Thursday, October 30, 2008
I hate living with clutter and messiness, but I've never been a neat person. My mother used to exhaust herself yelling at me to pick up my room when I was younger. My half of my college dorm room was the one strewn with clothes (clean and dirty), books, and papers. In my current house the clutter used to accumulate until I got really cranky about it and flew into a maelstrom of cleaning and organizing.
A couple of years ago, when I was laid up with a back injury, my parents got me a housekeeper for six months. Oh, my God. HEAVEN.
I cannot express the difference it has made in our home. Not in just the obvious, hey! clean countertops! way, but in that I don't find myself bitching at my husband and kids as much, or feeling the resentment build until I break down and attack the clutter. It worked out so well, that I made some cuts in the budget to keep her on after the six months were up. She comes every two weeks, leaving me with just the tidying-up cleaning in between. I figured that I was the most pathetic person ever if I couldn't at least manage that.
I still need to work on the organizing, though. The kids bring home a small forest's worth of papers from school each week. Right now my "filing" technique involves piling them next to my dresser, which is an improvement over the crazy pile I used to keep in the dining room. Sigh. Baby steps.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
He ended up choosing Zachary, which I love. And it was his idea to give him Parker as his middle name, as my Father was an only child, and only had daughters, so that name was pretty much done, you know. I loved the idea.
We lost Zachary when he was four days old, and then later had a miscarriage, and really didn't expect to have anymore kids. It just didn't' seem to be in the cards for us. But we did still talk about names. We were visiting an old family cemetery on his side of the family and as soon as we saw his Grandmother's maiden name was Reese....that was all she wrote. We knew if we did have another son, he would be Reese.
And so that is how we ended up with Reese. And we kept the middle name the same as Zachary's.
Then came the last boy...I had always wanted to name a child after my Grandmother, MaMaw, could walk on water as far as I was concerned. But since he was a boy, Annabelle just wasn't going to work, you know? So, we chose her maiden name; Griffith. We toyed with another middle name, but felt that since the first two had Parker, it seemed wrong to use another and well, in the end, I LOVE all of my boys names!
I love how people use family names for their kids, maybe it's just how I roll, lol
Monday, October 27, 2008
The subject touched a nerve because lots of people jumped in to either sympathize with me, or to tell me that they could help me out. Although it was skewed on the side of pack rats, there were quite a few neatniks in the bunch.
How about you? Are your sock drawers near as a pin? Do you alphabetize your spice rack?
Or are you like me? Junk drawers overflowing, socks unmatched in a laundry basket and piles of papers sitting on your desk.
I'd rather cut the grass, take out the trash, vacuum, pay bills or dust the entire house rather than organize. It's a curse.
I've declared November "Get My Shit Together Month." I'm going to find a place for everything. That way when I ask my family to put things away, they'll know exactly where to go.
Wishful thinking right? I've always been an optimist!!! (Or should I say, I live in a constant state of denial? Optimist sounds so much better.)
Sunday, October 26, 2008
With our second pregnancy, we knew that our blessing was another little girl. We couldn't decide between another K. L. or B. E. name. At the baby shower, all the guest come up with their favorite name combinations. The front winners were Kendell Lauren, Kalista Lillian, Brianna Elizabeth, Brinn Emerson, and Bryleigh Eden, but until she was born, everyone called her Baby Chili Pepper. At 42 weeks and 2 1/2 days of labor, Bryleigh Eden was born. As of right now, she is the only Bryleigh in the area...that we know of...but her best little boyfriend down the street is named Riley.
Kyla's middle name is after my grandmother...who was such a wonderful and loving woman...just like Kyla. Bryleigh's name was a combination of my husband's first name and my middle name. So in essence, both girls have family names.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
For a while, he was Thomas William, then he was William Arthur, then Thomas Arthur. One day I had decided his name had to be Max and I started calling him that all the time. But my ex still wanted William or Arthur in the mix. So we named him William Maxwell, but we call him Max and he is registered in school as W. Maxwell.
I just don't like the name William, period.
But then I got to give him is Hebrew name and I named him for my father and grandfather - Tavi Israel. So It all worked out for the best.
And that's another cool thing about being Jewish - you get second chances with names.
