoplectic at Fudge in the third book). Both were exacerbated by the fact my ex would alternate between calm, talking-me-down mode, to suddenly screaming right back at me.<br /><br />Never thrown anything, but with my first ex, I gave him a nice shiner after he broke my nose. I was proud of that one.jayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11349232456328319714noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724594058209899258.post-64298194271598038452011-01-23T01:03:55.270-05:002011-01-23T01:03:55.270-05:00As much as I don't want to say this, but, that...As much as I don't want to say this, but, that post was hilarious. Mostly because I related so SO closley. However my tantrum days are mostly over since it was during pregnancy that I had the tendancy to lobb objects at my husband who would simply dodge them by moving slowly to the side or not moving at all, since I can't seem to aim well during anger and hormones. I'm so glad you can joke about it! We joke about it every time we remember my being pregnant with our son... though I almost hit him in the forehead with my ring... so close!Heather D.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724594058209899258.post-48688622382664555172011-01-22T11:19:41.093-05:002011-01-22T11:19:41.093-05:00Jen- off topic, but this woman makes beautiful thi...Jen- off topic, but this woman makes beautiful things!<br />www.demilunes.blogspot.comAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724594058209899258.post-75726450341790170852011-01-21T15:43:11.271-05:002011-01-21T15:43:11.271-05:00Absolutely hilarious, I love that I can relate to ...Absolutely hilarious, I love that I can relate to a complete stranger so well!!!! My hubby thought it was "cute" when I got mad until the day I went bat sh*t crazy and my keys went flying at his headUnknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12224289401423274543noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724594058209899258.post-24720706702821161682011-01-21T14:26:29.032-05:002011-01-21T14:26:29.032-05:00My husband and I are the same way. We rarely figh...My husband and I are the same way. We rarely fight, but when we do, Oh MAN it's *ON*!!<br /><br />It tends to last maybe 15 minutes tops. I've even flat-out laughed in the middle of it sometimes, saying "Why are we doing this?!" because it's so rare, and in the abstract, kinda funny.<br /><br />Never thrown anything though! I guess I'll have to work on that. ;)Odiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08002586470803878101noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724594058209899258.post-60478016390460871832011-01-21T01:23:43.343-05:002011-01-21T01:23:43.343-05:00I never usually post a comment, but I had to here ...I never usually post a comment, but I had to here because I know just how you feel - my hubby and I usually fight like that (me deploying silent treatment, him pretending not to notice) except for one rip roaring shouting match years ago when I decided to emphasize my point by throwing dishes. Except all my dishes were Corell, and bounced harmlessly off the tile floor. The absurdity of me hammering a plate against the counter repeatedly finally had us laughing hard enough to forget what the fight was about in the first place.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724594058209899258.post-14136259121866070002011-01-20T17:05:20.246-05:002011-01-20T17:05:20.246-05:00*sob*
That's the story of love, man. Right the...*sob*<br />That's the story of love, man. Right there.Pilgrimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05710187264785533699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724594058209899258.post-19691263782982135672011-01-20T16:58:04.196-05:002011-01-20T16:58:04.196-05:00Ha! I'm sure my significant other would apprec...Ha! I'm sure my significant other would appreciate the coma state. However, I am a volatile mess! And I box... fortunately (for him) he's a cop AND does jui jitsu. So, he can block most of my punches :-DLauranoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724594058209899258.post-19800455786223042212011-01-20T16:43:05.310-05:002011-01-20T16:43:05.310-05:00Hey, work the bat-sh*t crazy mode! In fact, It'...Hey, work the bat-sh*t crazy mode! In fact, It's the only one I have! Note the nickname...... it was lovingly bestowed upon me by my dearest significant other as a testement to both my monumental black hair, and teh fact that I have the arguing styl of an eraged Azakaban escapee.<br />But....Hmmm.....chairs. Now that's something I might try. Though i tend for the vases. I tend to keep a stock of cheap vases on hand for throwing when I'm going on a murdurous ranpage.Give 'em a try?Bellatrixnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724594058209899258.post-14492084978288625332011-01-20T15:15:49.669-05:002011-01-20T15:15:49.669-05:00I find slamming wooden doors repeatedly to be very...I find slamming wooden doors repeatedly to be very effective in getting peoples away from me when I have a serious case of THE MADS.<br />Plus I can not break any important furniture of hurt the cats in my mega hissy fit.<br /><br />Try it, you might like it. And it can not stand up in court...Samnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724594058209899258.post-15738519602379119572011-01-20T15:08:33.900-05:002011-01-20T15:08:33.900-05:00Oh My this one has computer cases one is R2D2!!! A...Oh My this one has computer cases one is R2D2!!! <a href="http://www.hongkiat.com/blog/8-computer-casings-not-like-any-others/" rel="nofollow">Awesome!</a>Jessicahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10399502465129983856noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724594058209899258.post-66578383304550896972011-01-20T14:30:40.868-05:002011-01-20T14:30:40.868-05:00I can't believe that in over 72 comments, not ...I can't believe that in over 72 comments, not one person has posted a concern that, gee whiz, throwing things and resorting to violence is not okay. Really people? I mean, switch the genders and see if it's okay. Would you think it's funny if a husband hurled a chair (or at least attempted to) at his wife? Or punched her in the kidneys? And all these people saying how relieved they are that they're not the only violent spousal abuser?! Look, violence is bad m'kay. You shouldn't do it. And just 'cuz you're a girl, and you've been taught that you can't really hurt a big strong man, and it's cute and feisty when you're violent, doesn't mean it is. Violence is violence, and you should stop it. And if you can't, go see a counselor.Voltairehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10125980499313675373noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724594058209899258.post-40502577037833088262011-01-20T14:10:25.690-05:002011-01-20T14:10:25.690-05:00OMG you have to look at <a href="http://ww...OMG you have to look at <a href="http://www.hongkiat.com/blog/unusual-computer-mice-you-probably-havent-seen-before/:>this site</a>, they have a Steampunk mouse for the computer!!Jessicahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10399502465129983856noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724594058209899258.post-9839003996955874712011-01-20T13:19:14.389-05:002011-01-20T13:19:14.389-05:00I love love love this post. I have a similar argum...I love love love this post. I have a similar argument style. :0) (BWT...I notice the BlogHer event banner says "By now and save $100.00" Erm...)Meitrannannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724594058209899258.post-77387961609812341442011-01-20T09:32:12.371-05:002011-01-20T09:32:12.371-05:00Jen, I love your stories!Jen, I love your stories!Marissa and Aidanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18280101246714524669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724594058209899258.post-8803813958774810502011-01-20T09:22:38.596-05:002011-01-20T09:22:38.596-05:00Note to self...
