I overslept...on purpose
Someone else made me coffee...
I worked through the morning, slowly and without regard for quality
The laundry is clean, but not yet put away.
The bed is made, floors are swept, and bathroom scrubbed...oh and the dusting is finished too.
And ordered pizza for dinner, yep, even though there were pork steaks laid out to thaw.
And now I'm blogging while I import CD's into my iTunes...
Pretty productive nonetheless. Most importantly, I feel pretty optimistic in that tomorrow will be back to the normal stress, but I waited much longer than my husband to recover from the weekend blitz. I was very much deserving of the break.
HA! And you know what I just remembered? My show comes on at 9! Add that to my list of productive things to do before returning back to my king size tempurpedic slumber.
Husband be damned, I WILL RELAX tonight. It felt a little odd not to feel those knots inside my heart chamber all day long. I guess a doctor would call it anxiety, but it's perfectly normal to me, considering that's the only way to feel throughout the day when you're doing the job that I do.
That's all I will say for now. It seems to require a little too much effort simply to think of what I will say next.
Goodnight world..
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Weekend Warriors
I haven't posted all weekend....it's because I have been working. Remember in my first blog when I said that it seems all I ever do is work? Well, I got a pretty good taste of it this weekend.
We started work on Friday night, alternating drivers' and taking turns sleeping throughout the entire weekend before returning home on Sunday night. I take it back, we came home on Saturday night to shower. It always feels a little better after you've been up all night, to at least brush your teeth, and clean your feet :).
Am I still tired, even though it's Tuesday? Yep..
Would I have done this differently? Hell No...
Was it worth it? YES!
We have the kind of job, that when you're doing it, and when you're in the middle of your workday, all you can think about is how bad you hate it, and you would rather spray perfume at Macy's than live in this career for one more second. When the paycheck comes, it's pretty soothing, and you feel like maybe the hell you endured was worthwhile and might start to pay off in the end. It goes up and down like this, and before you know it, ten years have gone by, and you're still doing the same thing, and feeling the same feelings, except you've become accustomed to the ups and downs, and somehow it starts to define you.
Our friends enjoy a few beers on the weekends, going to the club/bar, and winding up at the Waffle House at 3am for coffee and hash browns. If we have the luxury of being without kids for an extended amount of time, we would rather be out there making money, and with the extensive travel involved in a workday, we see a lot of things, and meet a million different kinds of people. We come home exhausted with melted mindframes and our home is suddenly quiet, for we can think of nothing to say except only the necessary,
"Rub my shoulders right here.."
"I'm taking a shower, you coming with?"
"I'm done, going to bed, see you when I see you"
My kids arrived at home right as I walked in the door. My son received a couple of gift cards for his birthday, and he wanted to go to Wal Mart. We all know how I feel about the Wal Mart, but nonetheless. My husband agrees to take him. After this conversation, which my daughter and I witnessed, I'm thinking "I'll be here with only my daughter, I can relax!". My husband pulls me into the bedroom.
"Take a two hour nap, and then you can take him to Wal Mart..."
"REALLY??!"
"Ya! Babe, I'm tired, you got more sleep than me in the truck this weekend..."
I hate that man sometimes...all I'm thinking right now is how productive it would be to finally pinch his head off and feed it to the dog. The dog will eat anything, she won't even notice that her papa is sitting on the couch with no head.
Whilst my Mom borrowed my car this weekend, I have to now go to Wal Mart in the same truck I've lived in for three days. It's not one of those plush trucks with the bucket seats and tilt steering. We're talking vinyl bench seat, flat as a board, with plastic floor boards, freezing, and absolutely no cushion under your ass whatsoever. As soon as I get home, I swear he is going to die...
I have to go back to work for now...and given the fact that there is no interest whatsoever in my workdays, there's not much to talk about anyway. Thought I would share about why I've been gone for three days.
Tonight we play Lazer Tag, so maybe more stories will come from that.....Cheers!
We started work on Friday night, alternating drivers' and taking turns sleeping throughout the entire weekend before returning home on Sunday night. I take it back, we came home on Saturday night to shower. It always feels a little better after you've been up all night, to at least brush your teeth, and clean your feet :).
Am I still tired, even though it's Tuesday? Yep..
Would I have done this differently? Hell No...
Was it worth it? YES!
We have the kind of job, that when you're doing it, and when you're in the middle of your workday, all you can think about is how bad you hate it, and you would rather spray perfume at Macy's than live in this career for one more second. When the paycheck comes, it's pretty soothing, and you feel like maybe the hell you endured was worthwhile and might start to pay off in the end. It goes up and down like this, and before you know it, ten years have gone by, and you're still doing the same thing, and feeling the same feelings, except you've become accustomed to the ups and downs, and somehow it starts to define you.
Our friends enjoy a few beers on the weekends, going to the club/bar, and winding up at the Waffle House at 3am for coffee and hash browns. If we have the luxury of being without kids for an extended amount of time, we would rather be out there making money, and with the extensive travel involved in a workday, we see a lot of things, and meet a million different kinds of people. We come home exhausted with melted mindframes and our home is suddenly quiet, for we can think of nothing to say except only the necessary,
"Rub my shoulders right here.."
"I'm taking a shower, you coming with?"
"I'm done, going to bed, see you when I see you"
My kids arrived at home right as I walked in the door. My son received a couple of gift cards for his birthday, and he wanted to go to Wal Mart. We all know how I feel about the Wal Mart, but nonetheless. My husband agrees to take him. After this conversation, which my daughter and I witnessed, I'm thinking "I'll be here with only my daughter, I can relax!". My husband pulls me into the bedroom.
"Take a two hour nap, and then you can take him to Wal Mart..."
"REALLY??!"
"Ya! Babe, I'm tired, you got more sleep than me in the truck this weekend..."
I hate that man sometimes...all I'm thinking right now is how productive it would be to finally pinch his head off and feed it to the dog. The dog will eat anything, she won't even notice that her papa is sitting on the couch with no head.
Whilst my Mom borrowed my car this weekend, I have to now go to Wal Mart in the same truck I've lived in for three days. It's not one of those plush trucks with the bucket seats and tilt steering. We're talking vinyl bench seat, flat as a board, with plastic floor boards, freezing, and absolutely no cushion under your ass whatsoever. As soon as I get home, I swear he is going to die...
I have to go back to work for now...and given the fact that there is no interest whatsoever in my workdays, there's not much to talk about anyway. Thought I would share about why I've been gone for three days.