When I found out that my oldest was going to be a girl, I pored over name books, made lists, solicited opinions, and pondered. We rejected Sophie Anne, when my uncle remarked that it sounded like a French hooker's name (but I still like it). With great pride, my husband and I finally settled on Hannah Elizabeth. Classic, non-nicknameable, and unique without being weird. Perfect.
The nurse who handed me my tiny, swaddled baby on that snowy February morning remarked matter-of-factly, "This is the sixth Hannah Elizabeth we've had since January first!" And, sure enough, while nowhere near the glut of 1970's Jenny's, there has usually been one other Hannah in her elementary school classes. Damn it.
Our second daughter was named for my grandmother: Kathleen Grace. The name went well with my older daughter's, and I loved the idea of honoring my Mamaw, who has been such a beloved figure in my life. We call her Kate, which I think has that perfect balance of strong and feminine, and reminds me of Katharine Hepburn.
Luckily, we had no boys. My husband was determined to use the name Hamilton, despite my conviction that a kid saddled with that name would get his butt kicked on the playground on a regular basis. I think I would have had to play the "I Suffered To Give Birth To Your Child" card, so I could name him myself.
Friday, October 24, 2008
My oldest is named for St. Augustine, but he goes by Austin. St. Augustine first resisted his mother's efforts to convert him to the Church. He even had a concubine! But he came around. I went to a Catholic college, and lived in St. Augustine Hall. His middle name is a family name, which is my father's middle name, and his mother's maiden name.
My second is named for Mary Magdalene (Magdalen), but she goes by Maggie. Mary Magdalene was one cool lady. Hey, just because you screw up your early years, doesn't mean you can't be a friend to Jesus. I hope all of my kids remember that. Her middle name is her Grandpa's name.
My third is named after the apostle John. He was the only one who stood by Jesus during the Passion, and Jesus made him the guardian of his mother, Mary. His middle name is after my husband's brother. He goes by Jack.
Our youngest daughter, though, has a beautiful story that goes with her name. By now, you are all thinking I am a religious nut. Really, I'm not!!!! After 3 kids, my husband was really through. I, however, thought I wanted one more child, but didn't want that issue to come between us. So I was in church one day, and I prayed that God would take away my desire for a 4th child. I heard a voice, as clear as if someone were sitting next to me, say, you are going to have a daughter, and her name is Grace. I was like, WEIRD. I must really want a kid. I am starting to imagine things. It happened that I was driving home to my parents that weekend, to take the kids to see their grandparents. As we returned from the weekend, I saw a billboard that I have never seen since, and had never seen before (and I have traveled up and down this path of I-70 a million times). It said GRACE HAPPENS. It was an ad for some religious group. 9 months later our daughter Grace was born. Her middle name is after my husbands mom.
Now I selected these names because they were traditional solid names. My daughter wishes she were named something bizarre like Dweezil, and my son just wants me to call him "Cobra". I run through the gamut when I call them (sometimes I include the cats names!), most of the time, it's "Hey, you..." ;-)
Thursday, October 23, 2008
One of them was always frantically calling me from upstairs saying "I DON'T HAVE
SOCKS. MOM YOU DIDN'T WASH THE SHIRT I WANTED TO WEAR etc etc
A neighbor of mine said why don't they do their own wash duhhh why didn't Ithink of that.
That was a "load" off my shoulders. Sometimes a simple suggestion can make life so much
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
She looked at me and said, "Just don't do anything stupid, Sass."
Words to live by, my friends. Words to live by. ;)
I force myself to step outside of the daily routine, which can easily become consuming, and carve out special time with the kids. On Monday of this week, instead of picking the kids up from school and heading home, I packed their after-school snacks into little wicker baskets and drove down to the river. We munched and chatted on the riverbank, enjoying the last of the autumn leaves and an unusually warm afternoon. There was plenty of time for homework and laundry when we got home.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Isn't that the truth? It is so easy to be the one who lends a hand. I love to make a meal for a friend who is ill, wrap a special gift when I see someone who needs cheering up, take carpool turns when my friends are overwhelmed. But when I am the one who is overwhelmed, I don't want anyone to know. I guess I don't want anyone to see a chink in the armour.
