I've noticed that the older I get I seem to get more cranky. Not that I'm anyone's definition of old. And I guess I'm not any more cranky than usual, I'm just not opposed to expressing it.
I'm a pretty strait forward person and I don't mince my words. But I try to curb it with strangers. Until lately. I don't know what has gotten into me, but I pretty much will say anything to anyone that ticks me off.
For instance, we (Mamaw, Alex and I) were walking in the mall on Saturday and we were coming up on this kid talking on his cell phone (too young to have a cell phone BTW) and walking in a circle. Directly in our path. There was no where else for us to go, we were going to have to walk in his "circle." He looks right at us and continues his pointless circling. He didn't think to stop for two seconds to let us pass. Stupid punk! Normally I would just get angry but not say anything. But as we passed I said "Get out of the way!" in a more than audible tone. Of course he was to enraptured in his conversation to hear me, but I sure hope his mother heard, who by the by wasn't paying any attention to him. He could have walked out of the mall and been down the street before she missed him.
But I digress, I didn't start this to complain about bad parenting. This hasn't been the only incident. I've grown increasingly crabby with stupid, incompetent sales people. Their job is not hard. As a matter of fact I have done it. I used to try hard to be nice and understanding because I did work in retail for so long. But I know what good customer service is, as I have given it so frequently, and it really pisses me off when I don't get it. And I've started to express that rage, saying things that, a year ago, I would have died before expressing out loud.
Sometimes I feel bad about my outbursts, but mostly it makes me feel better. I think that's a little twisted and I probably need to get a hold of myself before I get out of control.
Monday, June 2, 2008
Friday, May 30, 2008
Share the road?
I went to the store earlier tonight to grab some dinner.
I pulled out into the road and these two cyclists were coming down off of Sugar and for a second I thought they weren't going to stop and just roll out in front of me. Which would have been a bad decision considering I would not have had time to move and could have hit them. They didn't, they reluctantly stopped.
They did however decide it was a good idea to pull on out in front of the van that was coming up, rather speedily, behind me. This caused the van to have to swerve into the other lane. Luckily there was no oncoming traffic.
Does it occur to cyclists that "share the road" can go both ways? And should go both ways? Just because their mode of transportation doesn't have an engine doesn't make them exempt from traffic laws. Basic traffic laws at that. Stop at a stop sign and wait for oncoming traffic to pass. It isn't hard. And for the record, they didn't come up with hand signals because they thought it was fun. They are there to help keep everyone safe.
I have the utmost respect for the people that get out there and pedal up these hills and around these curves. I certainly don't do it and I have no plans to. Good for them. I don't have respect for the ones that think they are entitled to their own set of rules that they have made up in their head.
I'll share the road with you all day long, but not if you think it's ok to do things that endanger yourself and others. Get it together cyclists!
I pulled out into the road and these two cyclists were coming down off of Sugar and for a second I thought they weren't going to stop and just roll out in front of me. Which would have been a bad decision considering I would not have had time to move and could have hit them. They didn't, they reluctantly stopped.
They did however decide it was a good idea to pull on out in front of the van that was coming up, rather speedily, behind me. This caused the van to have to swerve into the other lane. Luckily there was no oncoming traffic.
Does it occur to cyclists that "share the road" can go both ways? And should go both ways? Just because their mode of transportation doesn't have an engine doesn't make them exempt from traffic laws. Basic traffic laws at that. Stop at a stop sign and wait for oncoming traffic to pass. It isn't hard. And for the record, they didn't come up with hand signals because they thought it was fun. They are there to help keep everyone safe.
I have the utmost respect for the people that get out there and pedal up these hills and around these curves. I certainly don't do it and I have no plans to. Good for them. I don't have respect for the ones that think they are entitled to their own set of rules that they have made up in their head.
I'll share the road with you all day long, but not if you think it's ok to do things that endanger yourself and others. Get it together cyclists!
I don't care if it's uncooth...
I love poop jokes!! This was posted on the Nest today. If you're squeamish, I don't suggest you read any further.
Ghost Poop ~~ You know you've pooped. There's poop on the toilet paper, but no poop in the bowl.