Tonight we play Lazer Tag, so maybe more stories will come from that.....Cheers!
Friday, December 2, 2011
Custody Agreements...
So you have a baby with someone. Let's say that you do as God wishes and you're married to this person, let's say you're not married to this person. Either way, you are know sharing a bond with someone for the rest of your life and no matter how you wish to get rid of them, it ain't gonna happen...
My husband had two before he met me. They are mine, I just didn't have the luxury of giving birth. That's all I will fill you in on for now, since I'm trying to be a "journalist", not writing a diary..
So tell me why, when you have a baby with someone, is it necessary to ruin this persons' life if the relationship does not work out. Why do you drag your children into a courtroom, make them sit on the stand in front of twenty strangers, and ask them to speak ill of their own parents? Why do kids have to "report" everything that happened over the weekend at their other parents' house? If you don't trust this person with your child, then maybe it was a bad decision to give them the glory of having a baby with you.
This is the part that always gets me. When I hear someone say, "Well I didn't know that he/she was 'like that'" What does that mean exactly? You knew them well enough to share a bed, and didn't seem to mind that you were having unprotected sex and sharing germs, yet when it comes to having a baby, suddenly this person is the Anti-parent who has no right to their own child, or their rights as a parent.
Now I understand if this person made mistakes, and may have run out on this baby, or doesn't seem to want to follow through with their duties as a parent. What we as parents' need to realize, is that it's not the childs' fault that you chose to share a bed with someone who wasn't going to treat them properly. Already, before this baby is even born, we are disrespecting them enough to give them a parent that will not hold up their responsibilities and will continue to disappoint them well into their adult life. What a terrible place for a child to be, born into a situation where they are continuously questioned, repeatedly abandoned by one (or both) parents, and raised in a setting where they are always forced to witness verbal, physical, and mental abuse between their respective parents'. Is it really too much to ask that we have a little cooth and attempt to teach them to make their own decisions about the quality of the mother/father we have chosen for them? Least of all, lets remember that had it not been for that person, your child wouldn't be here, and that is the greatest gift my husband has ever given me, my children.
Let me only speak to the mothers' here. I'm sure that there are a handful of fathers' that are guilty of this same offense, but often times we find that mom's are the bringers of this particular situation.
Story: A man and woman are married. While they are married there is no problem with the capabilities of either person as a parent. The kids are well taken care of, with clean clothes, food, and plenty of love. One day Mom or Dad decides that it's time to break up. Let's say there are two kids in this family, a boy and a girl perhaps. Now Mom believes it to be her God given right as a person to have full custody of her children, giving Dad the visitation every other weekend, or twice a week, or whatever. Dad agrees with this only because his Dad, and this guys he knows, and that other lady's husband at work got the same deal, and they seemed to be ok with it, so he assumes it to be ok too. This is NO REFLECTION on this man as a parent. Unfortunately for this man, he lives in the kind of "state" where the judge favors the mom, and knowing this from watching it happen to his other buddy that hasn't seen his kids in 3 years, Dad decides it best to just go along with whatever she says so he may be able to salvage what's left of his children's bond with their father. So Mom takes the kids and moves about an hour away, maybe with her friend, maybe with her parents, maybe a new boyfriend, it doesn't matter. Either way, Mom is now getting opinions from different people that are in no way affiliated with her relationship, or her bond with this man as a mother and a father. This would even be a fine agreement, when their divorce is finalized, and they tell the judge what they have worked out for their children, to put it all on paper, just so everybody is sure. Only what comes next is that Mom hears a story about her friend that knows someone who took her husband to court to make sure he pays that "child support" we all know and love. She gets this little Visa card and every two weeks they make a direct deposit, and it comes right out of his check, so she never has to worry about arguing over the money. Now, when Dad divorced Mom, he realized that in order to pay the bills, he was going to have to foreclose on their house, so he had to move to the cheaper neighborhood which was about 20 minutes further from his job. As a result of more traffic to deal with, he was a little late for work more than twice in a month, and was fired. Dad hasn't been able to give Mom any money in about a month, but still calls his kids every day to see how school is going, and offers to drive them to soccer practice, play auditions, etc. This Visa card thing sounds good to Mom, not because she needs the money, since she's living rent free with her friend/mom/boyfriend, but because Dad made her angry when he was late to drop off the kids a couple of weeks ago, and the pain and suffering from the marriage came creeping back. She is hurting and she does not know why, and right about now the likely way to deal is to take him back to court, to stick it to him one more time. So she waits...
Dad gets a new job and starts working, but before he can make good on the money he "owes" her, she files a case with the judge, and has his paychecks garnished, so that she is sure to get what's coming to her. Dad loses this job too. Mom hasn't gotten a payment in two months....she decides it best that the kids don't go away this weekend, locking the door when he knocks, and filing a restraining order when he won't leave without his children. She is in fear of her safety. Nevermind that this woman has no idea how it feels to do without her children, and what it feels like as their father to be abandoned in a home he cannot afford, and forced to get two jobs just to make up the payments, so that maybe, just maybe he can see his kids. She would probably lose her temper too, but that's not important. This part of the story revolves around and around, until the kids are around 14 years of age, and they have not seen their Dad but twice a year or so. They have heard from Mom for most of their lives that Dad was a dead beat, or an asshole, depending on how insulting she chose to make it. Now when Dad shows up after school, just to say hi since they are old enough to decide now, they are more comfortable with Mom, having lived there for ten years, and made their friends at school and in the neighborhood. They don't want to leave Mom's house, and don't wish to speak to Dad knowing all these bad things they know about him now. This Man has missed out on his childrens' life, not by his own doing. Thank you pretty little Visa card, you have once again given greed the upper hand and potentially traumatized the lives of three people in the process.
Now, I am one of the women in this world, who would stay with my husband even if we had no money, no car, and not a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out of. Most women are the same. We will love him regardless, no matter the cost. If love is true, then this is true. Tell me why, in marriage, you will stay with someone in the absence of money, but, in divorce, you will not allow your children the same. You won't allow your kids to see past the dollar signs, and you can't imagine the selfless act of letting this man have a relationship with his kids.
Only my opinion....once again. Maybe some situations are different, and maybe you have your good reasons for now allowing the other parent to play an active role in your childrens' lives. But I can given you one good piece of advice that we practice daily in my home.
Let the other parent be the kind of parent they will be.