So Dad really did know best.
He also taught me how to crochet. He learned when he was in the Navy. I love that guy!
"What is the best advice that someone gave you and why?"
From a very young age, my parents always told me that I could date who ever I wanted, but I would know when I met the person I should marry when I could see myself growing old with that person. At the time, I thought it was a bunch of silly words that they were using to "control" who I dated.
Well, I didn't listen to that advice and became involved in an early relationship to a man who was "bad news". Good thing that when I finally was able to remove myself from that situation, my parents' advice came back to me. From the moment I talked to my husband, I knew he was the one for me. Not only could I see myself growing old with him, but I also knew that (and this sounds so cheesy) while I was a complete person already, he enhanced me.
We just celebrated our 10th Wedding Anniversary and are the blessed parents of two beautiful girls. While we aren't trying to hurry up the aging process, we do look forward to aging gracefully together.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Flying (well, I'm not exactly afraid...it's a control issue...it makes me uncomfortable but I'm getting better as I've had to do a fair amount of it in the last couple of years)
Fire...not fireplaces and candles...forrest fire....house fire...the really destructive kind.
Losing my family...I know I can't control that but the thought of something happening to my husband or one my of children...
Hospitals...make me go into a room where a person is hooked up to wires and tubes and I WILL have a panic attack.
And I'm not wild about the dark if I'm home alone. That about sums it up!!
Sunday, October 19, 2008
- Scary Movies
- Small Spaces
- Dying Young
- Losing My Loved Ones
While the last three seem to be pretty common with other women, the first four have been a source of torment to me for years. I have had people go out of their way to touch me with their feet or try to touch mine. A former supervisor put a gigantic fake spider on my desk chair when I was hugely pregnant and I almost went into labor! She is the same supervisor that gave me a copy of "Killer Clowns From Outer Space" as a "gift". Not sure why I still like her and count her as a friend...guess I am just plain silly.
For example...I needed a rental in Memphis, TN. The guy who came to get me was African American and he was driving really sloow when everyone else, who I noticed to be white was breezing right by us. I asked him what the heck was going on- he said 'oh ma'am, white cops don't like us much and will find a reason to stop me so I just go slow so that they dont have a reason to stop me'.
That made me sad. What a way to live.
In any case, put aside all political affiliations, and let's just think about Obama, his family, etc.
Are we (in we I say my diverse group of friends) the only ones who fear that if Mr. Obama gets elected someone will try something as stupid as was done with JFK, MLK, and so on?
That is something I fear...I hope it never comes to fruition, but having lived in the 'deep south' and seen the hatred still be alive and kickin'....it just worries me a tiny bit...because there are just too many crazy people out there.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
But I also fear not being accepted - I wish I could get past my own internal insecurities and just really let go and fully enjoy life and it's experiences.
I am getting better at it, but I still have work to do.
Talking about it helps, so thank you all for listening.
This is why I am in fear of myself......at least what comes out of my mouth that is not filtered:)
Thursday, October 16, 2008
I know it's a cliche.
Hypochondriac, you ask? Baby, I wrote the book. It peaked tremendously during both of my pregnancies (I totally blame "ER"). I cornered my OB with lists of symptoms, names of rare diseases I was pretty sure I had, and questions to cover every possible outcome. It got so bad that at one appointment, he leaned in and asked, "Do you read a lot of medical books?" I nodded eagerly, proud that he appreciated my intelligent assessment of symptoms, my heightened awareness of atypical pregnancy maladies.
Instead, he abruptly turned from me and said to my husband, "I want you to take away ALL of her pregnancy books." To me he said, "Watch sit-coms."
And, incidentally, Mommy's Little Happy Pills (thank you, Paxil!) have taken a serious edge off of my hypochondria. Now, when I wake up nauseous, I tend to think it's a 24 hour bug rather than the bird flu or ebola.
My parents are selling their house and going to live in the camper all over the country now. What if they forget to come see me? My husband has a job where he works all day, and the kids are in school, but I'm just here alone. What if they forget to come home?
