Sometimes blogs just happen. I think if we all would talk less and watch and listen more we could write daily blogs just about the everyday things in life. As I have said before, I find humor in a lot of things. Sometimes I even run the risk of offending people because I'm not overly-serious about important matters. Oh, trust me, I don't find everything in life funny, and I find life and people to be "udderly" ridiculous sometimes, but I still try to laugh. John is reading this and saying "really? Because I believe I witnessed a melt down yesterday." Well, John, yes, yes you did, but that was because my family was being downright stupid and borderline insane. I find other people's lives a hell of a lot funnier than my own sometimes.
My entire day Friday was just weird. I went to Macy's to buy my niece a shower gift. The clerk in housewares was a doll. She was so friendly and helpful and helped me pick the pieces I was looking for off the registry. When we were checking out she would wrap a little, talk a little, wrap a little, talk a little. As very nice as she was, I was growing impatient because the line behind us was getting deeper and deeper and I know what I would be doing and feeling if I were in line and someone was chattering more than working. Suddenly I saw it. Out of the corner of my eye, getting off the elevator was an 85 year old woman who was on a mission. I could tell right away she was going to be as patient as a bear in heat. She went right around everyone in line and forced her way right beside me and said in a very aggravated almost panicked tone "WHERE ARE THE PRESSURE COOKERS" I busted out laughing...she gave me the look of death. The good Lord quickly put his hand over my mouth because I was going to point to the back wall and say "right over there beside the kitchen tacks and the fertilizer" What the hell..seriously, who goes out buying a pressure cooker four days after a pressure cooker bomb is used to create terror.
Now, I know it's too soon for this conversation but she started it. There are a couple possible scenarios.
1. She has no idea what is going on in the world and just seriously needed a pressure cooker TODAY.
2. OR....she was watching FOX news and Sean Hannity said Obama was now going to ban pressure cookers. In preparation for end times she is going to buy two of them. ( just my personal observation, but one will last her the rest of her life)
3. The Cool weather has her confused and she believes there are green beans to be canned.
4. She is going to use it for evil.
I'm going with number two. It seems people of this age are always talking about the end times and their TVs are always on cable news. Psst, I really hate to burst your bubble, but if you are 85 years old you ARE in end times. My own mom has been talking about end times since I was a teenager. I lied and said I was going to the bowling alley with friends and instead went railroad track jumping. Hell, after I was apprehended, I thought it may be end times for me also. Meanwhile, my brother was out....oh never mind.
Now, back to Ethel. The next time I saw her she was lugging her 50lb cooker to her car which was a big ole Lincoln Continental parked conveniently. (which it should be) I seriously almost took a cell phone picture to prove to you people I really don't make this crap up. I just hope her mind is at ease now.
Saturday, April 20, 2013
Monday, April 15, 2013
A BLOG ABOUT NOTHING!
First before I get into the subject matter...I really don't plan what I'm going to say. This isn't a job where I think I have to post something every week or I don't get paid. However, I was thinking.....If someone told me they would give me a million dollars to write a novel, I would have to lie. (because I need the cash) Whoever was going to hand over the million bucks would think they may be reading a novel but I can tell you right now it would be an autobiography. A very boring autobiography, but definitely not a novel.
I have no vision. I am not creative. I am not smart. I just know what I know. I think I'm rich in common sense, although I suppose that could be debated if someone saw me, oh I don't know, let's say...leaving a kid at church. (I thought it seemed quiet on the way home and wouldn't you think a sibling would have said something like "mommy, where's Sarah?") Any way where is this going you ask? Hell, I don't know.
I was looking at my blog stats. It seems some blogs do better than others. My last one had 49 "hits" I'm thinking 39 of them were from my mother. What is really throwing me is this last week my stats said I had people in Germany, Georgia (not USA Ga), Russia, Venezuela and the Netherlands reading this blog. In the month prior I had all of these plus Canada, India and wait for it......KAZAKHSTAN!!! Listen this almost scares me. I googled Kazakhstan and although they speak Russian, when I look at the map, it seems very close to Afghanistan. When I say close I mean like as close as Tennessee is to Ohio. Okay that's pretty close.
To whomever is reading this Podunk blog from KAZAKHSTAN believe me you can do better. I will repeat myself. I am boring... so so boring. I am not creative, I am not smart. I just know what I know and very little else. I know a bit about processing milk, cottage cheese, ice cream and birthing babies. Other than that, in the words of Colonel Klink, "I know NOTHING" I have no United States Secrets and no KGB connections whatsoever to anyone you may be looking for. My life is BORING with a capital B. I'm guessing you would find my children more interesting. Hit me up and I will tell you where to find them. Whatever it is you want with them, all I ask is that it doesn't cost me money.
If I ever see where I have a "hit" from let's say North Korea, I will probably board up the blog and either go under the witness protection program or start over in Word Press under an alias. (possibly Booby Tit Rack, that was my high school nick name) However, if I thought it were wee man Kim Jong Un I may pull a Dennis Rodman and invite him to dinner to discuss his short man syndrome. Perhaps I would even play a little Justin Bieber and see if I could make a "Belieber" out of him. At that point he may want to fall on his own sword or nuke or whatever he thinks he has.
So anyway, if there truly are people in far away lands reading this, please contact me. I would love to know why? Your life may be a tad more pathetic than mine, and if so that's good to know.
I have no vision. I am not creative. I am not smart. I just know what I know. I think I'm rich in common sense, although I suppose that could be debated if someone saw me, oh I don't know, let's say...leaving a kid at church. (I thought it seemed quiet on the way home and wouldn't you think a sibling would have said something like "mommy, where's Sarah?") Any way where is this going you ask? Hell, I don't know.