That's it! My husbands grandmother says the same statement no matter what the argument. You know what that statement is? "It is what it is." There is no changing someone. You can't make them "want" to see their kids, and you should never lie to your child when Daddy/Mommy doesn't show up as they were supposed to. You have to let your children learn, and you have to let them decide what is best for them when they reach a certain age. My older two kids are 10 and 11. I ask them every other weekend if they want to go. Sometimes they say yes, and sometimes they say no. I don't badger them, I don't force them, and I will most certainly not try to sway them in either direction. And when they were younger and she never showed up, or she made a promise and broke it, I told them the truth, without the curse words and insults. See, my husband made a decision to have kids with this woman, and he is the only one that he can blame for a bad decision, not based on what kind of mother she would be. But we owe it to these kids for them to see the world as it really is, and only are able to hold them when they cry, and answer any questions they may have, with honesty and compassion.
Now my mother is a wonderful woman, and God strike me down should I ever disrespect her or taint her reputation. She raised me alone, and with no help. But, as I look back, I remember my Dad trying to call, and I remember her telling me that should I stay home one weekend instead of going to my Dad's, that we would do something much more fun and exciting. When we moved four states away, I hadn't seen my Dad in 4 years, and only stopped by his house to say good bye. I spent the rest of my teenage life wondering what happened and what was so wrong with me that I didn't have a Dad. At around 19 years of age, when my Dad found out I had moved back in the state, he showed up at my job the very next day because he wanted to see me, and there was nothing holding him back anymore. At 27 years old, he calls me every day....sometimes twice or three times. He comes to every birthday party for my kids, and spends every holiday at my house throughout the year. We were lucky enough to overcome, but having lost all of that time, some wounds will never heal, and some conflicts were never overcome.
Please people, please, from the bottom of my heart I ask you. Just reflect on what you could be doing differently. Just ask yourself, "Am I protecting my kids? Or am I only selfishly protecting myself?" Do not disservice your children by taking away one of the only two people that will be there for them for the rest of their lives. Give them a chance to build an important relationship, and show them the example that people can flourish even in the face of conflict, and without judgment, that love can truly find a way amongst the dim realities of the world today.
My husband had two before he met me. They are mine, I just didn't have the luxury of giving birth. That's all I will fill you in on for now, since I'm trying to be a "journalist", not writing a diary..
So tell me why, when you have a baby with someone, is it necessary to ruin this persons' life if the relationship does not work out. Why do you drag your children into a courtroom, make them sit on the stand in front of twenty strangers, and ask them to speak ill of their own parents? Why do kids have to "report" everything that happened over the weekend at their other parents' house? If you don't trust this person with your child, then maybe it was a bad decision to give them the glory of having a baby with you.
This is the part that always gets me. When I hear someone say, "Well I didn't know that he/she was 'like that'" What does that mean exactly? You knew them well enough to share a bed, and didn't seem to mind that you were having unprotected sex and sharing germs, yet when it comes to having a baby, suddenly this person is the Anti-parent who has no right to their own child, or their rights as a parent.
Now I understand if this person made mistakes, and may have run out on this baby, or doesn't seem to want to follow through with their duties as a parent. What we as parents' need to realize, is that it's not the childs' fault that you chose to share a bed with someone who wasn't going to treat them properly. Already, before this baby is even born, we are disrespecting them enough to give them a parent that will not hold up their responsibilities and will continue to disappoint them well into their adult life. What a terrible place for a child to be, born into a situation where they are continuously questioned, repeatedly abandoned by one (or both) parents, and raised in a setting where they are always forced to witness verbal, physical, and mental abuse between their respective parents'. Is it really too much to ask that we have a little cooth and attempt to teach them to make their own decisions about the quality of the mother/father we have chosen for them? Least of all, lets remember that had it not been for that person, your child wouldn't be here, and that is the greatest gift my husband has ever given me, my children.
Let me only speak to the mothers' here. I'm sure that there are a handful of fathers' that are guilty of this same offense, but often times we find that mom's are the bringers of this particular situation.
Story: A man and woman are married. While they are married there is no problem with the capabilities of either person as a parent. The kids are well taken care of, with clean clothes, food, and plenty of love. One day Mom or Dad decides that it's time to break up. Let's say there are two kids in this family, a boy and a girl perhaps. Now Mom believes it to be her God given right as a person to have full custody of her children, giving Dad the visitation every other weekend, or twice a week, or whatever. Dad agrees with this only because his Dad, and this guys he knows, and that other lady's husband at work got the same deal, and they seemed to be ok with it, so he assumes it to be ok too. This is NO REFLECTION on this man as a parent. Unfortunately for this man, he lives in the kind of "state" where the judge favors the mom, and knowing this from watching it happen to his other buddy that hasn't seen his kids in 3 years, Dad decides it best to just go along with whatever she says so he may be able to salvage what's left of his children's bond with their father. So Mom takes the kids and moves about an hour away, maybe with her friend, maybe with her parents, maybe a new boyfriend, it doesn't matter. Either way, Mom is now getting opinions from different people that are in no way affiliated with her relationship, or her bond with this man as a mother and a father. This would even be a fine agreement, when their divorce is finalized, and they tell the judge what they have worked out for their children, to put it all on paper, just so everybody is sure. Only what comes next is that Mom hears a story about her friend that knows someone who took her husband to court to make sure he pays that "child support" we all know and love. She gets this little Visa card and every two weeks they make a direct deposit, and it comes right out of his check, so she never has to worry about arguing over the money. Now, when Dad divorced Mom, he realized that in order to pay the bills, he was going to have to foreclose on their house, so he had to move to the cheaper neighborhood which was about 20 minutes further from his job. As a result of more traffic to deal with, he was a little late for work more than twice in a month, and was fired. Dad hasn't been able to give Mom any money in about a month, but still calls his kids every day to see how school is going, and offers to drive them to soccer practice, play auditions, etc. This Visa card thing sounds good to Mom, not because she needs the money, since she's living rent free with her friend/mom/boyfriend, but because Dad made her angry when he was late to drop off the kids a couple of weeks ago, and the pain and suffering from the marriage came creeping back. She is hurting and she does not know why, and right about now the likely way to deal is to take him back to court, to stick it to him one more time. So she waits...