Okay, those are extreme, and highly unlikely. But, I've noticed when I do visit my hometown, I'm not always friendly to people I see in the store or at a restaurant, because I figure they don't remember who I am. I figure I have probably been forgotten. And that can be a really scary feeling.
Each day when I open my blog to see if there are comments, I figure there won't be. I figure everyone will have moved on to someone funnier, or more interesting, or more intelligent. I figure I'll be forgotten. So far, I've done okay.
So there ya have it. My fear. Not my only one, by far. But probably my most intense.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Please don't take this as a pathetic attempt to pick up some followers. I am just being honest.
Oh flying scares me but I do it all the time the thought of crashing is there on take off and landing. When there is a plane crash I read every detail which stays with me forever.
I was also terrified when my girls were teenagers that they would die in a car crash. They are all mothers now so Thank God all that worrying for nothing.
How about you?
Monday, October 13, 2008
Well, I did it, I have sold my soul to the Devil(well, sort of). I have a friend who gets Botox for a very discounted price. I SWORE that I would never do it!!! After confirming that it was the real thing and when she offered it to me, after I payed full price for a treatment, I threw caution to the wind. I just could not stand the inherited crater being formed between my eyebrows! I was so afraid that someday I would lose something in it:) That is all, just a little Botox and oh so worth it!!!
Pray for me.
But to due to my foolish youth I sun damaged my skin, so last year I had a Obagi Blue Peel to remove some bad pigmentation on my face. Loved the results. Will do it again,time permitting to be out of commission for about 4 days.
Last month I had some Restylane injected around my mouth. Bruised the crap out of my lips. But now I really like it.Don't know how long it will last?? Costs a butt load! No one even seemed to notice,which is good.
Will never go under the knife-NO WAY.
Now, as a mom, I'm more zen about the whole appearance thing. (Hang on - I'll be right back. I'm laughing too hard to type).
Okay, I'm totally not zen. What I am is a freaking chicken and superstitious as hell. I feel like if I chose to go under the knife purely for vanity reasons that some vengeful Old Testament-y God would kill me on the operating table and leave my children motherless. I support anybody's decision to have plastic surgery; I just have too many personal issues to go through with it.
So, instead, I deal with my feelings of inadequacy and continue to spend every spare dime on cute clothes and makeup. (Has anyone tried Smashbox eyeshadow? Is it not THE BEST EVER?)
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Does anyone know if they can do no-incision tummy tucks and boob lifts? Because until that happens, I will be a proud member of the Saggy Boobie Marsupial Mommy Club!
I have had a tummy tuck. Why? Because no matter that I could do 100 crunches without blinking, after a C-Section I could not lose the tummy flab. And I hated it.
S I saved my money, interviewed several plastic surgeons and chose a woman doctor who seemed to understand how I felt. And I loved it.
I instantly felt more attractive and more confident in my wardrobe choices. I loved my flat belly and it took me down the road when I have now lost over 25 more pounds since the surgery. I love how I look in a bikini, a short dress, a tight dress, jeans.
The best part? My DH did not find me any less attractive before or after. He was blind to the whole thing I had going on in my head. Because that's where it was - im my head. He wanted me no matter what. And now I could return that feeling fully, no self confidence issues.
My bottom line - if it will make you happy - YOU - then go for it. Don't do it for anyone but YOU.
I would love to have Barbie's bod, I'm not gonna lie. Who wouldn't want long, shapely legs, a waist that would make Scarlett O'Hara jealous, the perfectly sculpted face, or the full D cup she's sporting?
I would! I would!!
But, sigh, it is not my lot in life. I'm more like overweight Skipper.
If money were not an obstacle, though, what would I do to improve myself???
Well, I'd love perky, supple breasts as much as the next girl, but I don't know if I could go through with implants, just for vanity's sake. It sounds excruciatingly painful. I'd be paranoid that they'd bust. And would they feel fake? I don't know if they'd be worth the risk. I know a few girls who have had implants. The one common denominator was they were very insecure girls. I don't know if the implants helped in that department or not, but I hope so. I am not judging, if they want bigger boobs, they should have them, but I don't know if it's the route I'd choose. I'm sort of a wuss, so imperfect breasts will do.