Teflon Coated Poop ~~ Comes out so slick, clean and easy that you don't feel it. No traces of poop on the toilet paper. You have to look in the toilet bowl to be sure you did it!
Gooey Poop ~~ This has the consistency of hot tar. You wipe your butt 12 times and it still doesn't come clean. You end up putting toilet paper in your underwear so you don't stain it. This poop leaves permanent skid marks in the toilet.
Second Thought Poop ~~ You're all done wiping your butt and you're about to stand up when you realize it...you've got some more.
Pop a Vein in Your Forehead Poop ~~ This kind is the kind of poop that killed Elvis. It doesn't come until you're all sweaty, trembling and purple from straining so hard.
Bali Belly Poop ~~ You poop so much you lose 5 pounds.
Right Now Poop ~~ You better be within 10 seconds of a toilet. Usually it has its head out before you get your pants down.
King Kong or Commode Choker Poop ~~ This poop is so big that you know it won't go down the toilet unless you break it into smaller chunks. A coat hanger works well. This kind of poop usually happens at someone else's house.
Wet Cheeks Poop ~~ This poop hits the water sideways and makes a BIG splash that gets your butt wet.
Wish Poop ~~ You sit there all cramped up and fart a few times, but no poop!
Cement Block or Oh God Poop ~~ You wish you'd gotten a spinal block before you poop.
Snake Poop ~~ This poop is fairly soft and about as big around as your thumb and at least three feet long.
Cork Poop (Also Known as Floater Poop) ~~ Even after the third flush, it's still floating in there. My god! How do I get rid of it? This poop usually happens at someone else's house.
Mexican Food Poop (also called Screamers) ~ You'll know it's alright to eat again when your butthole stops burning.
Beer Drunk Poop ~~ This happens the day after the night before. Normally your poop doesn't smell too bad, but this poop is BAD. Usually there's somebody standing outside to use the bathroom. This kind of poop also usually happens at someone else's house.
The Frightened Turtle ~~ The kind of poop that just pokes its head out then quickly goes back in.
The Bungee Poop ~~ The kind of poop that just hangs off your butt before it falls into the water.
The Ring of Fire Poop ~~ The kind of poop where you eat really spicy food and your butthole feels like the inside of a cigarette lighter.
The Crippler ~~ The kind of poop where you have to sit on the toilet so long your legs go numb from the waist down.
The Big Bobber ~~ The kind of poop that no matter how many times you flush it always floats back to the surface.
The Chitty Chitty Bang Bang ~~ The kind of poop that hits you when you're trapped in your car in a traffic jam.
The Incredible Hulk Poop ~~ The king of poop that sits in the toilet overnight and mysteriously expands to twice it's normal size.
Jack the Ripper Poop ~~ The kind of poop that yanks out your butthair as it pushes its way out.
The Party Pooper ~~ The giant poop you take at a party. And when you flush the toilet, you watch in horror as the water starts to rise.
The Toxic Gas Poop ~~ The kind of poop that makes you pass out and fall of the toilet before you finish, and then you wake up in some strange South American town.
Dirty Bowl Poop ~~ The kind of poop that comes out in a million pieces a second, reminiscent of an avalanche - but with rocket propulsion, and splatters all over the toilet bowl.
The Windy City Poop ~~ When you sit down, and fart for so long and hard that you no longer need to take a poop.
Oh Poop! Poop ~~ You poop so much and wipe your butt so furiously you run out of toilet paper and you say OH ****!
The Never Ending Poop ~~ It's the poop that keeps running out of your butt like pee, and just when you start wiping your butt your stomach gargles and splash, more poop runs out. This always happens after eating at K.F.C.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
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What a horrible evening. I'm going to go to bed and hope that a meteor doesn't land on us while we sleep tonight.
I can't believe I forgot!!
Andy and I got a bistro set last week for the porch. I've been meaning to put some pictures up. It started out all green. That was a lot of green for us, so we spray painted it mostly white and left some green accents.
It needs a few touch ups, but here it is.
It needs a few touch ups, but here it is.
