Maybe I'm just a terrible person, but for the mostpart I can't stand people. They are just plain stupid. Like the moron who is first in line at a stop light, the light turns green and they just sit there. If you are too distracted or plain old stupid to know that you need to proceed on a green light, maybe you should not be driving.
Then there is the person that lets little Jimmy or Nancy run wild in the grocery store. All you hear is "Jimmy don't touch" "Jimmy come back with mommy." "Jimmy leave that alone." Put little Jimmy's little butt in the cart. Problem solved. Oh I forgot, you don't have to have a brain to reproduce. You can tell that by the quality of parents we have in the world today.
I do not think you should beat a child, but a hand applied to the backside (at times) is a good idea.
We went to a dinner theatre over the weekend. It was a sold out show. And everyone was pushing and shoving to get seated. I wanted to yell "Everybody, Relax! You have assigned seats. You will have the same seat if you are seated now or in 10 minutes!" But I just tried to wait patiently. And if you know me, you know it is not easy for me to be patient.
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
Monday, May 7, 2012
Yesterday was my 23rd anniversary. Where has the time gone? Somebody once said that life is like a roll of toilet paper, the closer you get to the end, the faster it goes. That is so true. I am 57. The way I looks right now I will be 65 (or older) before I get to retire. Will I be able to do all the things I want to do when that time comes?
I am so jealous of others I know who have been able to retire early. Do they know how good they have it? Do they know when they make the jokes they think are cute how it makes me want to punch them in the face? When they call me in the middle the day at work and say "What are you doing?" I respond "working" and they they say "Well, I guess somebody has to. he-he-he" What keeps me from just hanging up. I know they think it is a joke and they are being funny. I don't see the humor.
I'm just being nasty today I guess. Maybe tomorrow will be better.
I am so jealous of others I know who have been able to retire early. Do they know how good they have it? Do they know when they make the jokes they think are cute how it makes me want to punch them in the face? When they call me in the middle the day at work and say "What are you doing?" I respond "working" and they they say "Well, I guess somebody has to. he-he-he" What keeps me from just hanging up. I know they think it is a joke and they are being funny. I don't see the humor.
I'm just being nasty today I guess. Maybe tomorrow will be better.
Sunday, March 25, 2012
In early February I was watching Dr. Oz. He had a product on his show made with raspberry ketones and it was suposed to just melt the fat away (along with diet and exercise of course) Anyway, the show made this product sound like it was a dream come true. I searched all over Kansas City for this stuff. I was willing to pay any price to get it. In my mind, Itold myself "If I can find this I'm going to buy it because I would do ANYTHING to get this weight off." Then I stopped.
Seriously? Anything. You LIE! You wouldn't do anything. Because if you would, you would get out your Weight Watcher information, read it, and get back on program. You know it works. So why don't you save your money and just put the program to work for you.
So I did. I got back on plan and started eating my assigned points and the first week I walked a mile each time for 3 times. That first week I lost 3.6 pounds. The next week I lost 4 pounds. The next week I lost 2 and last week I lost 3.
Each week I keep track of what I am eating. I stay in my points and I work out at least 3 times a week. I try for more, but 3 is my goal. I am so excited about what has been going on. Can I keep it up? Can I make it to goal this time?
Now, here is the issue, this is my birthday week. I want so back to stay on track. Not only is my birthday on Tusday, but we leave Thursday for TOPS convention in St Louis. I know if I get my mind made up to stay on track I will. I will take this one day at a time. I will not deprive my self of anything, but I will be careful.
Wish me luck.
Seriously? Anything. You LIE! You wouldn't do anything. Because if you would, you would get out your Weight Watcher information, read it, and get back on program. You know it works. So why don't you save your money and just put the program to work for you.
So I did. I got back on plan and started eating my assigned points and the first week I walked a mile each time for 3 times. That first week I lost 3.6 pounds. The next week I lost 4 pounds. The next week I lost 2 and last week I lost 3.
Each week I keep track of what I am eating. I stay in my points and I work out at least 3 times a week. I try for more, but 3 is my goal. I am so excited about what has been going on. Can I keep it up? Can I make it to goal this time?
Now, here is the issue, this is my birthday week. I want so back to stay on track. Not only is my birthday on Tusday, but we leave Thursday for TOPS convention in St Louis. I know if I get my mind made up to stay on track I will. I will take this one day at a time. I will not deprive my self of anything, but I will be careful.
Wish me luck.
Thursday, March 15, 2012
3/14/12
My life is a mess. My family is a mess and my home is a mess. 1st question: What can I fix? My home for sure. My life somewhat. My family . . . not at all. The answer ? This weekend I am going to do some serious cleaning on my home. Put away, give away or throw away. I need to do this to keep my sanity. If I get my home in order, maybe my life will seem a little better.
Always Family
I wanted an always family,
For all the days of the year.
In good times and bad times
they will forever be near.
I wanted an always family,
to fill my days and nights.
To love me and protect me,
when things aren't going right.
I will in turn be there for them,
when ever they happen to call.
To help them work through problems
no matter how big or small.
