Not many things in life bring me joy but there are a few such as vodka cocktails and designer brands. I have a dear friend who lives in dear 'ol Brooklyn, NY and from time to time when he travels into New York City he will tempt me and my pocket book by sending me pictures of my favorite things...
*clickety click pictures for extra joy*
Oh, be still my beating heart.
Do you ever wonder how you have become the person you are? I think of my parents and most certainly I am more like my father than my mother in these aspects:
Dad:
Is a loner
Makes friends easily but really only cares about himself
Is a slow eater
Always on the go
Mom:
Doesn't "friend" herself out very much but does much for her family
Is a picky eater
Smacks when she eats
Is afraid to take chances
And I am like neither in these aspects:
They don't drink
They like to talk on the phone
Eat their steaks well done
I am stubborn, selfish, a dog person, slow eater, a napper, a drinker, a sipper, a guzzler, a funneler. I think of ways to change the world, I dream in color, I think of running away when I have a bad day, can only commit 5 years to a relationship and then I'm ready to move on. I think cleanliness is close to godliness and that a clean, neat, straight home is an absolute reflection on the woman only, because men are not expected to clean base boards or dust blinds. I can go days without human contact or turning on the TV but I can't go days without my evening cocktail. I love to cook laborious meals, I rarely give out compliments, seeing elderly people in public struggling to open a door or trying to eat a meal without spilling their food from trembling upsets me beyond belief. I believe red fingernail polish and red lipstick will never be anything less than classic and always in style. I love flowers, front porches, rocking chairs and fried chicken and I would never wear white shoes before Easter or after Labor Day.
Where does all of my quirkiness come from?
"Today you are You, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is Youer than You." ~~ Dr. Suess
It's no secret I have no soft spot for children and in a recent article the not so soft spot became even harder. It seems a Pennsylvania teacher was venting on her blog about HER students. She was exclaiming what some of us already think. Teachers appear to me, afraid to teach, afraid to correct, are afraid to be in charge and rightly so with all of the delicate civil rights and liberties of their students being thrown in their faces daily. And wouldn't you just know it --- the teacher was suspended with pay.
When I was in school and as a matter of fact on my very first day of first grade I got a paddling from Mrs. Carpenter for going out to recess when I was told not to because I was talking in class. I had on a dress that came above my knees and my body was not blanketed by any fat so I remember the sting of the board, oh do I remember it and I when I got home I got another smacking for the smacking I got at school. See the pattern?
I had no idea what CPS or DHR was when I was growing up. If you were bad, you were punished and as far as I can see that is how it should be. No more "one more time and you're gonna get it" and then never get it. How has it gotten to this? Schools are places for teaching, learning and some of those lessons are to know what is right and what is wrong. If you are disobedient, then pay the price whether its detention, cleaning up the school grounds or suspension. Sniveling disrepectful brats, little back talking juvenile deliquents -- that is what schools are full of in this time and place and it is pitiful teachers have to tip-toe around their sensitive sensibilities because it might cause issues in some adverse way.
So here I am bitching about all kids in general because its free speech, right? I don't have a teaching job and my bitching is not on the same grounds as the teacher in question but it is bitching nonetheless. Will I lose my job?
If you are a kid in school or just a kid in general you aren't entitled to anything just because. You earn it, you learn it.
I couldn't love another bunch of freaks and hoochies as much as I love you all...
Happy Valentine's Day!
Two weeks ago my mother's husband thought he had something in his eye, he couldn't remove whatever it was. He took a trip to the eye doctor who looked at the issue and referred him to another. He tripped onto the other doctor who then told him "I think you have eye cancer, not the type that will get into your blood stream but they type that will eat away your face". A biopsy was taken & the results are in: BENIGN.
I see said the blind man!
I've had two people join me & begin to drink my kool-aid in the past two weeks. You can see them to the right of the page - the weird cartoon character & the other brown guy.
Maybe they're really upstanding guys but they are kinda creeping me out.
What do you think?
Sometimes I feel so down and out and I wish for someone to come along and love me back to life.
They never come.
"This is pitiful. A thousand people freezing their butts off waiting to worship a rat. What a hype" ~~ Phil Connors