But on the other hand, I would love to *ahem* even out some differences I've got up top. It would be nice to be symmetrical. It's a toss up on the ta tas.
As for plastic surgery on the face, no. I was blessed with a good enough nose, and the cheekbones and chin are adequate, so I am satisfied. If I weren't so satisfied, then who knows? But I think it'd be so unsettling to one day wake up with a different nose or whatever, even if it was for the better. It'd be so weird. I do think Ashley Simpson's new nose is beautiful, but I also thought she was cute before. To each her own.
Botox and plumping injections are another story. I'd love some now, please!! I already have under eye wrinkles and crow's feet, so bring it on. But I cannot afford this, so it's out of the question. They are only temporary and mostly safe so I would not hesitate if it weren't so expensive.
When it comes to lipo or similar procedures, yes, I say go for it. If I did lose the weight I need to lose, I'd still have a lumpy lower abdomen. It'll never be flat again. The C-section ruined any hope of a flat tummy ever again. I'd take a tummy-tuck if I could afford it.
Face lifts freak me out. They almost always look creepily unnatural. I know nobody wants to look 70, but it's weird to look 35 when you are twice that. Give it up.
And then there are the freaks like Joan Rivers and Michael Jackson that don't know when to stop. They are poster children for what is wrong with plastic surgery. A little enhancement is good, trying to become someone else is just strange and sad.
Would you consider plastic surgery, or have you already had plastic surgery? If so, which procedure and why?
To answer that question. No, I've never had plastic surgery. I've had Botox and I loved it. It really works great. Too bad it's so expensive or I would do it more often. I love that injectibles Restylane or Perlane are getting more and more affordable and I plan on doing more when the price comes down a little. My plan, Botox for my forehead and crows feet, and filler for my marionette lines. I have friends who go every few months and they look awesome!!!
As for actual surgery, I'm not going there, At least not now. Maybe when I'm 60 I'll get an eye lift. ONCE. I do NOT want to look like a freak.
I know tons of ladies with breast implants. Most of them love the results. Personally I would love to have a hot Playboy Bunny rack, but I'm not willing to go through the pain and expense it would require for me to have one. Luckily my husband doesn't want me to. If he asked me to do it, I'd feel pretty crappy.
How about you?
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
I also believe that you are born with your sexual orientation predetermined. However, I believe that in some cases people choose to be gay for other reasons.
There was recently an episode at my daughter's junior high where a rash of kids dropped an elective class because a rumor spread that the teacher was a lesbian. My daughter, who is in that class and who is aware of the basics of homosexuality, said to me, "I don't get why that's a big deal." I was so proud of her.
I've always counted gay people amongst my friends, starting with family friends during my childhood. Some of the best parents of my current acquaintance are gay couples, and I find it inexplicable that some people feel their sexual orientation overshadows their commitment to each other and their children. If we're looking for shocking and unnatural sex acts, I have stories from my (straight) college roommate that would curl your hair, or cause your husband to snort wine out his nose if you decide to share those stories with him at a fancy dinner.
I support equal rights for gays and gay marriage wholeheartedly.
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Tuesday, October 7, 2008
As for my daughters knowing what it means to be Gay...well, right now they are 5 and 10 months. At this age, they are more interested in toys and making sure that they both get the same amount of attention from Mom, Dad, and the rest of the relatives. I am sure that at a later date, this subject will come up. When that time comes, we will discuss it and answer any questions that they may have. Both my husband and I try to parent our children in a way that they are not and will not be afraid to talk with us about anything and everything.
If you are a homosexual relationship, I believe the United States of America should offer you the same rights that other citizens who have formed a similar partnership enjoy. I can’t personally include 'holy matrimony' as one of those rights. I think God intended marriage as a sacrament between a man and a woman. I know a lot of you don't share that opinion, and that's ok. I can honestly see both sides to the argument, and will never really know this side of heaven whether I made the correct interpretation.
My children understand what being gay means. I'm not sure they know anyone that they are certain is gay. My husband has a co-worker who is in a relationship, and we have a great time with her and her partner on company trips. We have had some rousing discussions with both of them trying to swing me over to their way of thinking (politically, of course!!!).