Dad gets a new job and starts working, but before he can make good on the money he "owes" her, she files a case with the judge, and has his paychecks garnished, so that she is sure to get what's coming to her. Dad loses this job too. Mom hasn't gotten a payment in two months....she decides it best that the kids don't go away this weekend, locking the door when he knocks, and filing a restraining order when he won't leave without his children. She is in fear of her safety. Nevermind that this woman has no idea how it feels to do without her children, and what it feels like as their father to be abandoned in a home he cannot afford, and forced to get two jobs just to make up the payments, so that maybe, just maybe he can see his kids. She would probably lose her temper too, but that's not important. This part of the story revolves around and around, until the kids are around 14 years of age, and they have not seen their Dad but twice a year or so. They have heard from Mom for most of their lives that Dad was a dead beat, or an asshole, depending on how insulting she chose to make it. Now when Dad shows up after school, just to say hi since they are old enough to decide now, they are more comfortable with Mom, having lived there for ten years, and made their friends at school and in the neighborhood. They don't want to leave Mom's house, and don't wish to speak to Dad knowing all these bad things they know about him now. This Man has missed out on his childrens' life, not by his own doing. Thank you pretty little Visa card, you have once again given greed the upper hand and potentially traumatized the lives of three people in the process.
Now, I am one of the women in this world, who would stay with my husband even if we had no money, no car, and not a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out of. Most women are the same. We will love him regardless, no matter the cost. If love is true, then this is true. Tell me why, in marriage, you will stay with someone in the absence of money, but, in divorce, you will not allow your children the same. You won't allow your kids to see past the dollar signs, and you can't imagine the selfless act of letting this man have a relationship with his kids.
Only my opinion....once again. Maybe some situations are different, and maybe you have your good reasons for now allowing the other parent to play an active role in your childrens' lives. But I can given you one good piece of advice that we practice daily in my home.
Let the other parent be the kind of parent they will be.
That's it! My husbands grandmother says the same statement no matter what the argument. You know what that statement is? "It is what it is." There is no changing someone. You can't make them "want" to see their kids, and you should never lie to your child when Daddy/Mommy doesn't show up as they were supposed to. You have to let your children learn, and you have to let them decide what is best for them when they reach a certain age. My older two kids are 10 and 11. I ask them every other weekend if they want to go. Sometimes they say yes, and sometimes they say no. I don't badger them, I don't force them, and I will most certainly not try to sway them in either direction. And when they were younger and she never showed up, or she made a promise and broke it, I told them the truth, without the curse words and insults. See, my husband made a decision to have kids with this woman, and he is the only one that he can blame for a bad decision, not based on what kind of mother she would be. But we owe it to these kids for them to see the world as it really is, and only are able to hold them when they cry, and answer any questions they may have, with honesty and compassion.
Now my mother is a wonderful woman, and God strike me down should I ever disrespect her or taint her reputation. She raised me alone, and with no help. But, as I look back, I remember my Dad trying to call, and I remember her telling me that should I stay home one weekend instead of going to my Dad's, that we would do something much more fun and exciting. When we moved four states away, I hadn't seen my Dad in 4 years, and only stopped by his house to say good bye. I spent the rest of my teenage life wondering what happened and what was so wrong with me that I didn't have a Dad. At around 19 years of age, when my Dad found out I had moved back in the state, he showed up at my job the very next day because he wanted to see me, and there was nothing holding him back anymore. At 27 years old, he calls me every day....sometimes twice or three times. He comes to every birthday party for my kids, and spends every holiday at my house throughout the year. We were lucky enough to overcome, but having lost all of that time, some wounds will never heal, and some conflicts were never overcome.
Please people, please, from the bottom of my heart I ask you. Just reflect on what you could be doing differently. Just ask yourself, "Am I protecting my kids? Or am I only selfishly protecting myself?" Do not disservice your children by taking away one of the only two people that will be there for them for the rest of their lives. Give them a chance to build an important relationship, and show them the example that people can flourish even in the face of conflict, and without judgment, that love can truly find a way amongst the dim realities of the world today.
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Why I hate Wal Mart, and other grocery store complaints...
You will be able to tell by the time this post is over, that I just got home from Wal-Mart. Here are the three reasons my kids can tell I just got home from Wal-Mart:
1. We actually have food...
2. It's frozen pizza night
3. I am so fucking aggravated that no one can talk or even look at me without being screamed at...
So I pull into the parking lot, and of course it's 5:30 in the evening when everyone gets off of work, so they all come here, to the Wal-Mart...pause... this is my first mistake. i.e. I was lucky enough to have a day off of work today, so stupid of me not to come early in the morning when only the old women were there...
Continuing... So I pull into an aisle, it doesn't matter which one, just pick one! And as I'm pulling forward a Nissan Altima nearly backs into me...yep...what's funny is that this is not such a rare occurance, this happens to every one of us at least three times before we are even able to park the car. I tried to stay positive, because this particular Nissan was backing out of a VERY NICE SPOT, close to the door. I stop...and wait...and wait...and wait...for him to realize I'm back here, and for him to make use of what he believes to be a 40 ACRE FIELD in which he has to back out of his space! As I'm waiting, a lovely soccer mom in her mini van decides it best to try and squeeze around me...AND INTO THIS SPOT. Once you get to know me better you won't even need me to tell you that she didn't get my spot, but the guy standing next to his car in the adjoining space was scared shitless whilst he got to watch the whole thing go down. I won't even get into the circus act I had to perform while toting my lovely two year across this parking lot to keep from being made into a pancake.
Here are the four rules for parking/driving your car at the Wal-Mart (only my opinion):
1. If you are driving a Chevy Aveo, do NOT park your car behind a Lincoln Navigator...you are only pissing me off because you have not the common sense to park where you can see all sides of your car.
2. Don't you DARE door ding someone! Why the hell can you NOT pay attention when you are opening the door to your own car?! And don't blame your kid either, you need to control your child. My two year old can open a door to a car and pay attention to the cars around it.
3. SLOW DOWN when people are trying to help their children cross the damn lot! Your right, it's not your fault they have kids, and you aren't responsible for keeping them safe, but it IS your primary duty as a human being to respect others.
4. If you are walking and others are driving, move the hell on across the aisle! Now I am being respectful enough to let you cross, and while you will have a wonderful lawsuit if I run you over, have either of us really got the time to stand/lay there while we wait for the police, call our lawyer, yada yada? And believe it sister, if I know I'm getting sued for running your slow ass over, I'm gonna make sure I hit you REAL GOOD. You won't be able to enjoy the money, given that you can't walk, or have sex for the rest of your life.
You know, I'm not even inside the store yet...