I'm old and I have new hair...
Tuesday evening I went down to Wilkes to go with Julie and Philip to give out the scholarship in Vicki's memory. They were both really nervous and having kind of a hard time with the day. That family has just been through so much and I pray that their troubles are over and they can move on, not forgetting their past and their memories, but keeping them close to their hearts to bolster them up when they are having a rough day.
Julie was super nervous, but she didn't throw up, which is always a good thing! They started the ceremony with the Madrigal group singing "Joshua fit the battle of Jerico". Julie and I made faces at each other from across the room. That song is a staple in every high school chior and 10 years later I can still sing it from start to finish without the words in front of me.
Then came the endless list of presenters. I have to say I still get annoyed when the same kids go up over and over and over again. I truly thing ceremonies like this are kind of cruel. They only recognize a handful of students and make the rest feel like crap. And a month from now no one is going to remember except the honored students and their families.
Finally, Julie got up to give her speech. She spoke beautifully, but unfortunately the student wasn't there. Bummer! I know they were both disappointed. Apparently the school doesn't require students to come and about half the senior class was missing. Oh well. Julie conquered her nervous stomach and she gave her speech with vigor. Vicki is smiling down from heaven at her beautiful daughter.
Julie giving her speach
So after Julie presented, she looked at me from across the room and asked if I wanted to go. No I said, there is someone here I wanted to see (I'll get to that in a second). Well, I thought that the program was almost over. Julie was next to last on the presenters list and we could wait another minute couldn't we? Well, she came over to sit with us and kindly pointed out to me that she was not next to last. They had a whole other list of presenters on the back of that stupid program. Holly Cow! I decided that I could say hello another time. So we devised a plan to sneak out. When the next presenter got up we were going to leave. Well, I guess I wasn't paying attention because all of a sudden Phillip punched me in the arm to go. Umm... Ouch! I was trying not to laugh all the way out of the gym. We left and Phillip took us to eat at Village Inn. YUM!! All around a good night.
So who did I want to see at the end of that gruesome ceremony? Miss Ellie McCabe, that's who. Ellie was the first kid I ever baby sat. Way back when. I knew she was a senior, but I was a little shocked to see her in her cap and gown. Kind of a reality check for me. Did I mention that she's about a foot taller than I am? And she was one of those kids that got called up all the time. I know I complained about that earlier, but I can't say I didn't swell with pride a little ever time her name was called. Congratulations Ellie!!!
Ellie, receiving one of her many awards
On to Wednesday!
I got my hair cut yesterday afternoon. I'm not super excited with how it turned out. It isn't a bad cut, just not what I was looking for. I couldn't find a picture that was really what I wanted, so I just kind of tried to tell Kari what I was trying to go for. Clearly, Kari needs a picture. So next time I won't make my appointment until I can find a good visual representation of what I want.
Julie was super nervous, but she didn't throw up, which is always a good thing! They started the ceremony with the Madrigal group singing "Joshua fit the battle of Jerico". Julie and I made faces at each other from across the room. That song is a staple in every high school chior and 10 years later I can still sing it from start to finish without the words in front of me.
Then came the endless list of presenters. I have to say I still get annoyed when the same kids go up over and over and over again. I truly thing ceremonies like this are kind of cruel. They only recognize a handful of students and make the rest feel like crap. And a month from now no one is going to remember except the honored students and their families.
Finally, Julie got up to give her speech. She spoke beautifully, but unfortunately the student wasn't there. Bummer! I know they were both disappointed. Apparently the school doesn't require students to come and about half the senior class was missing. Oh well. Julie conquered her nervous stomach and she gave her speech with vigor. Vicki is smiling down from heaven at her beautiful daughter.
Julie giving her speach
So after Julie presented, she looked at me from across the room and asked if I wanted to go. No I said, there is someone here I wanted to see (I'll get to that in a second). Well, I thought that the program was almost over. Julie was next to last on the presenters list and we could wait another minute couldn't we? Well, she came over to sit with us and kindly pointed out to me that she was not next to last. They had a whole other list of presenters on the back of that stupid program. Holly Cow! I decided that I could say hello another time. So we devised a plan to sneak out. When the next presenter got up we were going to leave. Well, I guess I wasn't paying attention because all of a sudden Phillip punched me in the arm to go. Umm... Ouch! I was trying not to laugh all the way out of the gym. We left and Phillip took us to eat at Village Inn. YUM!! All around a good night.