I did my part, and I showed up.
I was at their beck and call.
Dried their tears, soothed their fears,
Winter, spring summer and fall.
I got a "sometime" family,
enjoying a life so free.
No one had time to come back home,
when the person in need was me.
You made your choice to live your life,
In a way that's good for you.
Farewell to my sometime family
I've made some choices too.
2/9/12
Always Family
I wanted an always family,
For all the days of the year.
In good times and bad times
they will forever be near.
I wanted an always family,
to fill my days and nights.
To love me and protect me,
when things aren't going right.
I will in turn be there for them,
when ever they happen to call.
To help them work through problems
no matter how big or small.
I did my part, and I showed up.
I was at their beck and call.
Dried their tears, soothed their fears,
Winter, spring summer and fall.
I got a "sometime" family,
enjoying a life so free.
No one had time to come back home,
when the person in need was me.
You made your choice to live your life,
In a way that's good for you.
Farewell to my sometime family
I've made some choices too.
2/9/12
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
5/11/11 A Little space, Please!
In this world where everything is so over crowded and personal space is at a minimum, is it too much to ask that strangers not invade what little bit of personal space we have? What I am talking about is when you are walking along, minding your own business, maybe thinking about the day or things you want or need to get done and then, out of the blue, some stranger shouts a happy "Good Morning" to you.
Now don't get me wrong. I am a morning person. But I share that with people I know. I'm not rude to people and if I happen to make eye contact with someone while walking along I am more than willing to give the courteous good morning nod and smile or even say "Good Morning".
What irritates me is to have a "Good Morning" thrown at you from out of left field. When I go to work I have to walk down long hallways to get from the door to my work station. My day starts very early so usually the hallways are fairly empty. I can either walk down the entire length of the building in which case the entrance to the cafeteria is at about the half way mark. I like to walk that way because the elevator is at the end and I can ride up to my floor. Or I can walk about a third of the way down the hall and take the steps to the next floor and then complete the walk down another hallway the rest of the way to my work station.
I get to work right before the cafeteria opens. There is always people standing there waiting and my issue is this one man, who I do not know, who insists on hollering out a "GOOD MORNING" every time I see him. One day I crossed over to the other side of the hallway and I was even looking at stuff on the wall (looking totally in the other directions from where he was standing) and he still shouted out his greeting.
When I said something to one of my co workers about it they said "He is just being nice". Well, who asked for it. If I don't know you and I am not even looking at you, why on earth would you feel the need to greet me???
So now, I look ahead to see who is waiting for the cafeteria to open and, to avoid the annoying friendliness of this stranger, I will turn before I get to him and walk up the steps and down the hallway to my desk. The hallway is usually empty and that suites me just fine.
This morning when I saw he was in line at the cafeteria, I took the steps. Now upstairs I am walking along and thinking about what all I want to do this morning. I am not looking around, in fact I think at the time I think I was looking at my feet and then all of a sudden I hear "Good Morning" from out of nowhere. I look up to see a woman walking down the hallway on the other side, going the other direction and we are just passing.
I did not even know she was there and yet she felt the need to greet me. Why? She could have kept walking and I would have never known she was there. And yet she had to intrude into my private time, private space, my time with just me, like a little child who needs attention. Me, me, me . . . Look at me!!!
Am I in the wrong for feeling irritated because these strangers are pushing their way into my space? I don't think so. I guess what I am trying to say is, if I don't know you and we pass on the street, I am ignoring you for a reason. Please don't feel like my feelings will be hurt if you do the same.
Now don't get me wrong. I am a morning person. But I share that with people I know. I'm not rude to people and if I happen to make eye contact with someone while walking along I am more than willing to give the courteous good morning nod and smile or even say "Good Morning".
What irritates me is to have a "Good Morning" thrown at you from out of left field. When I go to work I have to walk down long hallways to get from the door to my work station. My day starts very early so usually the hallways are fairly empty. I can either walk down the entire length of the building in which case the entrance to the cafeteria is at about the half way mark. I like to walk that way because the elevator is at the end and I can ride up to my floor. Or I can walk about a third of the way down the hall and take the steps to the next floor and then complete the walk down another hallway the rest of the way to my work station.
I get to work right before the cafeteria opens. There is always people standing there waiting and my issue is this one man, who I do not know, who insists on hollering out a "GOOD MORNING" every time I see him. One day I crossed over to the other side of the hallway and I was even looking at stuff on the wall (looking totally in the other directions from where he was standing) and he still shouted out his greeting.
When I said something to one of my co workers about it they said "He is just being nice". Well, who asked for it. If I don't know you and I am not even looking at you, why on earth would you feel the need to greet me???
So now, I look ahead to see who is waiting for the cafeteria to open and, to avoid the annoying friendliness of this stranger, I will turn before I get to him and walk up the steps and down the hallway to my desk. The hallway is usually empty and that suites me just fine.