I was looking at my blog stats. It seems some blogs do better than others. My last one had 49 "hits" I'm thinking 39 of them were from my mother. What is really throwing me is this last week my stats said I had people in Germany, Georgia (not USA Ga), Russia, Venezuela and the Netherlands reading this blog. In the month prior I had all of these plus Canada, India and wait for it......KAZAKHSTAN!!! Listen this almost scares me. I googled Kazakhstan and although they speak Russian, when I look at the map, it seems very close to Afghanistan. When I say close I mean like as close as Tennessee is to Ohio. Okay that's pretty close.
To whomever is reading this Podunk blog from KAZAKHSTAN believe me you can do better. I will repeat myself. I am boring... so so boring. I am not creative, I am not smart. I just know what I know and very little else. I know a bit about processing milk, cottage cheese, ice cream and birthing babies. Other than that, in the words of Colonel Klink, "I know NOTHING" I have no United States Secrets and no KGB connections whatsoever to anyone you may be looking for. My life is BORING with a capital B. I'm guessing you would find my children more interesting. Hit me up and I will tell you where to find them. Whatever it is you want with them, all I ask is that it doesn't cost me money.
If I ever see where I have a "hit" from let's say North Korea, I will probably board up the blog and either go under the witness protection program or start over in Word Press under an alias. (possibly Booby Tit Rack, that was my high school nick name) However, if I thought it were wee man Kim Jong Un I may pull a Dennis Rodman and invite him to dinner to discuss his short man syndrome. Perhaps I would even play a little Justin Bieber and see if I could make a "Belieber" out of him. At that point he may want to fall on his own sword or nuke or whatever he thinks he has.
So anyway, if there truly are people in far away lands reading this, please contact me. I would love to know why? Your life may be a tad more pathetic than mine, and if so that's good to know.
Saturday, April 6, 2013
CAN'T WE JUST LAUGH AT OURSELVES?
Is it me, (naw, it couldn't be) or have we become a bunch of pansies? It may be the media or the World Wide Web's fault, but we are getting more and more sensitive when we should be trying to get tougher and tougher.
I just read the headlines and I think what in the hell is going on? A little boy (3rd grader I believe) got suspended because he ate his pop tart into the shape of a gun. He was actually aiming to make a mountain but it turned out to be more gun shaped. he pointed it at someone and said bang bang and the teacher ended up making the mountain (out of a mole hill) I really want to believe that there is more to this story. I can relate to this kid and his artsy failure. I was trying to make pants one time in Home Economics and ended up with shorts. The teacher told me to go get a scrap piece of material and stupid me cut the leg off the pants I was making and now I had shorts or perhaps pants for a one legged woman. Anyway I digress.... WTH......Had I been the teacher I simply would have told Timmy to plant his ass in his seat and don't choke on that pop tart. I guess where the kid failed was he said bang bang and there is zero tolerance. Well I have zero tolerance for people who only think in black and white terms and don't use their common sense. There is a lot of gray in this world ( please see paragraph 5)
That same week another third grade boy ( third graders must be nothing but trouble) took cupcakes to school for his birthday and they had little toy soldiers on them...yes the ones with guns. The administration made them take off the little green soldiers or throw them away or something. Now, in light of recent events with the school shootings, I will agree that mom probably had a small lapse in judgement, but come on really? Have you ever been nagged to death by a 8 year old while at the same time his baby brother is crawling under the kitchen sink trying to drink bleach and the middle child is hanging out the upstairs window trying to propel herself to the tree right outside her window just so she can say she can. Yes, I have been there! At that moment your mom instincts kicks in and you prioritize. The bleach trumps everything because it could mean jail time, then the possible broken neck of the propeller takes second priority because that could also mean jail time, and then kid number one can have his damn soldiers on his cupcakes. Just get OUT TO THE BUS BEFORE YOU MISS IT!! What mother would even dream that the Soldier cupcakes would make the national news? Kids definitely know the art of distraction and apparently so does the media.
Today we blame video games on people going out and killing people. Did anyone ever watch the Roadrunner? You talk about violence. That Coyote was mean and violent. I believe he was also a big bully. I never ever heard anyone say of Jeffrey Dahmer..."gee he must have watched too much roadrunner." He may, of course, have watched too much Julia Child's cooking shows. ( get it, he ate people.....OK that was in bad taste, NO PUN INTENDED LOL I'm cracking myself up) Speaking of thin skinned that last joke may offend someone. I can't help it. I can't live the rest of my life worried about everything. I do try to be sensitive, but sometimes I just can't think of everything that may offend someone because just about anything offends someone. Just typing that run on sentence made me tired.
The newest offense today is where Target has named a color in the plus size section as being Manatee Gray while in the wee size one section the same color is simply Dark Heather Gray. Sigh......where does it end. Yes, there are fat people who are offended because I guess they also just want to be Dark Heather Gray. I mean what next Elephant Skin Gray? Beached Whale Black? Who the hell is Heather anyway? Oh, why oh why can't I have the job of making up color names. We could have some real fun and pretty much offend everyone. Are you short? How about Midget Mud Wrestling Brown? Missing a finger and trying to buy gloves in a certain color? How about trying our Digit-O-Missing red. (I chose a handicap that my father has as not to offend anyone.....my this not offending thing is tiring) Yes, someone at Target was having a blast the day they came up with Manatee Gray, but well played whoever you are, well played! I love it!
Now lighten up EVERYONE! Timmy wasn't going to hurt you with his pop tart, Soldier Boy isn't going to be a mass murderer just because he likes to play cops and robbers or soldiers, and Target is just being plain old funny!! Let it be! Get a back bone and laugh at your self a little. If you don't laugh at yourself someone else will.