No doubt that the employees are rude, snotty, and they leave their gigantic loading carts setting right in front of the Kraft Macaroni and Cheese. For christs sake, leave it in the ethnic food aisle...And yes, I'm going to move it, and don't you dare tell me I can't for insurance purposes, or what the fuck ever.
Let's get into the traffic inside...Why does it take a 125 lb. woman twenty minutes to walk along the spaghetti sauce selections, and at the end of all the struggle, she doesn't even buy one? Why do the 75 year old men want to follow me at my reasonable pace, and drive their cart at a full 3 1/2 inches away from my ass? If I stop...and you hit me...ain't nobody gonna need insurance buddy. I don't understand the competition here. Now I'm a "center of the aisle" kind of shopper. This is because I have a baby in the cart that wants to grab...and throw...everything. I don't shop with a grocery list, and I like to look ahead at what's to come, so that when I do arrive at the destination, I can grab my selection and get the hell out of the way. WTF is up with daydreaming while you walk on a Sunday stroll, and then stopping in front of the cookies, and NOT MOVING for a full two minutes?? Don't get hasty with me for pushing your cart out of the way. I do not want to steal your purse thank you very much, I have my own purse, otherwise why would I be here? And another thing, while we are on the subject, who in the hell do these women over 50 think they are? Is it that once you get to a certain age, you don't have to say "excuse me" before pushing through someone? Don't think that just because you are my elder, that I will not bitch slap you for looking off at my child, who does happen to be screaming, and pushing me out of your way. You are SORELY MISTAKEN. Sooner or later, we will all need "shopping insurance". What with Black Friday, and Manic Monday or whatever the hell it's called, we have lost all sight of our god given ability to be polite and respectful.
My rules for shopping within the Wal-Mart:
1. If you don't know what the hell you are shopping for, carry that little basket thingy, so we don't have to manuever around your ginormous cart with ONE POUND of hamburger meat, and your hemorrhoid medicine inside. What a waste of space and time.
2. Say "excuse me" to people that are less than 3 feet from you. This is how I always taught my children to be. This way you are better safe than sorry.
3. DO NOT stand in the aisle and cuss out your boyfriend on your cell phone. Nuff said...
4. Please refrain from farting, scratching your butt, picking your nose, scratching your dandruff, and then selecting your green pepper.
5. You are standing in the check out line for a full ten minutes before your bags are loaded in your cart, you have been given PLENTY of time to fish for your wallet and have your damn money ready when she hollers out the total.
6. PLEASE, for the love of god, and if you care about whether or not I lose my temper starting with you, do NOT walk ALL the way to the Exit, and THEN STOP, in front of the door, the whole door, and put on your coat, check your lipstick, fish for your keys, open your umbrella, etc. etc. I have been in this god forsaken hell hole for THREE HOURS with screaming children tugging at me, asking me for things, and old people pushing my butt with their cart. I want to get the hell out of here, and if YOU are the only thing standing in my way, I am going to go psycho on your ass!!!!!
My kids always laugh at me, because I have this uncanny ability to leave at just the right time to catch every single red light. I am EXCELLENT at picking out the ONLY flavor of salad dressing that my husband hates. I will drive my car until it's running on fumes, and the only gas station I can make it to is the one with the highest gas prices. This carries over because at the Wal-Mart, I have an unforseen attraction to the SLOWEST CASHIER IN THE ENTIRE STORE! I can walk past six checkout lanes, and really be trying to get it right! I can stand and watch them for a few minutes (out of the line of traffic of course), and really think I am making the best decision. It never works.
She's like 62 years old. She's not old, and not overweight, and not lazy, that's not it. She's friendly, she was obviously pretty in her younger years. Her name is Debby, yes, with a "Y", weird huh?
SHE IS SLOW AS HELL! She has NO IDEA where the barcodes are, and has obviously worked here for about six hours in total career time. She is all alone, and no one is helping her, training her, nothing. I've done it again. This is always the time of the shopping trip that my husband calls, wondering where the hell I am, and what the hell is taking so long. I am literally putting one bag in my cart per minute of my standing here waiting for her to check me out. I am so pissed, and my feet hurt so bad, and I am about to explode. My daughter, the two year old, has a favorite pastime. She likes to spin the bagger thing while the cashier struggles to bag the items. She thinks that it is just hilarious to watch them get so frustrated and they can do nothing about it because her mommy would punch them for saying a word about it. She is not even playing the game with this woman! This baby is so bored with this cashier she has her head resting on her arms on the cart. She is falling asleep watching this woman bag my groceries! Just as I am about to blow up, and I try, I really try not to yell at strangers, she says to me,
"I apologize for the inconvenience, it's only my second day, and I can tell that you are frustrated..."
(little guilty feeling.........) "It's fine, but I do have to go, can I just have my receipt?"
She seriously looks like she is about to cry. UGH! "Have a wonderful night, don't worry it will get easier." I say this as I dart for the door. I'm sorry Debby, I just do not have the time nor the patience.
SHOUT OUT TO WAL MART: Put these people to work at the fitting room! How ridiculous is it that you will hire anyone, with no judgment on age, creed, sex, whatever, and then throw them into a situation where they are bound to catch shit?! Get it together already. As a multi-BILLION dollar empire, by now you have figured out who can function more appropriately in which department. Like when they put the little blonde girl in the Sporting Goods Dept. and expect her to know how to zone the soccer balls based on size. REALLY?!
I'm in the parking lot, loading my car. I look around and realize that my well earned parking space was not equipped with the one amenity that I desire the most, a nearby cart corral. I usually think this through when I have only the little one. I don't like to leave her alone in the car for even a moment. At this point I am so DONE with the entire ordeal, that I opt to park the cart in front of my car. I don't even care about where it lands, just get it the hell away from me, and get me the hell out of this store. I look over a spot a 100 year old man operating the cart machine thing that pushes them across the lot. This is their cart guy! There is an able bodied 17 year old inside stocking vegetables that would be so much better at this! And without the risk of a workmans comp suit for causing someone a heart attack! As I'm standing there feeling sorry for him, I hear him shout "You know there's a cart corral right over here!"
Oh no you didn't....
"Well I don't have time after your charade of dumb cashiers and this cattle drive you call a shopping center!!" Yep, you betcha, I lost it.
"Well, I guess you don't care if it rolls into a car huh?" He's obviously having the same kind of Wal-Mart experience as me....LMFAO.
"As a matter of fact I don't! Cause I know that's why they hired YOU!" And I get into my car.