don't p!ss off any of the oth...Note to self... <br />don't p!ss off any of the other Epbot readers....<br />or Jen for that matter. <br /><br />Worst fight DH and I have had was a few years ago. Can't really remember what the fight was about, but he stormed off to bed without eating the dinner I had just put on the table. <br />So I fed it to the dogs...<br />An hour or so later when we'd made up, he says "Oh babe, I'm starving. I'm sorry I stormed off and didn't eat what you cooked for me. Is it in the fridge?" <br />The look on his face was priceless when I told him that I'd fed it to the dogs. Needless to say, after a vegemite sandwich for dinner, and the dogs looking at him smugly because they scored the chicken kiev, he's never stormed off and refused dinner since :)Ritahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09290463777017843229noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724594058209899258.post-18944024512744331912011-01-20T00:43:51.674-05:002011-01-20T00:43:51.674-05:00I once got super mad and kicked a hole in the wall...I once got super mad and kicked a hole in the wall of military housing (and subsequently had my first lesson in drywall repair). Once I recovered from the shock, I vowed to never give in to the impulse to anything that might cause permanent damage. These days I don't usually get so steamed (I'm single now-not a result of the kicking incident, however)these days, but when I do, I break out the cleaner and scouring sponge and hit the shower. Not nearly as much fun as kicking or throwing things, but better on my environment.<br />Thanks for sharing Jen!Annienoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724594058209899258.post-14794536196482705132011-01-20T00:00:36.882-05:002011-01-20T00:00:36.882-05:00OK, I have to comment. Once, way back when, I had...OK, I have to comment. Once, way back when, I had a parent come into my classroom and start berating and complaining and generally making herself a royal pain. This scenario becomes a bit more complicated when you take into account that I have known her for decades, work with her husband (a fellow teacher), and she was not a parent of a child in my class. And I was menstruating.<br /><br />Needless to say, she stepped over the line with her verbal barfing, I verbally reamed her a new orfice without actually swearing, and threw her out of my (empty, after school) classroom. Then I slammed the door, picked up a kid's chair, and flung the sucker all the way across the room (bouncing off desks and knocking stuff over, but not actually breaking anything). Picture a sobbing primal shout accompanying the flung furniture. The janitor briefly stuck his head in and I barked, "I'M FINE." at him without even a question, and he beat a hasty retreat. Needless to say my wonderful principal came in to talk me off the cliff, the husband of the woman I offended by chucking out came to berate me for treating his wife rudely, and my principal took my side and let me hide in her office until my eyes stopped bulging from my sockets. I don't throw things often but that was epic.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724594058209899258.post-35031102065419929292011-01-19T23:22:51.483-05:002011-01-19T23:22:51.483-05:00I am usually a crier. however i do get the need to...I am usually a crier. however i do get the need to throw things at times of intense frustration or anger (option B). but i throw pillows. and accourding to my hubby yes they do hurt. but they dont break anything when i miss. <br />KimKimnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724594058209899258.post-57737224978568906582011-01-19T22:12:50.842-05:002011-01-19T22:12:50.842-05:00I'm a silent angry person. Passive aggression ...I'm a silent angry person. Passive aggression in overtime. Clinking silverware, slamming laptops, clenching jaw. But when I do talk I do so in an explicitly sarcastic way.<br /><br />"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to <i>inconvenience you</i>. Here. Let me step aside and let you do whatever is obviously <i>way</i> more important that whatever petty thing that <i>I</i> was trying to do, is." <br /><br />I also don't suppress my farts. I do get gassy when upset.Greenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01855081373995780073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724594058209899258.post-88914778636502901732011-01-19T21:31:08.406-05:002011-01-19T21:31:08.406-05:00Thanks for sharing this, Jen. You and John are aw...Thanks for sharing this, Jen. You and John are awesome!<br />My parents are going on 45 years of marriage. It has always been their practice to follow a Bible verse from Ephesians: "Let not the sun go down upon your wrath." Whatever disagreement they were "discussing" they made sure to make peace before bedtime. I love that I never went to bed knowing Mom and Dad were still mad at each other.Marniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10254240216101024881noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724594058209899258.post-80952537100406561252011-01-19T20:43:25.914-05:002011-01-19T20:43:25.914-05:00I look forward to photos of the new steam-powered ...I look forward to photos of the new steam-powered chair-throwing robot in the dining room.Rain Barrel Collectorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10837980539413012624noreply@blogger.com