I just read the headlines and I think what in the hell is going on? A little boy (3rd grader I believe) got suspended because he ate his pop tart into the shape of a gun. He was actually aiming to make a mountain but it turned out to be more gun shaped. he pointed it at someone and said bang bang and the teacher ended up making the mountain (out of a mole hill) I really want to believe that there is more to this story. I can relate to this kid and his artsy failure. I was trying to make pants one time in Home Economics and ended up with shorts. The teacher told me to go get a scrap piece of material and stupid me cut the leg off the pants I was making and now I had shorts or perhaps pants for a one legged woman. Anyway I digress.... WTH......Had I been the teacher I simply would have told Timmy to plant his ass in his seat and don't choke on that pop tart. I guess where the kid failed was he said bang bang and there is zero tolerance. Well I have zero tolerance for people who only think in black and white terms and don't use their common sense. There is a lot of gray in this world ( please see paragraph 5)
That same week another third grade boy ( third graders must be nothing but trouble) took cupcakes to school for his birthday and they had little toy soldiers on them...yes the ones with guns. The administration made them take off the little green soldiers or throw them away or something. Now, in light of recent events with the school shootings, I will agree that mom probably had a small lapse in judgement, but come on really? Have you ever been nagged to death by a 8 year old while at the same time his baby brother is crawling under the kitchen sink trying to drink bleach and the middle child is hanging out the upstairs window trying to propel herself to the tree right outside her window just so she can say she can. Yes, I have been there! At that moment your mom instincts kicks in and you prioritize. The bleach trumps everything because it could mean jail time, then the possible broken neck of the propeller takes second priority because that could also mean jail time, and then kid number one can have his damn soldiers on his cupcakes. Just get OUT TO THE BUS BEFORE YOU MISS IT!! What mother would even dream that the Soldier cupcakes would make the national news? Kids definitely know the art of distraction and apparently so does the media.
Today we blame video games on people going out and killing people. Did anyone ever watch the Roadrunner? You talk about violence. That Coyote was mean and violent. I believe he was also a big bully. I never ever heard anyone say of Jeffrey Dahmer..."gee he must have watched too much roadrunner." He may, of course, have watched too much Julia Child's cooking shows. ( get it, he ate people.....OK that was in bad taste, NO PUN INTENDED LOL I'm cracking myself up) Speaking of thin skinned that last joke may offend someone. I can't help it. I can't live the rest of my life worried about everything. I do try to be sensitive, but sometimes I just can't think of everything that may offend someone because just about anything offends someone. Just typing that run on sentence made me tired.
The newest offense today is where Target has named a color in the plus size section as being Manatee Gray while in the wee size one section the same color is simply Dark Heather Gray. Sigh......where does it end. Yes, there are fat people who are offended because I guess they also just want to be Dark Heather Gray. I mean what next Elephant Skin Gray? Beached Whale Black? Who the hell is Heather anyway? Oh, why oh why can't I have the job of making up color names. We could have some real fun and pretty much offend everyone. Are you short? How about Midget Mud Wrestling Brown? Missing a finger and trying to buy gloves in a certain color? How about trying our Digit-O-Missing red. (I chose a handicap that my father has as not to offend anyone.....my this not offending thing is tiring) Yes, someone at Target was having a blast the day they came up with Manatee Gray, but well played whoever you are, well played! I love it!
Now lighten up EVERYONE! Timmy wasn't going to hurt you with his pop tart, Soldier Boy isn't going to be a mass murderer just because he likes to play cops and robbers or soldiers, and Target is just being plain old funny!! Let it be! Get a back bone and laugh at your self a little. If you don't laugh at yourself someone else will.
Sunday, March 24, 2013
THE ORIGINAL CHURCH LADIES
Over the past 6 years or so, I have searched for a church. I have no idea what I was looking for, but I kept coming back to the church that I truly consider family. Just like the Walmarts and banks of America, there are BIG churches that have it all. They have Starbucks and Sandwich shops in their churches, they have bands, they have great speakers, they have many many things that can help many people. There is nothing wrong with this, but personally I really love our church that is truly like family. Last year when I had my surgeries and my brush with cancer, I received so many cards and prayers from everyone it touched my heart. To know that there was a group of people praying and thinking about me, was just wonderful.
So my disclaimer before I go any further: Though I am laughing, and though I find our older ladies funny, these people have worked diligently for the Lord for many many years. They have kept our church going. I worry for our next generation, because that means me. The thought of me planning a spaghetti dinner scares me to death. There either needs to be a crowd of 700 or less than ten because I have no idea how to measure spaghetti. Steak supper? Nope, I can't make gravy to save my butt either.
So the story begins: Wednesday night I went to choir practice. We have 13 members tops when we all show up. Only 3 of us are NOT retired. We younger ones come in with one leg dragging behind us because we had just been beat up at work all day. (mind you the Sr.'s have done their time with work and holding a church together) Speaking only for myself. It's all I can do to work all day, get dinner on the table and clean it up. Once I'm home I DO NOT want to leave. I may only be 49 3/4's, but I act like I'm 85 and no driving privileges due to night blindness and cataracts.
Anyway, someone died and the women of our church were planning their funeral dinner. All the "elders" were looking over the donation list and pondering and thinking, and writing and erasing, and pondering some more. Janet said " well, I suppose I could go to the market after I walk at the mall" I just started laughing.....Market? I haven't heard that word since this little piggy went to "market". One by one these dear ladies were pouring over the list of needs and debating and deciding what they would donate.
I was sitting between Shirley and Janet.
Shirley: Judy is going to go to Sam's and pick up whatever is left to get on the list
Janet: Oh well, then just have her get mine.
Shirley: Okay.