So who did I want to see at the end of that gruesome ceremony? Miss Ellie McCabe, that's who. Ellie was the first kid I ever baby sat. Way back when. I knew she was a senior, but I was a little shocked to see her in her cap and gown. Kind of a reality check for me. Did I mention that she's about a foot taller than I am? And she was one of those kids that got called up all the time. I know I complained about that earlier, but I can't say I didn't swell with pride a little ever time her name was called. Congratulations Ellie!!!
Ellie, receiving one of her many awards
On to Wednesday!
I got my hair cut yesterday afternoon. I'm not super excited with how it turned out. It isn't a bad cut, just not what I was looking for. I couldn't find a picture that was really what I wanted, so I just kind of tried to tell Kari what I was trying to go for. Clearly, Kari needs a picture. So next time I won't make my appointment until I can find a good visual representation of what I want.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
The sweet spot
I feel like I've been hit by a truck. Why you ask? Well I'll tell you...
Last night we went to a cook out for Memorial Day and we got home around 10. I was pretty tired and decided at 20 till 11 that I was going to bed. Andy said he wanted to finish the program he was watching and then he'd be to bed too.
OK, fast forward to 5:30am. I wake up out of a very restful sleep to find all the lights on in the kitchen and living room, the TV on full blast and my dear, sweet husband passed out on the couch. I must say that I was shocked, and a little angry. It was inevitable that the TV would eventually wake me up. I got him up, we put the bun away (he was enjoying his freedom behind the couch) and we went to bed. But for the next two hours I didn't really go back to sleep. I tossed and turned and didn't really go back to sleep until right before Andy's alarm went off at 7. Then I knew I had 30 more minutes of peace and I was wide awake. So because of all this and my lack of sleep I feel like I've been hit by a truck. And I have to go be cheerful and make small talk tonight. Ugh!
At this point you are wondering what the heck all this has to do with "the sweet spot." No?
Well, since we have gotten our new couch I have taken several naps on it. Something about the squishy, soft, leathery surface sucks me in and I go right to sleep. And then I can't wake up. I can even sleep on my back on the couch and I've never been able to sleep on my back.
This is a complete role reversal from our old couch which Andy conked out on most every night. He has been complaining that he hasn't quite found the right position/pillow/place on the new couch to go to sleep. Well, it appears that he has found his sweet spot. It is officially broken in.
Last night we went to a cook out for Memorial Day and we got home around 10. I was pretty tired and decided at 20 till 11 that I was going to bed. Andy said he wanted to finish the program he was watching and then he'd be to bed too.
OK, fast forward to 5:30am. I wake up out of a very restful sleep to find all the lights on in the kitchen and living room, the TV on full blast and my dear, sweet husband passed out on the couch. I must say that I was shocked, and a little angry. It was inevitable that the TV would eventually wake me up. I got him up, we put the bun away (he was enjoying his freedom behind the couch) and we went to bed. But for the next two hours I didn't really go back to sleep. I tossed and turned and didn't really go back to sleep until right before Andy's alarm went off at 7. Then I knew I had 30 more minutes of peace and I was wide awake. So because of all this and my lack of sleep I feel like I've been hit by a truck. And I have to go be cheerful and make small talk tonight. Ugh!
At this point you are wondering what the heck all this has to do with "the sweet spot." No?
Well, since we have gotten our new couch I have taken several naps on it. Something about the squishy, soft, leathery surface sucks me in and I go right to sleep. And then I can't wake up. I can even sleep on my back on the couch and I've never been able to sleep on my back.
This is a complete role reversal from our old couch which Andy conked out on most every night. He has been complaining that he hasn't quite found the right position/pillow/place on the new couch to go to sleep. Well, it appears that he has found his sweet spot. It is officially broken in.
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