She's been in long term relationships for most of her adult life, 23 years with one partner and about 5 with her current partner. I've been divorced for 10 years and apart from an on again, off again relationship, between kids, career and a sick parent, I've been single. We've often joked that if I were gay, I'd have been single for 10 minutes.
Early in their relationship, her current partner set up a "blind date" (unbeknown to me) with a friend of hers - we all met for dinner and the girl was just great - and not fitting any gay stereotypes at all. After dinner, my sister's partner pulled me aside and asked me what I thought of her...I responded that she was great, a wonderful conversationalist and I hoped we'd all get together again some time.
"No, no, no" she asked - "Are you interested?"
Dumb look on my face, "In what?" I tried to recall the conversation, "Protesting the funding cuts for student aid?" We had talked about tuition issues at the university where they both worked.
Exasperated look on her face - "Your sister was right...you ARE straight" Evidently, I was being hit on and never knew it!!!
It's definitely Nature.
Just put the word "Gay" into a Google Search and it's mind boggling to read all the research that has and is still being done to determine why an individual is Gay.
My feeling is that regardless of why a person is Homosexual has nothing to do with how they should be treated by society. Yes there are some women and men who decide to experiment for the thrill of it and aren't gay this isn't what we are referring to.
My children are grown and are all in Heterosexual relationships. I would not have loved any one of them any less if they had been gay. I know that it's not easy for a parent to accept and the reason is the intolerant smug people that will make life difficult for that child.
My brother who is deceased was gay and it breaks my heart that he was never able to discuss it with my family and therefore had to feel so isolated. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't regret not having sat down and talked about it with him.
Why didn't I ??
1) Not having the balls to lay people off in person. What the hell is up with a telephone call?
2) Women talking on the phone while driving and not using a hands free device. It's distracting enough to use a phone and drive, why make it worse. And then go 35 in the fast lane on the highway.
3) Speaking of highways - tailgaters are terrifying and jerks.
4) A migraine that will not go away no matter how much medicine I take.
5) Someone foisting their views on me - religious, political, etc. - without being wiling to listen to any alternative viewpoint.
6) Intolerance - I have seen a lot of that lately and it makes me sad.
I could go on, but I do like to think of myself as an optimist.
As for my children, my older daughter has seen some same sex couples in public. I have really just explained that all families are different and some families have two mommies/daddies, or just one of each etc... Both girls, ages 6 & 8 have seemed pretty satisfied with that answer for the time being.
2. Small women in huge SUVs talking on their cell phones while trying to park in the compact car spot at Starbucks
3. Holier than thou anything
4. The View - I have to leave the room when its on.
5. Eagles losing - which has happened more frequently than not this year.
6. Dealing with public agencies - long stories, but don't have a disability or get old...you'll get NO help.
Sunday, October 5, 2008
2. Cigarette smoke
3. People who are ugly and hateful about the political party that they disagree with. Everybody has a reason for why they think the way they think...it's not for us to judge anybody elses motivation. We don't have to agree and I DON'T agree with many folks; however, they are entitled to their feelings. Let's all just calm down, why don't we...
4. Tommy Bowden
6. The holes in my front yard dug by the neighbor's dog.
7. Flying coach (which I do 99% of the time...but it annoys me nonetheless)
8. Whiny people (which I am right now but YOU ASKED!!)
10. People who won't return phone calls...turn off your answering machine if you aren't going to reply
11. People who don't say "thank you"
That's it for the moment...I might be back on this topic later on!!
All that said, I am still participating in the Great Piss Off posting! I have to go there! Who can go through life and not get irritated, even if they are trying like crazy to have a positive mental attitude?
Mine is disrespect. That's a biggie I know. And kind of all encompassing. It would totally cover the lady who was not respectful of the other drivers on the highway when one of my favorite Jersey drivers was tooling around with her mother. It covers my sweet kids when they get a little sassy and ungrateful and are disrespectful to their beautiful momma, and it covers the woman at Mass who can not seem to break herself away from Father's riveting homily to take her SCREAMING child into the very nicely decked out cry room only 50 feet away from her pew, thereby disrespecting the entire congregation.
I think, if everyone just thought about the people around them a little bit, the world would be a nicer place. And it totally pisses me off when the rude SOBs don't.