Then I noticed that Janet starting making a list of what she signed up for. Just as my own mother would, I felt the need to stick my nose in. (I was mostly concerned about too many baked beans showing up) "Janet, didn't you just tell Shirley to have Judy go ahead and get the baked beans and buns you said you would get?" Janet replies, "Yes, but I've changed my mind, I'm writing myself a note so I don't forget" So, I turn to Shirley and said, "Janet changed her mind, please don't get the baked beans or you will have enough baked beans to level Mineral City if everyone eats them" This banter went back and forth for 15 minutes. At the end of 15 minutes I could tell you all of their schedules for the next two days. We had mall walking, market going, Sam's trip and a deadline of Friday morning to get that ham in the oven. Suddenly, I was glad I work because these people are way too busy.
Meanwhile, Our token bass (nickname Pinky) chimed in and wondered how much we were going to charge. Shirley, kind of gave him the look and told him that they don't charge, but normally the family donates a bit to the cause. Pinky said, well I was talking to them today and told them we charge $250. I didn't realize they let men on the women's committee, but apparently Pinky is the self-appointed business manager. I think if they stick with him, they can make a profit on funeral dinners. Mother daughter banquets will now have a cover charge at the door also.
With all this being said, they did make me chuckle, but it also made me go through the list and think about who's going to follow up? Who's going to follow in the footsteps of those ahead of us? They are pretty big shoes to fill, they have worked hard and kept the church moving forward. I don't have many talents or gifts. I can wash dishes, but don't ask me to plan a dinner. Please please please, don't make me do bible school...I'm not a kid person. Decorate the alter?? no way! I can play the piano.....people don't believe me when I tell them I fake it, but trust me I fake it. My former piano teacher would be cringing if she knew how many notes I'm skipping over. As long as you can hear the melody and keep the tempo moving that's all I care. April 1 there is a women's ministry board meeting to plan the next year....am I ready to commit? Has anyone ever been kicked out of the group, because I'm thinking I could be the first! More importantly, I think I have a lot to learn and should probably start training right away. Let's start with gravy making perhaps.
Saturday, March 9, 2013
FEMINISM: WHO HAS TIME FOR THAT?
The topic for today is Feminism. My feminism only goes so far. I believe in equal pay for equal work. The end. I really don't have time.....okay I have time, I just lack ambition.
Gloria Steinem was recently on TV and claims we are only 30% into the feminist movement. What? What's missing? We can vote, We can now fight in a war, someday there will be a woman president right? what's missing? I'm kind of content.
You will never, ever see me vote for a woman for president just because she is a woman. (re-read that last sentence you probably read it wrong) I will vote for the best person. If a woman happens to win, we can then celebrate the first woman president, that's fine. How about Danica the race car driver. Kudos to her for breaking into a mostly male sport, but why can't we just lump her in with the guys? She came in 8th.....not bad for a woman? Rickie Bobby says "if your not first your last" When they said start your engines, why did they say "Driver's and Danica start your engines"....That doesn't even make sense. Also, how would we take it if Danica was say 200 lbs with a touch of a hormonal imbalance that created a slight upper lip mustache? Yea, I don't think it would quite be the same. There is now a woman cage fighter, who is as tough as she is hot, says the men at the office. I mean come on didn't that girl who hit that other girl in the knee caps over a skating gold medal go into cage fighting after that incident? I think her name was Tonya Harding. There is also a girl trying to be a kicker for a football team. My daughter welds. (with a fashionable Pink tool belt I might add) Woo Hooo...All these women doing great manly things and I'm just over here making sure my pink paperclips, match my pink stapler which matches my pink toes and fingernails. I like Pink Moscato and pink roses. Pink is my color.
We now allow women to serve on the front line in a war. That's fair as long as the woman doesn't put her male counterparts in danger and keeps up her end of the war. You would not want Bobbie Canton on the front line. No way...it would go something like this:
Commander: Okay Canton, we need hike up that hill and that's where we will set up camp.
Bobbie: No thanks sir, I'm pretty whipped. You go ahead get the camp set up and bring the jeep back down and pick me up. I will just be sitting on this tree stump checking in on Facebook and eating my pop tart.
Yea, no thanks, camping and combat are not my cup of tea.
When John dies, I will be able to handle the things that require a brain. The bills, the insurance, the burial etc etc etc, but I get no personal satisfaction or gratification out of changing my oil, changing a flat tire, or mowing the grass. I have Jiffy Lube, Triple A, and a guy named Herb for these tasks. Hell, I even hate to pump my own gas. Sometimes when I'm really desperate I bribe John with sexual favors to get a full tank of gas. I'M KIDDING!!! Seriously, I would never stoop that low. Also, for the record, when John goes I will be getting a white long haired Persian kitty with a little pink bow on her tiny little noggin. I shall call her, Elizabeth. Elizabeth and I will shop on the Internet and she will eat Fancy Feast out of a fine dessert dish. It will be lovely.
Let's change gears for a moment and focus on corporate CEO's. You have all heard of the woman who left Google and went to Yahoo and started bossing people around right? Apparently she loves a challenge because in my opinion Google has it all going on and Yahoo does not. There is no doubt that women can get it done, but sometimes our approach is a bit....I don't know....maybe obnoxious? The fact is women will eat their own. We will chew them up, regurgitate them out and flush the toilet on another woman. The guys in my office claim that when a woman walks through the door, whether it be a customer or an applicant, each one of us girls look up and down this woman and snarl at her. We look at her ass, her clothes and her hair. It's like having a strange new chicken in the hen house ya know? In our defense, seriously why would she wear that much jewelry to a job interview? Her clothes are way too tight and with a rock like that on her hand, why does she even need to work? Yea....we hate her.