OK, maybe it is kind of funny. Now that I'm reading it, and feeling sorry for Debby. I ruined two elderly peoples' day today, and you know what? It's only thanks to these fine American Citizens that were shopping with me at the Wal-Mart today.
1. We actually have food...
2. It's frozen pizza night
3. I am so fucking aggravated that no one can talk or even look at me without being screamed at...
So I pull into the parking lot, and of course it's 5:30 in the evening when everyone gets off of work, so they all come here, to the Wal-Mart...pause... this is my first mistake. i.e. I was lucky enough to have a day off of work today, so stupid of me not to come early in the morning when only the old women were there...
Continuing... So I pull into an aisle, it doesn't matter which one, just pick one! And as I'm pulling forward a Nissan Altima nearly backs into me...yep...what's funny is that this is not such a rare occurance, this happens to every one of us at least three times before we are even able to park the car. I tried to stay positive, because this particular Nissan was backing out of a VERY NICE SPOT, close to the door. I stop...and wait...and wait...and wait...for him to realize I'm back here, and for him to make use of what he believes to be a 40 ACRE FIELD in which he has to back out of his space! As I'm waiting, a lovely soccer mom in her mini van decides it best to try and squeeze around me...AND INTO THIS SPOT. Once you get to know me better you won't even need me to tell you that she didn't get my spot, but the guy standing next to his car in the adjoining space was scared shitless whilst he got to watch the whole thing go down. I won't even get into the circus act I had to perform while toting my lovely two year across this parking lot to keep from being made into a pancake.
Here are the four rules for parking/driving your car at the Wal-Mart (only my opinion):
1. If you are driving a Chevy Aveo, do NOT park your car behind a Lincoln Navigator...you are only pissing me off because you have not the common sense to park where you can see all sides of your car.
2. Don't you DARE door ding someone! Why the hell can you NOT pay attention when you are opening the door to your own car?! And don't blame your kid either, you need to control your child. My two year old can open a door to a car and pay attention to the cars around it.
3. SLOW DOWN when people are trying to help their children cross the damn lot! Your right, it's not your fault they have kids, and you aren't responsible for keeping them safe, but it IS your primary duty as a human being to respect others.
4. If you are walking and others are driving, move the hell on across the aisle! Now I am being respectful enough to let you cross, and while you will have a wonderful lawsuit if I run you over, have either of us really got the time to stand/lay there while we wait for the police, call our lawyer, yada yada? And believe it sister, if I know I'm getting sued for running your slow ass over, I'm gonna make sure I hit you REAL GOOD. You won't be able to enjoy the money, given that you can't walk, or have sex for the rest of your life.
You know, I'm not even inside the store yet...
No doubt that the employees are rude, snotty, and they leave their gigantic loading carts setting right in front of the Kraft Macaroni and Cheese. For christs sake, leave it in the ethnic food aisle...And yes, I'm going to move it, and don't you dare tell me I can't for insurance purposes, or what the fuck ever.
Let's get into the traffic inside...Why does it take a 125 lb. woman twenty minutes to walk along the spaghetti sauce selections, and at the end of all the struggle, she doesn't even buy one? Why do the 75 year old men want to follow me at my reasonable pace, and drive their cart at a full 3 1/2 inches away from my ass? If I stop...and you hit me...ain't nobody gonna need insurance buddy. I don't understand the competition here. Now I'm a "center of the aisle" kind of shopper. This is because I have a baby in the cart that wants to grab...and throw...everything. I don't shop with a grocery list, and I like to look ahead at what's to come, so that when I do arrive at the destination, I can grab my selection and get the hell out of the way. WTF is up with daydreaming while you walk on a Sunday stroll, and then stopping in front of the cookies, and NOT MOVING for a full two minutes?? Don't get hasty with me for pushing your cart out of the way. I do not want to steal your purse thank you very much, I have my own purse, otherwise why would I be here? And another thing, while we are on the subject, who in the hell do these women over 50 think they are? Is it that once you get to a certain age, you don't have to say "excuse me" before pushing through someone? Don't think that just because you are my elder, that I will not bitch slap you for looking off at my child, who does happen to be screaming, and pushing me out of your way. You are SORELY MISTAKEN. Sooner or later, we will all need "shopping insurance". What with Black Friday, and Manic Monday or whatever the hell it's called, we have lost all sight of our god given ability to be polite and respectful.
My rules for shopping within the Wal-Mart:
1. If you don't know what the hell you are shopping for, carry that little basket thingy, so we don't have to manuever around your ginormous cart with ONE POUND of hamburger meat, and your hemorrhoid medicine inside. What a waste of space and time.
2. Say "excuse me" to people that are less than 3 feet from you. This is how I always taught my children to be. This way you are better safe than sorry.
3. DO NOT stand in the aisle and cuss out your boyfriend on your cell phone. Nuff said...
4. Please refrain from farting, scratching your butt, picking your nose, scratching your dandruff, and then selecting your green pepper.
5. You are standing in the check out line for a full ten minutes before your bags are loaded in your cart, you have been given PLENTY of time to fish for your wallet and have your damn money ready when she hollers out the total.
6. PLEASE, for the love of god, and if you care about whether or not I lose my temper starting with you, do NOT walk ALL the way to the Exit, and THEN STOP, in front of the door, the whole door, and put on your coat, check your lipstick, fish for your keys, open your umbrella, etc. etc. I have been in this god forsaken hell hole for THREE HOURS with screaming children tugging at me, asking me for things, and old people pushing my butt with their cart. I want to get the hell out of here, and if YOU are the only thing standing in my way, I am going to go psycho on your ass!!!!!
My kids always laugh at me, because I have this uncanny ability to leave at just the right time to catch every single red light. I am EXCELLENT at picking out the ONLY flavor of salad dressing that my husband hates. I will drive my car until it's running on fumes, and the only gas station I can make it to is the one with the highest gas prices. This carries over because at the Wal-Mart, I have an unforseen attraction to the SLOWEST CASHIER IN THE ENTIRE STORE! I can walk past six checkout lanes, and really be trying to get it right! I can stand and watch them for a few minutes (out of the line of traffic of course), and really think I am making the best decision. It never works.
She's like 62 years old. She's not old, and not overweight, and not lazy, that's not it. She's friendly, she was obviously pretty in her younger years. Her name is Debby, yes, with a "Y", weird huh?