Phew. I"m glad I got that off my chest. Back to the Happy Game, Aunt Polly!
Saturday, October 4, 2008
- People who think because they have a title they are Holier Than Though and should be treated as tho they are the highest of importance. I'm not talking about people with titles such as Doctors, or Lawyers. I'm talking about people who VOLUNTEER for a position, then think because they are doing this "out of the goodness of their heart" we should bow down to them and kiss the ground they walk on. Nope, not happening here people!
- Father's who forget they have a family from their first marriage. These guys claim to still love & cherish their children, but yet still put them last on the list of priorities and the cry when the kids do the same towards them!
- Liars. I am pretty sure that everyone knows a "liar" and knows where I am coming from on this one, right?
- People who are always right, or think they are right. Doesn't matter the subject, or whatever, they know it all. As my husband says "they've been there, done that", but not really, they just think they have.
See, I told you there were a lot of things that tick me off, I'll just stop here so you guys don't think I'm the angriest person alive, LOL
Friday, October 3, 2008
I thought Sarah Palin did a wonderful job in the debate. Alot of people predicted that she would fail and fail miserably. She surprised everyone and like I knew she would...held her own against a seasoned Washington DC Political Insider.
So, it just ticks me off how the press (and the Hollywood Elite) keep talking about how horrible she is...how she lost the debate...how she was too "folk-sy"...how awful it would be if she became Vice President...that it is like a "BAD DISNEY MOVIE"!?!? If that is the case, why don't they move to Canada? And speaking of moving out of our Wonderful Country, are they not the same people that said pretty much the same thing when W was running for re-election? Why didn't they honor their word and move?
Also, I had mentioned in a previous post about how I like to learn about the candidates. In that line of thought, this needs to be mentioned. Before last nights debate, I had not done alot of research on Biden. After his heartfelt comments about "knowing what it is like to be a single parent" and "leaning over the bed of an injured child, praying that they will live"...I had to research him further.
Did you know that his wife and 3 children were involved in a serious car accident shortly after he won his first election? I didn't. His young wife had taken the children to pick out a Christmas tree and they were hit by a large truck as they pulled onto the street. The wife and 13 month old daughter were killed. His two sons were critically injured and hospitalized for many months. He immediately tried to resign his position, but was talked out of it. So for countless months, he rode the train 1 1/2 hours each way to work so that he could be home each night to sit by the bedside of his injured boys. WOW...
But in closing, I just had to include this photo of Sarah and her beautiful little boy.
She is my Mommy Hero!
1. People who don't know how to listen to others. You know the ones, they have to be the one talking all the time. They have to be the center of attention. They talk loud, especially when they think they are saying something funny, so everyone can hear them. Shut the hell up!
2. Men who talk down to women.
3. People who brag about what they have, and then say they don't like to talk about money. Name dropping about the designer things they buy. I don't care what kind of car you drive. My car is paid for. I don't care how big your house is, I owe less than half on mine. I don't care about who made your purse. I buy things I like, not because it's a Gucci, or Prada. Keeping up with the Joneses is for the people who are insecure.
4. Rosie O'Donnell and her big mouth.
5. Stuck-up people, you might be prettier, you might be skinnier, and you might even have more money, but you are not better than me.
Believe me, I could go on and on but I'll stop...for now.
I have heard Bill O'Reilly on Fox News say that Alcoholism is not an illness he said that Alcoholics just "like to drink". Gee Billy Boy I hope none of your children or grandchildren take a liking to booze.
When a family has a problem with one of their children many of these people sit back blame the parents and think it can never happen to them.
What has happened to compassion ? Humility ?
Remember no act of kindness no matter how small is ever wasted.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Super-Happy People ... bug the living crap out of me. Maybe they really are that chipper all the time, but it always comes across as an act to me. I'm sarcastic and kind of snarky by nature, and I have trouble sustaining perkiness for more than three consecutive minutes. It makes me tired and, frankly, so do they.
Overly-Permissive Parents - You're making the rest of us look bad to our kids. Knock it off.
Two or More Gray Days in a Row - I have a hard enough time getting up in the morning when I've stayed up way too late watching reality television. Sun would be helpful.