Women by nature are coordinators, teachers, organizers and usually are actually pretty darn good about picking our battles. The Yahoo CEO needs to learn a lesson or two in the picking your battles thing. I can't wait until her now new born child is a 9 years old with severe Attention Deficit Disorder and the teacher is calling her because he drank a bottle of bubbles and is threatening to blow bubbles out his ass for show and tell. She will be out of the office more than she is in it. Jr will be running her butt off back and forth to detention. Oh, and if she really wants to experience motherhood, I would suggest another child 15 months after the first one. I'm NOT saying you aren't a real mother if you only have one child, I'm saying you are smart :) No, seriously, parenting two children is a lot different than one. See, number two will cover for number one and number one covers for number three. There are more lies being tossed around than when Bill Clinton was in the White House talking about his definition of sex and how he DID NOT have sex with that woman! Ms. what's her name won't have time to worry about who's working at home or under your feet at the office.
Okay back to my point: Miss uptight is on her throne and one of her first ordinances is that people shall now come to work to work.There will be no more working from home. She advises people to use "their better judgement" when having to stay home for repairmen and in making appointments. I understand "facetime" I really do. I see the need to have meetings when everyone is in the same room (although there is Skype...just sayin') However trust me when I say this, if you have a lot of meetings your employees aren't doing what they are supposed to be doing. Meetings are very unproductive after the first 20-30 minutes. They are the biggest time wasters that companies have. ( Let me throw in an analogy here about sermons that are too long at church also. Our minds are good for 20 minutes, please use those minutes wisely. After that you may as well stand in the pulpit and talk like Charlie Browns Teacher...waa waa waa because we probably aren't hearing you.)
Dear Ms. Mayer, you are in the tech business please act accordingly. Coming into the office 8 hours a day is so 80's. Micro managing good employees, is not the way of the future. You can monitor your employees at home. You can measure their productivity. You can set up certain hours or meetings that you want them in the office if brainstorming meetings are necessary. Maybe on those days, let their children play in the nursery you built for YOUR son. Teach him to share for Gawd's sakes. There is more than one way to skin a cat, please use your imagination. Take your grumpy off and try to relate to people. If there are slackers taking advantage at home, counsel them, call them out, but dang don't go back to the dark ages. Don't make it harder for other people who want to do life. Be an advocate for all people. Make people want more women as CEO's. Right now, you are making me appreciate and prefer my male bosses. Women are just as smart, some are just as physically strong, but some feel the need to try to prove their leadership by increasing their crabbiness. Work on those leadership skills, not your bossy skills.
Gloria Steinem was recently on TV and claims we are only 30% into the feminist movement. What? What's missing? We can vote, We can now fight in a war, someday there will be a woman president right? what's missing? I'm kind of content.
You will never, ever see me vote for a woman for president just because she is a woman. (re-read that last sentence you probably read it wrong) I will vote for the best person. If a woman happens to win, we can then celebrate the first woman president, that's fine. How about Danica the race car driver. Kudos to her for breaking into a mostly male sport, but why can't we just lump her in with the guys? She came in 8th.....not bad for a woman? Rickie Bobby says "if your not first your last" When they said start your engines, why did they say "Driver's and Danica start your engines"....That doesn't even make sense. Also, how would we take it if Danica was say 200 lbs with a touch of a hormonal imbalance that created a slight upper lip mustache? Yea, I don't think it would quite be the same. There is now a woman cage fighter, who is as tough as she is hot, says the men at the office. I mean come on didn't that girl who hit that other girl in the knee caps over a skating gold medal go into cage fighting after that incident? I think her name was Tonya Harding. There is also a girl trying to be a kicker for a football team. My daughter welds. (with a fashionable Pink tool belt I might add) Woo Hooo...All these women doing great manly things and I'm just over here making sure my pink paperclips, match my pink stapler which matches my pink toes and fingernails. I like Pink Moscato and pink roses. Pink is my color.
We now allow women to serve on the front line in a war. That's fair as long as the woman doesn't put her male counterparts in danger and keeps up her end of the war. You would not want Bobbie Canton on the front line. No way...it would go something like this:
Commander: Okay Canton, we need hike up that hill and that's where we will set up camp.
Bobbie: No thanks sir, I'm pretty whipped. You go ahead get the camp set up and bring the jeep back down and pick me up. I will just be sitting on this tree stump checking in on Facebook and eating my pop tart.
Yea, no thanks, camping and combat are not my cup of tea.
When John dies, I will be able to handle the things that require a brain. The bills, the insurance, the burial etc etc etc, but I get no personal satisfaction or gratification out of changing my oil, changing a flat tire, or mowing the grass. I have Jiffy Lube, Triple A, and a guy named Herb for these tasks. Hell, I even hate to pump my own gas. Sometimes when I'm really desperate I bribe John with sexual favors to get a full tank of gas. I'M KIDDING!!! Seriously, I would never stoop that low. Also, for the record, when John goes I will be getting a white long haired Persian kitty with a little pink bow on her tiny little noggin. I shall call her, Elizabeth. Elizabeth and I will shop on the Internet and she will eat Fancy Feast out of a fine dessert dish. It will be lovely.
Let's change gears for a moment and focus on corporate CEO's. You have all heard of the woman who left Google and went to Yahoo and started bossing people around right? Apparently she loves a challenge because in my opinion Google has it all going on and Yahoo does not. There is no doubt that women can get it done, but sometimes our approach is a bit....I don't know....maybe obnoxious? The fact is women will eat their own. We will chew them up, regurgitate them out and flush the toilet on another woman. The guys in my office claim that when a woman walks through the door, whether it be a customer or an applicant, each one of us girls look up and down this woman and snarl at her. We look at her ass, her clothes and her hair. It's like having a strange new chicken in the hen house ya know? In our defense, seriously why would she wear that much jewelry to a job interview? Her clothes are way too tight and with a rock like that on her hand, why does she even need to work? Yea....we hate her.