SHE IS SLOW AS HELL! She has NO IDEA where the barcodes are, and has obviously worked here for about six hours in total career time. She is all alone, and no one is helping her, training her, nothing. I've done it again. This is always the time of the shopping trip that my husband calls, wondering where the hell I am, and what the hell is taking so long. I am literally putting one bag in my cart per minute of my standing here waiting for her to check me out. I am so pissed, and my feet hurt so bad, and I am about to explode. My daughter, the two year old, has a favorite pastime. She likes to spin the bagger thing while the cashier struggles to bag the items. She thinks that it is just hilarious to watch them get so frustrated and they can do nothing about it because her mommy would punch them for saying a word about it. She is not even playing the game with this woman! This baby is so bored with this cashier she has her head resting on her arms on the cart. She is falling asleep watching this woman bag my groceries! Just as I am about to blow up, and I try, I really try not to yell at strangers, she says to me,
"I apologize for the inconvenience, it's only my second day, and I can tell that you are frustrated..."
(little guilty feeling.........) "It's fine, but I do have to go, can I just have my receipt?"
She seriously looks like she is about to cry. UGH! "Have a wonderful night, don't worry it will get easier." I say this as I dart for the door. I'm sorry Debby, I just do not have the time nor the patience.
SHOUT OUT TO WAL MART: Put these people to work at the fitting room! How ridiculous is it that you will hire anyone, with no judgment on age, creed, sex, whatever, and then throw them into a situation where they are bound to catch shit?! Get it together already. As a multi-BILLION dollar empire, by now you have figured out who can function more appropriately in which department. Like when they put the little blonde girl in the Sporting Goods Dept. and expect her to know how to zone the soccer balls based on size. REALLY?!
I'm in the parking lot, loading my car. I look around and realize that my well earned parking space was not equipped with the one amenity that I desire the most, a nearby cart corral. I usually think this through when I have only the little one. I don't like to leave her alone in the car for even a moment. At this point I am so DONE with the entire ordeal, that I opt to park the cart in front of my car. I don't even care about where it lands, just get it the hell away from me, and get me the hell out of this store. I look over a spot a 100 year old man operating the cart machine thing that pushes them across the lot. This is their cart guy! There is an able bodied 17 year old inside stocking vegetables that would be so much better at this! And without the risk of a workmans comp suit for causing someone a heart attack! As I'm standing there feeling sorry for him, I hear him shout "You know there's a cart corral right over here!"
Oh no you didn't....
"Well I don't have time after your charade of dumb cashiers and this cattle drive you call a shopping center!!" Yep, you betcha, I lost it.
"Well, I guess you don't care if it rolls into a car huh?" He's obviously having the same kind of Wal-Mart experience as me....LMFAO.
"As a matter of fact I don't! Cause I know that's why they hired YOU!" And I get into my car.
OK, maybe it is kind of funny. Now that I'm reading it, and feeling sorry for Debby. I ruined two elderly peoples' day today, and you know what? It's only thanks to these fine American Citizens that were shopping with me at the Wal-Mart today.
I will start by bitching about Facebook...
I was once an avid follower on Facebook. I would update my status twice a day to let my friends and family know what was going on in my life, and what changes or funny things had happened since my last post...
One morning, I saw a link from someone elses status, that led you to a display of the most frequently used words on your Facebook page, something funny right? You know what mine said?
"The most frequently used word is 'Work' " HA!
"The second most frequently used word is 'Coffee'" LMFAO!
My priorities were obviously not in order. I realized that the definition of this "thing" I'm doing on my Facebook page every day is "BOREDOM".
Maybe most of you aren't bored on your Facebook. Maybe you play games for hours at a time, growing your crops, or taking care of your cafe, fishtank, whatever. Trust me I've had my share of those hours spent when I should have been doing the dishes or mopping the floors, but was instead growing corn and milking cows, ONLINE.
Here is another observation. I see my friends with this app on their smartphone that allows them to post status updates, and pictures right to their Facebook page, without having to wait until they get home, at which time "the moment is over", right? The funny part: These same people that I enjoy spending time with, are only spending their time with me, updating their statuses and posting pics! I'll put it simply and get it out quickly,
"If you have time to post about it on Facebook, then it isn't that fun to begin with."
There, I said it. Yep, that's right. You think your life is so interesting that people want to know about the carriage ride where your boyfriend proposed, so in the middle of his well thought out and romantic request, you say "Wait! I have to take a pic! The girls are gonna love this one! Let me just type this in real quick, hold on...(click, click, click) send.....Ok I'm ready, go ahead." More fun for your friends actually, because what they imagine is that you were actually enjoying the moment being played out for you, rather than what you actually did, which was ruin it.
I don't want to be a hater. I saw the movie, which was quite well put together by the way, and I love that little guy that played Mark Zuckerberg. What a great success story about this man that worked non-stop, around the clock, fashioning this ultra productive database that would change the lives and social links of millions. One thing I care to note though: that man worked around the clock, 24 hours a day and 7 days a week to build this, and that is how he became successful. While his friends partied, he worked, and while his co-workers celebrated a successful change, he was working feverishly on the next one. See, success only comes to those who work hard, and earn what they have coming to them. I will save that rant for another blog. Something tells me that Mark Zuckerberg doesn't spend a whole lot of minutes in his day, updating his status. His two most commonly words would probably be strangely similar to mine...like I would ever compare.
On to the next complaint. What business do we have, being friends with ex's on Facebook? They can view our pictures, they can comment on our page, and before we may have a chance to delete that flirtatious remark before our new boyfriend sees it, oops, too late, 300 people read it, and he's bound to find out one way or another. My husband and I had an agreement....Unless it was family, we wouldn't befriend the opposite sex on the Facebook. I hate to sound judgmental, because it's one of my strongest features as a person, that I refuse to pass judgement, but if that rule bothers you, I mean really makes you feel like your "personal rights" would be violated, then you need to reconsider the commitment you've made to your partner. It's only my opinion...
I no longer have a Facebook page, and it was one of the best decisions I feel I ever made. I'll get a little political on you here, and I want to disclose that I know not about the details of American Gov't today, nor do I claim to state facts, so please take whatever I say with a grain of salt. I've seen some videos, and read some articles, that suggest that the government may start using little tools to help them track, locate, predict, or control the activities of the American people. As I stated, I'm not sure that any of this is fact, and I don't pretend to know what I'm talking about. But, if you look at it this way, on your Facebook page last night you "checked in" at Romano's Macaroni Grill at 7:36 pm. Nuff said.