Aggressive Drivers - Really? Riding my butt in traffic is going to get you there faster? Not when I slow waaaaay down because you're pissing me off.
Cleaning - I hate it with a passion normally reserved for things like land wars in Asia. HATE. HAAAATE. Are we clear?
I have that twitch in my eyelid, the one that you can't control, that comes anytime it feels like it and makes you feel like the world can tell your eyelid is moving.
That's my life right now and it's the biggest irritant I have. I could call it "the broken mirror", because I'm pretty sure it started when I broke a mirror on New Years Day. So for the next 6 years and 3 months I can expect things to happen over which I have no control, that disrupt my life completely, that happen without warning and get better, worse and better all within the same day/week/month. And I can expect to feel like the whole world can tell my life is crazy even though I go to great lengths to appear calm, collected and together on the outside.
Right now, I can handle just about anything else. Not much else bothers me. I mean really bothers me. I guess it's a good thing. Meanwhile I really need to google *curse of the broken mirror*.
-Hypocrisy-in just about any form. People who say one thing and do another, that sort of thing.
-People who call my office for help, and then insist that what I tell them is wrong and that it can't possibly be that way. If you don't want to hear my answer, don't call for help. If you're that smart, then why are you calling Tech Support in the first place?
-Complete and total pessimism-I can understand pessimism to a certain point, even I get that way sometimes. (though rarely...I'm one of the most optimistic, happy people you will ever meet). But at some point pessimism becomes a "woah is me" whining fest and half the time it's the person's own fault for the way they are feeling. Despite what some people think, the world is out to get them, and everyone's thought process DOES NOT include "and what can I do to hurt or upset
-Misuse of basic math terms. Always been a pet peeve. You DO NOT 'plus' something or 'minus' something, you 'add' or 'subtract' it. 'Plus' and 'minus' are reserved for use in reading things like 2+2 or 10-3. The misuse of the words to say "You plus 3 to 5" seriously grates on my nerves and makes the speaker sound like an uneducated idiot. (I apologize if anyone does it, it's just a real pet peeve of mine)
I'm sure there are lots of other things, but those are some of the top ones that come to mind immediately.
- Having my (rightful) anger or frustration being attributed to "getting ready to start your deal" . Guess what "deal" that is? Guess whose blockhead husband says this? Having my anger, temperment, or bad mood belittled to being b/c of "female" problems is insulting. And no matter how many times I explain this, I just end up more and more mad, he still can't get it through his thick head, and it's a waste of time. Why do men say stupid stuff like this? You know, it could be b/c the lack of help, the demand on my time/energy, and being tired after working and then coming home and working some more that could be making me a bitch. Not hormones.
- People that feel that "no smoking" bans in restaurants and other public places tread on their rights as Americans. YES, assholes, you have EVERY right to kill yourself slowly and to stink like trash. HOWEVER, you DO NOT have the right to do so if it makes EVERYONE else around you have to breathe it, also (and stink). THAT'S treading on OUR rights to BREATHE CLEAN OXYGEN. So go smoke your cigarettes in your own house and leave the rest of us to breathe and smell nice.
- And for that matter, people who smoke in their cars when children are strapped in the backseat. You DON'T have to smoke. You might think you do, but believe me, you will survive if you have to wait 5 minutes to smoke. But go ahead and be a selfish ass and make others in the car cough, stink, and gasp. Especially those who have no control over their own lives.
- Insurance companies. Do I really need to elaborate? You pay them monthly/yearly without fail, and then they do everything in their power to not pay you when you have a claim. Nice.
I think I need to stop. I could go on and on, due to my "woman troubles" of course, but I will spare you all. LOL.
I also gave much more serious consideration to being President. Of the World. Seriously. Then I learned there wasn't one, and again my hopes were dashed.
I never really set a specific goal for myself, but there was one vision I always had with regards to my grown-up life. I pictured myself wearing a black turtleneck sweater, a red plaid skirt, black tights, black boots, and a little beret. I had a little curly-headed girl (assuming she was my future daughter), and we were walking out of an apartment onto what appeared to be a city street.
Yup. That's all I saw. Some clothes and a random child.