Women by nature are coordinators, teachers, organizers and usually are actually pretty darn good about picking our battles. The Yahoo CEO needs to learn a lesson or two in the picking your battles thing. I can't wait until her now new born child is a 9 years old with severe Attention Deficit Disorder and the teacher is calling her because he drank a bottle of bubbles and is threatening to blow bubbles out his ass for show and tell. She will be out of the office more than she is in it. Jr will be running her butt off back and forth to detention. Oh, and if she really wants to experience motherhood, I would suggest another child 15 months after the first one. I'm NOT saying you aren't a real mother if you only have one child, I'm saying you are smart :) No, seriously, parenting two children is a lot different than one. See, number two will cover for number one and number one covers for number three. There are more lies being tossed around than when Bill Clinton was in the White House talking about his definition of sex and how he DID NOT have sex with that woman! Ms. what's her name won't have time to worry about who's working at home or under your feet at the office.
Okay back to my point: Miss uptight is on her throne and one of her first ordinances is that people shall now come to work to work.There will be no more working from home. She advises people to use "their better judgement" when having to stay home for repairmen and in making appointments. I understand "facetime" I really do. I see the need to have meetings when everyone is in the same room (although there is Skype...just sayin') However trust me when I say this, if you have a lot of meetings your employees aren't doing what they are supposed to be doing. Meetings are very unproductive after the first 20-30 minutes. They are the biggest time wasters that companies have. ( Let me throw in an analogy here about sermons that are too long at church also. Our minds are good for 20 minutes, please use those minutes wisely. After that you may as well stand in the pulpit and talk like Charlie Browns Teacher...waa waa waa because we probably aren't hearing you.)
Dear Ms. Mayer, you are in the tech business please act accordingly. Coming into the office 8 hours a day is so 80's. Micro managing good employees, is not the way of the future. You can monitor your employees at home. You can measure their productivity. You can set up certain hours or meetings that you want them in the office if brainstorming meetings are necessary. Maybe on those days, let their children play in the nursery you built for YOUR son. Teach him to share for Gawd's sakes. There is more than one way to skin a cat, please use your imagination. Take your grumpy off and try to relate to people. If there are slackers taking advantage at home, counsel them, call them out, but dang don't go back to the dark ages. Don't make it harder for other people who want to do life. Be an advocate for all people. Make people want more women as CEO's. Right now, you are making me appreciate and prefer my male bosses. Women are just as smart, some are just as physically strong, but some feel the need to try to prove their leadership by increasing their crabbiness. Work on those leadership skills, not your bossy skills.
Sunday, February 24, 2013
KIDS WITH TATTOOS AND THE MOTHER WHO LOVES THEM (THE KIDS, NOT THE TATTOOS)
When I first started working at Superior Dairy, I was 17 years old and as hayseed as they come. I was raised you don't drink, you don't smoke and for GAWDS sakes don't get tattoos and you don't date those who do.
Well, my first day on the job, I was shocked. There were women there who actually smoked, drank, had tattoos and on top of everything else they were mostly divorced. OMG how was I going to be able to work around these slutty women. Don't worry I soon became used to their sinful ways because I was afraid they would put me in a 50 gallon drum and haul me off to the dump. I learned to kiss a$$ at a very early age out of fear for my life. Seriously, one woman actually shot her husband through the roof of her house. He was on the roof she was inside and apparently shot through the ceiling and got the bastard. If you think I'm going to mess with the likes of her forget it!! So, I didn't mess with them and they didn't mess with me.
I believe my views have softened on social issues because my children have just plain crushed my soul. Their knack of NOT following the parental guidelines I have set before them has forced me to join them rather than beat them to death. I've come a long way since being 17. I now don't judge people on whether they drink, smoke, been divorced or have tattoos. There are some very nice people in those categories actually.
Once again, I was texting my older daughter Sam. I was merely checking in with her because I have not heard much since Ben has been home from nearly a year away inAfghanistan
Me: What's up?
2 hours later:
Sam: Nothing, just getting a tattoo.
Okay, let me fill you in. The very day Sam turned 18 she got a tattoo. No, she didn't get permission or tell me, I read a text and found it out. (It’s on her side/stomach; it looks like the Jack and the Bean stock stock) Actually as tattoos goes it's pretty tasteful. It is black and white, and it's about 3 feet long. When she was pregnant it grew to about six feet long. (Okay that's probably an exaggeration) Still I was appalled that she actually thought her 18th birthday meant something because to me the age doesn't matter, it's where the fiscal responsibility stops and starts that matters. You know....my house my rules? Yea, whatever. My kids wrote their own rules.
Child number two aka Sarah got herself inked. (doesn't that sound like she's a prisoner in the pen or something?) She drew hers herself. It's a character and it's between a sheep and a goat. She named him Vincent, I call him Leonard. It’s on her foot. Then a couple years later, she did the tattoo no no no....she got a name of a boyfriend tattooed on her shoulder. WTH....where did I go wrong? The only time you get a name tattooed on your person is if they died or if it's a child. I mean I suppose I could get John's name tattooed after 28 years, but why? My worry would be when the archeologist digs me up hundreds of years from now they will think my name was John. The name Bobbie Jean is bad enough. Anyway, just last year Sarah covered up Joseph and replaced it with a dang big bird that looks like that bird Edgar Allen Poe wrote about......Said the Raven.....Nevermore. It seriously gives me the creeps.
Want to hear about Jonathan's tattoo? There's nothing to tell, the good son doesn't have one. Okay, back to Sam's Text.
Me: What tattoo are you getting do tell?
Sam: I'm starting a sleeve.
Me: Hahahahah you are so funny.
Sam: don't freak out, I'm seriously starting a sleeve, it doesn't even go to my elbow.
Me: Ben said he didn't want you to get a tattoo and now he's allowing a sleeve? Really?
Sam: He suggested it. Don't worry, I have to re-schedule and come back next week.
Okay so now I have time to kick Ben's ass prior to the appointment.