This morning when I saw he was in line at the cafeteria, I took the steps. Now upstairs I am walking along and thinking about what all I want to do this morning. I am not looking around, in fact I think at the time I think I was looking at my feet and then all of a sudden I hear "Good Morning" from out of nowhere. I look up to see a woman walking down the hallway on the other side, going the other direction and we are just passing.
I did not even know she was there and yet she felt the need to greet me. Why? She could have kept walking and I would have never known she was there. And yet she had to intrude into my private time, private space, my time with just me, like a little child who needs attention. Me, me, me . . . Look at me!!!
Am I in the wrong for feeling irritated because these strangers are pushing their way into my space? I don't think so. I guess what I am trying to say is, if I don't know you and we pass on the street, I am ignoring you for a reason. Please don't feel like my feelings will be hurt if you do the same.
Saturday, May 7, 2011
May 7, 2011
Tomorrow is Mothers Day. My friends on Face Book are all changing their profile picture to photos of their mothers. Everyone is sending messages saying "If you had a great mother . . . copy and repost". And I look at their messages and I feel so sad.
My mother and I are not close. We never have been. Even as a small child, we were not close. I love her, she's my mom. But if we were both in a room full of women, there is nothing in her that would draw me to her. Nothing that I would look at her and say "That woman is very interesting. I have to get to know her." And I think she feels the same way about me.
Several years ago I got so mad at her. Not really mad, hurt. I called her on Tuesday to see if she wanted to go to a craft shop on Friday and have lunch. She hemed and hawed around and I finally asked if she already had plans. She admitted that she didn't have set plans, but a friend had said something earlier in the week about something that "might" happen on Friday. So I just told her, hey, no big deal, it's just lunch and a little shopping. I made another call and found someone who wanted to commit to plans with me on Friday. Not somebody who wanted to wait and be sure that nothing better came along. Then Thursday my phone rings. It's mom. Now she is ready to make some plans. The plans with her friend fell through. I just said "Sorry, I made other plans. Maybe next time." That was when I basically cut her out of my life. For the most part stopped calling and trying to make plans for anything. And you know what? She never even noticed.
When you look at the way my mom was brought up, I am lucky she turned out as good as she did. My Grandmother was the original "Ice Queen". I never remember her saying anything nice to me. And several years before she passed away I went with my mom to visit her in the nursing home. As usual she picked a fight with me. I told mom on the way home, I love you, but I will never go and see her again.
Like I said earlier, I love her and I know she loves me, but that is about all there is.
I have tried to raise my daughter so she never has to guess at the way I feel about her. We are not only mother and daughter, we are friends. She is very important to me and I try to tell her that every time I talk to her.
Mothers Day? Different for me.
My mother and I are not close. We never have been. Even as a small child, we were not close. I love her, she's my mom. But if we were both in a room full of women, there is nothing in her that would draw me to her. Nothing that I would look at her and say "That woman is very interesting. I have to get to know her." And I think she feels the same way about me.
Several years ago I got so mad at her. Not really mad, hurt. I called her on Tuesday to see if she wanted to go to a craft shop on Friday and have lunch. She hemed and hawed around and I finally asked if she already had plans. She admitted that she didn't have set plans, but a friend had said something earlier in the week about something that "might" happen on Friday. So I just told her, hey, no big deal, it's just lunch and a little shopping. I made another call and found someone who wanted to commit to plans with me on Friday. Not somebody who wanted to wait and be sure that nothing better came along. Then Thursday my phone rings. It's mom. Now she is ready to make some plans. The plans with her friend fell through. I just said "Sorry, I made other plans. Maybe next time." That was when I basically cut her out of my life. For the most part stopped calling and trying to make plans for anything. And you know what? She never even noticed.
When you look at the way my mom was brought up, I am lucky she turned out as good as she did. My Grandmother was the original "Ice Queen". I never remember her saying anything nice to me. And several years before she passed away I went with my mom to visit her in the nursing home. As usual she picked a fight with me. I told mom on the way home, I love you, but I will never go and see her again.
Like I said earlier, I love her and I know she loves me, but that is about all there is.
I have tried to raise my daughter so she never has to guess at the way I feel about her. We are not only mother and daughter, we are friends. She is very important to me and I try to tell her that every time I talk to her.
Mothers Day? Different for me.
Friday, May 6, 2011
May 6, 2011
Today is my wedding anniversary. 22 Years with my special guy. We got together on March 4, were engaged on April 4 and married on May 6. I know it was fast, but so far it has lasted.
We went to Harrah's for lunch and then played slots for a while. Then we went to Walmart looking for a new table for the TV in the bedroom and new cushions for our backyard swing. The swing was also an anniversary gift several years ago. Then back home for a while. Later we went to Longhorn for dinner.
It was a great day. Will we make it 22 more? I think so. Sometimes he drives me crazy, but I do greatly love him.
We went to Harrah's for lunch and then played slots for a while. Then we went to Walmart looking for a new table for the TV in the bedroom and new cushions for our backyard swing. The swing was also an anniversary gift several years ago. Then back home for a while. Later we went to Longhorn for dinner.
It was a great day. Will we make it 22 more? I think so. Sometimes he drives me crazy, but I do greatly love him.
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