Your Love Is Driving Me Crazy - Sammy Hagar
You KNOW you like this song. Click the link, I dare ya …
From his 1983 Three Lock Box album.
Resolutions Anyone?
I always aim to start anew each January 1st. I used to make actual ‘resolutions’. You know. Wrote them down. Discussed them with friends. Then, well I’d have a bag of MnM’s. The one lb size. In one sitting.
I think it’s great to make a plan to do better. Be better. But human nature is dead-set against this. This, my friends, is a fact.
But every year let’s at least try. Right? MnM anyone?
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Dear Teenage Girls
It’s December. This is the Northeast. Put the flip-flops away until March. I know you don’t want to put a coat on. Gloves and scarves work for you – good. But the flip-flops are beyond crazy. I saw you wearing your Uggs in September. It did NOT get warmer since then, I promise.
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Donald Trump: Presidential Politics Aren’t Your Forte
You either love or hate him. I’m kind of neutral. He entertains me sometimes and he irritates me other times.
The GOP primary is already something of a clown-show without him. His assertion that he’s still thinking about running as an independent is beyond silly. But I don’t think he’s kidding. He’s a smart guy. How does he not realize that he’s only adding to the voter-fatigue and making Obama look better and better each and every day?
People want Donald Trump to entertain them – if they are interested in hearing from him I should add. He’s making a bigger mockery of the process and he should stop.
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Irritating Conversation Habits
We all have those things that annoy us when talking to others. I do something that is terribly offensive to many people. I talk at the same time as the person I am talking to. I should clarify. I begin talking before they are finished what they are saying. I know. Bad. It may be helpful for you to know that not only am I aware that I do it, I frequently apologize immediately upon doing it AND I’m cognitively working toward not doing it. Where does it come from? I don’t know. I grew up with four siblings all close in age and we were all constantly trying to be heard maybe? I really have no excuse. Maybe that’s why blogging is such a good medium for me. I can’t type over someone else, right? The most troubling part about it for me is that if I’m talking while the other person is talking – well, obviously I’m not listening to them. I want to listen, truly. Except sometimes. When I’m not interested in what they are saying or I want to change the subject because they’ve talked numerous times about the same thing. Just being honest. Passive aggressive slightly? Sure.
There are other terribly irritating habits that other people have when conversing with others.
There’s the checking the cell phone while listening to me talk people.
What about the people who look at you while you’re talking, but their eye direction moves to any object or person behind you frequently.
I have a friend who takes every innocuous statement made to her (“it’s cold outside”, “soon, the days will be getting longer”, and “that house color is really bright”) and plays devil’s advocate in response.
“This cold is nothing compared to what we have coming”, and “According to the weather man, they are already getting longer”, “Maybe money is tight and they got a significant discount on that paint”. I used to counter some of these responses but she only does more arguing. She’s definitely an instigator. Yesterday I was in a home improvement store with her. Small local birds are frequently inside these warehouse sized stores. They get in through the large automatic doors all around the building. They are obviously drawn to the stores because of the large open air nursery areas they all have. Inside the store there’s a department for bird feeding and they have no trouble finding their way into loose seed. She said yesterday, “Oh, so many birds in here today.” I said (being the huge animal lover) “I love that they find their way in here and live.” Her response? “Well there’s nothing for them to eat in here. Eventually they just expire. The poor workers have to clean up all those dead birds regularly.” Yes. Instead of simply smiling at me and nodding to my happy statement, this is what I got in return.
I have a brother, who when you are telling him a story if he starts to lose interest, will begin whistling. Like a game show going to commercial. Five second warning that you’re about out of time telling him what you want to.
I have another close family member who says, “That’s the scoop around here.” when you’re having a phone conversation and she wants to get off the phone. Or how about the phone conversation where the other person wants to get off the phone and says “I’ll let you go.” Shouldn’t they be saying, “Listen, I need you to let me go. I have to____.”?
What peeves you?
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Please Don’t Get Me a Gift; No Really, I Mean It
I’m at an established state in life where if I want something, I go buy it. Seriously. I’m also in that stage of life where I no longer tolerate crappy items in my home. So when I host a holiday open house this year and you stop by, you REALLY, SERIOUSLY, DEFINITELY do not need to bring me a gift of any sort. Wine is always welcome. So is fine chocolate. After that, if it’s not a 2 carat or larger diamond anything, bring just yourself and your family.
I have thrown away more ‘disposable’ gifts than I want to even remember. I’m talking items I can’t even donate to some nice organization – never mind regifting them. Most weren’t even recycle-able either, oy.
They say it’s the ‘thought that counts’ – I don’t disagree. But what were you thinking when you gave me flowers in a wall mounted flower vase? The flowers would have made sense, but you want me to put a permanent holder on my wall for the occasion? Or the festive felt bag of ‘reindeer treats’ that really had deer food in it? You know I don’t have a pet deer, right? And you know that Santa Claus isn’t real, right?
I’ve put ‘please make a donation to the charity of your choice in lieu of any gift item’ – Anyone who puts that in their invite REALLY does mean they don’t want any gifts.
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Whining Colleagues
I realize this blog stems from sarcasm. I’m actually a positive person if you can believe. A contradiction? Sure.
So in a department/office meeting I usually speak my mind but with a certain type of co-worker I will just think it instead. Because if I say what I’m thinking, it simply feeds this Debbie or Donald Downer and the whining will last longer.
Maybe it’s time to find a new job Deb/Don. Or a good therapist. Or a vow of silence.
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TMI Facebook Friends
I know I should just unfriend her. But she likes every post I put up. Even if I just share a funny pic another friend posted, she’s like good snow tires. Dependable to no end with that ‘like’ button.
She got into a tussle with a woman yesterday when she was Christmas shopping and I can just picture her: gets back to her car, grabs her Iphone and sends out a status update that included ‘I almost punched her in the mouth’. This kind of drama in and of itself isn’t the troubling part. She turns every unpleasant experience she has from first a rant, to an upbeat lesson-learned – all in one status update. Oh, and she’s in her early 40′s.
She’s also the queen of cryptic updates. “Getting his someday…” or “Karma’s a bitch.” and “When does it stop?”. Obviously to elicit questions/sympathy/encouragement/etc. Why doesn’t anyone ever just call her out and tell her to stop being so dramatic? Right, too many ‘likes’…damn!
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Herman Cain; You Aren’t Conspiracy Worthy
I watch the GOP nominee battle with my eyes pretty squinted. I have to because much of it is so cringe-worthy.
I don’t think it’s a big deal that Herman Cain has all of these sexual harrassment accusers. I don’t care if he’s had an extra-marital affair for 13 years. I care a little about how he comes across as such a liar because – well I just hate liars.
What goads me to no end is that he actually believes that he was such a contender to be president that the Democrats conspired to find these women to ‘bring him down’. Dude. You would be the DREAM candidate for the democrats. So get way over yourself. Go back to your easy-chair-while-your-wife-prepares-dinner life and stop embarassing your family.
Mixing Experienced Professionals with Newbies in Class
Most of us do some sort of continuing ed or training ‘refreshers’ in our professional worlds. For the life of me, I don’t understand why companies think it’s a good idea to let new employess attend these classes with the seasoned masses. Most of the people facilitiating these meetings are also staff people. Staff people who have the authority to let us all leave early if we get through the materials quick enough. If there were no fresh-faced and enthusiastic newcomers asking a million questions that is.