Sam: I pinned it on pinterest if you want to see it.
So I went to her "Tattoo board" and found all kinds of tattoos. Some I liked and some not so much. This is the one she wants.
I don't get to vote, but if I did, my vote would be something like the one below: I like tattoos with meaning. I actually want to get one myself. I like Angelina Jolies tattoos where she has the coordinates tattooed where each of her children were born. Now that has meaning.
Or Even this one:
:
The following bible verse is what' I'm getting on my shoulder or maybe down my spine. You know.....something biblical.
Proverbs 30:17 The eye that mocks a father and scorns to obey a mother will be picked out by the ravens of the valley and eaten by the vultures.......
Well, my first day on the job, I was shocked. There were women there who actually smoked, drank, had tattoos and on top of everything else they were mostly divorced. OMG how was I going to be able to work around these slutty women. Don't worry I soon became used to their sinful ways because I was afraid they would put me in a 50 gallon drum and haul me off to the dump. I learned to kiss a$$ at a very early age out of fear for my life. Seriously, one woman actually shot her husband through the roof of her house. He was on the roof she was inside and apparently shot through the ceiling and got the bastard. If you think I'm going to mess with the likes of her forget it!! So, I didn't mess with them and they didn't mess with me.
I believe my views have softened on social issues because my children have just plain crushed my soul. Their knack of NOT following the parental guidelines I have set before them has forced me to join them rather than beat them to death. I've come a long way since being 17. I now don't judge people on whether they drink, smoke, been divorced or have tattoos. There are some very nice people in those categories actually.
Once again, I was texting my older daughter Sam. I was merely checking in with her because I have not heard much since Ben has been home from nearly a year away in
Me: What's up?
2 hours later:
Sam: Nothing, just getting a tattoo.
Okay, let me fill you in. The very day Sam turned 18 she got a tattoo. No, she didn't get permission or tell me, I read a text and found it out. (It’s on her side/stomach; it looks like the Jack and the Bean stock stock) Actually as tattoos goes it's pretty tasteful. It is black and white, and it's about 3 feet long. When she was pregnant it grew to about six feet long. (Okay that's probably an exaggeration) Still I was appalled that she actually thought her 18th birthday meant something because to me the age doesn't matter, it's where the fiscal responsibility stops and starts that matters. You know....my house my rules? Yea, whatever. My kids wrote their own rules.
Child number two aka Sarah got herself inked. (doesn't that sound like she's a prisoner in the pen or something?) She drew hers herself. It's a character and it's between a sheep and a goat. She named him Vincent, I call him Leonard. It’s on her foot. Then a couple years later, she did the tattoo no no no....she got a name of a boyfriend tattooed on her shoulder. WTH....where did I go wrong? The only time you get a name tattooed on your person is if they died or if it's a child. I mean I suppose I could get John's name tattooed after 28 years, but why? My worry would be when the archeologist digs me up hundreds of years from now they will think my name was John. The name Bobbie Jean is bad enough. Anyway, just last year Sarah covered up Joseph and replaced it with a dang big bird that looks like that bird Edgar Allen Poe wrote about......Said the Raven.....Nevermore. It seriously gives me the creeps.
Want to hear about Jonathan's tattoo? There's nothing to tell, the good son doesn't have one. Okay, back to Sam's Text.
Me: What tattoo are you getting do tell?
Sam: I'm starting a sleeve.
Me: Hahahahah you are so funny.
Sam: don't freak out, I'm seriously starting a sleeve, it doesn't even go to my elbow.
Me: Ben said he didn't want you to get a tattoo and now he's allowing a sleeve? Really?
Sam: He suggested it. Don't worry, I have to re-schedule and come back next week.
Okay so now I have time to kick Ben's ass prior to the appointment.
Sam: I pinned it on pinterest if you want to see it.
So I went to her "Tattoo board" and found all kinds of tattoos. Some I liked and some not so much. This is the one she wants.
I don't get to vote, but if I did, my vote would be something like the one below: I like tattoos with meaning. I actually want to get one myself. I like Angelina Jolies tattoos where she has the coordinates tattooed where each of her children were born. Now that has meaning.
Or Even this one:
:
The following bible verse is what' I'm getting on my shoulder or maybe down my spine. You know.....something biblical.
Proverbs 30:17 The eye that mocks a father and scorns to obey a mother will be picked out by the ravens of the valley and eaten by the vultures.......
Sunday, February 17, 2013
Who me? Negative? No I'm a Realist
People insinuate that I will find the negative in things before the bright spots. I remember having a discussion with some women at work. We were discussing periods of all things. One girl said "someone here should volunteer to explain the facts of life to Bobbie's girls because she will scare them to death" Jeez, am I that bad? I simply told them the truth. Once a month evil aunt maxi (Short for Maxine) will come and you will simply feel like crap. The misery lasts approx five days, then after that you will have a couple good weeks and then prior to Aunt Maxi coming again you will not fit in any of your jeans, your boobs will hurt, and you will feel like biting the head off a bat. What's wrong with that? I call it reality and everyone else calls it negativity. Really? Raise your hand if you like this monthly intrusion? Tell me one positive thing about it? Wait, I have a positive, If I'm having a period I'M NOT PREGNANT. WOOHOO!!
As for my negativity, well I'm a realist. If something can go wrong it will. Every time a kid actually rings my phone, my heart starts beating to the point of a heart attack and I get instant diarrhea. They don't call unless there is a car or a crisis involved. I've learned texts sometimes can be no better. (this is an actual text conversation, I'm not even kidding)
Kid: Now, don't panic, but we had a small grease fire in the kitchen.
ME: WTF!!! (Well That's Fantastic)
Kid: Do I call insurance or just stick my head in the oven and get it over with.
ME: Call insurance please.... I will stick my head in the oven.