My mother always told me, "If you don't want anyone to know about it, DON'T write it down!" I've seen my share of posts on Facebook that suggest prejudices, vulgarity, and offensive statements. You can ask anyone who knows me on a personal level, they will tell you that I am the FIRST person to say what I'm thinking, whether it is hurtful or not. Those same people will also tell you that I do so with as much tact and dignity as possible, so as not to burn bridges, create tainted images, etc. I have an associate, that's all we will call them, and frequently this persons' Facebook page is updated with comments referring to sex, curse words that are unmentionable even to me, and equally offensive statements directed at people in their life that are not present to defend themselves. Now, I am FIRM believer in the freedom of speech, but my question is, why? Why? Why do you feel the need to lessen your image and taint others opinions of you, by showing only the UNintelligent side of your personal self? I'm just saying, no matter who you are, and how you claim not to give a S**T what people think of you, you care, come on...you know you do...don't lie.
I think that about sums it up...Maybe if we have a Facebook page, we could use it responsibly, and not as a tool for breaking up relationships, showing our asses, and avoiding the real world in general. Maybe if we want to reconnect with someone, we could give them a friendly phone call, or go visit them, and leave the damn smartphone in the car. Maybe if we really feel the need to put our "opinions" out there, we could find a way to say it without the consequence of hurting others and offending most. It's not funny, it's offensive. And it goes without saying, that since I've been free of my Facebook page, I find it a lot more fun to actually live in the moment I am in, and not be worried about what comes next, "the posting on the Facebook". Once again, only my opinion.
One morning, I saw a link from someone elses status, that led you to a display of the most frequently used words on your Facebook page, something funny right? You know what mine said?
"The most frequently used word is 'Work' " HA!
"The second most frequently used word is 'Coffee'" LMFAO!
My priorities were obviously not in order. I realized that the definition of this "thing" I'm doing on my Facebook page every day is "BOREDOM".
Maybe most of you aren't bored on your Facebook. Maybe you play games for hours at a time, growing your crops, or taking care of your cafe, fishtank, whatever. Trust me I've had my share of those hours spent when I should have been doing the dishes or mopping the floors, but was instead growing corn and milking cows, ONLINE.
Here is another observation. I see my friends with this app on their smartphone that allows them to post status updates, and pictures right to their Facebook page, without having to wait until they get home, at which time "the moment is over", right? The funny part: These same people that I enjoy spending time with, are only spending their time with me, updating their statuses and posting pics! I'll put it simply and get it out quickly,
"If you have time to post about it on Facebook, then it isn't that fun to begin with."
There, I said it. Yep, that's right. You think your life is so interesting that people want to know about the carriage ride where your boyfriend proposed, so in the middle of his well thought out and romantic request, you say "Wait! I have to take a pic! The girls are gonna love this one! Let me just type this in real quick, hold on...(click, click, click) send.....Ok I'm ready, go ahead." More fun for your friends actually, because what they imagine is that you were actually enjoying the moment being played out for you, rather than what you actually did, which was ruin it.
I don't want to be a hater. I saw the movie, which was quite well put together by the way, and I love that little guy that played Mark Zuckerberg. What a great success story about this man that worked non-stop, around the clock, fashioning this ultra productive database that would change the lives and social links of millions. One thing I care to note though: that man worked around the clock, 24 hours a day and 7 days a week to build this, and that is how he became successful. While his friends partied, he worked, and while his co-workers celebrated a successful change, he was working feverishly on the next one. See, success only comes to those who work hard, and earn what they have coming to them. I will save that rant for another blog. Something tells me that Mark Zuckerberg doesn't spend a whole lot of minutes in his day, updating his status. His two most commonly words would probably be strangely similar to mine...like I would ever compare.
On to the next complaint. What business do we have, being friends with ex's on Facebook? They can view our pictures, they can comment on our page, and before we may have a chance to delete that flirtatious remark before our new boyfriend sees it, oops, too late, 300 people read it, and he's bound to find out one way or another. My husband and I had an agreement....Unless it was family, we wouldn't befriend the opposite sex on the Facebook. I hate to sound judgmental, because it's one of my strongest features as a person, that I refuse to pass judgement, but if that rule bothers you, I mean really makes you feel like your "personal rights" would be violated, then you need to reconsider the commitment you've made to your partner. It's only my opinion...
I no longer have a Facebook page, and it was one of the best decisions I feel I ever made. I'll get a little political on you here, and I want to disclose that I know not about the details of American Gov't today, nor do I claim to state facts, so please take whatever I say with a grain of salt. I've seen some videos, and read some articles, that suggest that the government may start using little tools to help them track, locate, predict, or control the activities of the American people. As I stated, I'm not sure that any of this is fact, and I don't pretend to know what I'm talking about. But, if you look at it this way, on your Facebook page last night you "checked in" at Romano's Macaroni Grill at 7:36 pm. Nuff said.
My mother always told me, "If you don't want anyone to know about it, DON'T write it down!" I've seen my share of posts on Facebook that suggest prejudices, vulgarity, and offensive statements. You can ask anyone who knows me on a personal level, they will tell you that I am the FIRST person to say what I'm thinking, whether it is hurtful or not. Those same people will also tell you that I do so with as much tact and dignity as possible, so as not to burn bridges, create tainted images, etc. I have an associate, that's all we will call them, and frequently this persons' Facebook page is updated with comments referring to sex, curse words that are unmentionable even to me, and equally offensive statements directed at people in their life that are not present to defend themselves. Now, I am FIRM believer in the freedom of speech, but my question is, why? Why? Why do you feel the need to lessen your image and taint others opinions of you, by showing only the UNintelligent side of your personal self? I'm just saying, no matter who you are, and how you claim not to give a S**T what people think of you, you care, come on...you know you do...don't lie.
I think that about sums it up...Maybe if we have a Facebook page, we could use it responsibly, and not as a tool for breaking up relationships, showing our asses, and avoiding the real world in general. Maybe if we want to reconnect with someone, we could give them a friendly phone call, or go visit them, and leave the damn smartphone in the car. Maybe if we really feel the need to put our "opinions" out there, we could find a way to say it without the consequence of hurting others and offending most. It's not funny, it's offensive. And it goes without saying, that since I've been free of my Facebook page, I find it a lot more fun to actually live in the moment I am in, and not be worried about what comes next, "the posting on the Facebook". Once again, only my opinion.
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