First off, don't start a sentence with "now don't panic" That just means panic. What's even more funny is how the conversation continued.
Kid: I was so scared, I forgot everything I was supposed to do
ME: I think you are supposed to plop a kid on it and smother it.
ME: OMG I meant a LID not a KID....do not put a kid on it!
Kid: We used a blanket to try to smother it. It caught fire.
ME: OMG......
Kid: They told us to use a towel, we lacked a towel
ME: who is "they"? did you stop to google "How to put out a grease fire" or something?
Kid: Noooo from the fire safety crap I learned back in the day. Smother the grease, no water.
I'd bet my next paycheck they used water....Just sayin'.
So this past Friday I'm having a pretty good TGIF and my phone rings with a number I didn't recognize. Oh what the hell, I will answer it because I don't know.... I'm kind of bored.
Man: Hi, Is this Jon's mom?
Me: Yes it is, but I have to go to the bathroom now and I might throw up. Is he in Jail? Wreck? Hurt? Murder? Will this cost me my retirement? Will it require an attorney?
Man: Your son fell off a ladder here at work and fell on his head.
Man: He is on his way to Aultman Hopsital in an ambulance.
Me: Psht is that all? Okay thanks for calling, I will head over to the hospital.
( By the way, the falling off the ladder and landing on his head is a true story, I'm glad to report his head broke his fall ....we are very fortunate it wasn't more serious)
I wish I had let the phone ring and had a recording that would say "if this message is about people by the name of Samantha, Sarah or Jon with no H, please call their father, I have retired and moved to Hawaii. I do not require Birthday or Mother's Day cards any longer. In fact I am in the witness protection program so don't waste a lot of time trying to find me.
People wonder why I absolutely HATE HATE HATE talking on the phone. My phone is not for talking. It's for texting, facebooking and surfing the net. I feel like that dog that hears a bell and starts salivating. When my phone rings I get diarhea. Frankly I'm tired of it.
Everyone has heard about Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome? I believe in it whole heartily. I'm not even joking about it so please don't take offense. I have a different form of the Syndrome. I have Post Traumatic Stress Caused by Teen and Young Adult Children. I may never be the same. Seriously, it is not normal to hyperventilate when your child calls or you get calls from unknown numbers. Yes, I'm negative (or facing reality) but I have three very good reasons!
For those of you who are taking everything I say seriously....good because I'm not even kidding. My goal is when I'm old and my kids are on MY speed dial, I will disguise my voice and say..."excuse me is this Bobbie's daughter? You need to come get your mom she apparently has taken up jogging and all she is wearing are her tennis shoes. Paybacks are going to be a bitch!
As for my negativity, well I'm a realist. If something can go wrong it will. Every time a kid actually rings my phone, my heart starts beating to the point of a heart attack and I get instant diarrhea. They don't call unless there is a car or a crisis involved. I've learned texts sometimes can be no better. (this is an actual text conversation, I'm not even kidding)
Kid: Now, don't panic, but we had a small grease fire in the kitchen.
ME: WTF!!! (Well That's Fantastic)
Kid: Do I call insurance or just stick my head in the oven and get it over with.
ME: Call insurance please.... I will stick my head in the oven.
First off, don't start a sentence with "now don't panic" That just means panic. What's even more funny is how the conversation continued.
Kid: I was so scared, I forgot everything I was supposed to do
ME: I think you are supposed to plop a kid on it and smother it.
ME: OMG I meant a LID not a KID....do not put a kid on it!
Kid: We used a blanket to try to smother it. It caught fire.
ME: OMG......
Kid: They told us to use a towel, we lacked a towel
ME: who is "they"? did you stop to google "How to put out a grease fire" or something?
Kid: Noooo from the fire safety crap I learned back in the day. Smother the grease, no water.
I'd bet my next paycheck they used water....Just sayin'.
So this past Friday I'm having a pretty good TGIF and my phone rings with a number I didn't recognize. Oh what the hell, I will answer it because I don't know.... I'm kind of bored.
Man: Hi, Is this Jon's mom?
Me: Yes it is, but I have to go to the bathroom now and I might throw up. Is he in Jail? Wreck? Hurt? Murder? Will this cost me my retirement? Will it require an attorney?
Man: Your son fell off a ladder here at work and fell on his head.
Man: He is on his way to Aultman Hopsital in an ambulance.
Me: Psht is that all? Okay thanks for calling, I will head over to the hospital.
( By the way, the falling off the ladder and landing on his head is a true story, I'm glad to report his head broke his fall ....we are very fortunate it wasn't more serious)
I wish I had let the phone ring and had a recording that would say "if this message is about people by the name of Samantha, Sarah or Jon with no H, please call their father, I have retired and moved to Hawaii. I do not require Birthday or Mother's Day cards any longer. In fact I am in the witness protection program so don't waste a lot of time trying to find me.
People wonder why I absolutely HATE HATE HATE talking on the phone. My phone is not for talking. It's for texting, facebooking and surfing the net. I feel like that dog that hears a bell and starts salivating. When my phone rings I get diarhea. Frankly I'm tired of it.
Everyone has heard about Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome? I believe in it whole heartily. I'm not even joking about it so please don't take offense. I have a different form of the Syndrome. I have Post Traumatic Stress Caused by Teen and Young Adult Children. I may never be the same. Seriously, it is not normal to hyperventilate when your child calls or you get calls from unknown numbers. Yes, I'm negative (or facing reality) but I have three very good reasons!
For those of you who are taking everything I say seriously....good because I'm not even kidding. My goal is when I'm old and my kids are on MY speed dial, I will disguise my voice and say..."excuse me is this Bobbie's daughter? You need to come get your mom she apparently has taken up jogging and all she is wearing are her tennis shoes. Paybacks are going to be a bitch!
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