It’s not about YOU

Some people don’t like me. Some people are rude, ignore me to my face, and say things behind my back that are untrue.  Ya know what? I really don’t care.  I have a plan and I’m following it.  I am driven.  I am determined.  I do not intentionally try to make anyone else look bad or feel bad about themselves.  If someone is offended in my presence, it’s most likely because they are having to take a long hard look at themselves.  I work HARD to achieve my goals.  I study hard to be a 4.0 GPA student.  If I don’t understand something, I don’t mind asking questions.  To some, I may look “stupid” for asking those questions.  In my mind, even if I embarrass myself a little, I’m learning.  I will not forget what I’m being told at that moment.  In my mind, if I don’t know the answer, then likely, someone else doesn’t either.  Even if they were too embarrassed to ask, or admit that they do not know, they are learning as well, at my expense.  I am inquisitive by nature.  I ask questions.  I do not mean to offend anyone, I just want clarity.  I am a straight-forward person.  I speak my mind.  Since when is it wrong in our society to speak up about something or ask questions?  When it offends others.  Well wake up people!  The world does NOT revolve around YOU.  Stop being so damned over-sensitive.  If I’m wrong, I’m the first person to admit it and appologize when needed.  I am not perfect.  I am not always right.  I am not the smartest person in the room.  I don’t know everything.  But I want to.  My thirst for knowledge and understanding may never be quenched.  Until that time, I will continue to push ahead, I will continue to ask questions, I will continue to study, and I will continue to work as hard as I can to be the best that I can.

To the people trying to stand in my way:  This isn’t about YOU.  This is about ME.  I will smile and love you the way God has taught us to love one another.  But do not misunderstand my friendliness and love for weakness.  I want everyone around me to succeed.  I am not competing with anyone at this stage in my life.  I simply want to continue on my path at break-neck speed.  Either come along with me or get the hell out of my way.  If you have nothing better to do than gossip about me and spread the lies that are being told, then you really need to get a hobby.  If you truly knew me you would not repeat what has been said because you would know these things are untrue.  Don’t think you’re hurting me, because you are not.  I am moving on to bigger and better things and this little bump in the road is just one more obstacle for me to be thankful for.  Why thankful? Because it’s just one more thing reminding me how strong I am.  I always dust myself off and keep going.  This time isn’t any different.  When one door closes, another one opens.  Right now, I’m facing a whole hallway of open doors.  And I’m smiling.  This is MY world, you just live in it. =)

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_____ is getting on my nerves

Today has just been one of those days where everything is getting on my nerves.  In an attempt to purge my brain of these minor annoyances, I thought I would blog about it.  I’m not the only person who is aggravated with everything today, right?

  • Shadow, the 16 lb tub of lard, is just being needy and verbal and getting on my nerves.
  • Hurricane, the 3 year old princess is just being her non-stop-chatty-self.
  • Facebook.  Need I say more?
    • They changed the format, again.
    • People create drama and get on my nerves.
    • People post status updates and it really should be a private message to whatever person it’s directed towards.
    • Some peope share every stinking link to every stinking thing they find interesting.
  • Neighborhood kids being loud right outside my house. (Get off my lawn!!! lol)
  • Job hunting is a pain in the behind. I hate filling out online applications. Hate. It.
  • My stupid internet keeps going out making the job hunting difficult.
  • Barbie movies.  I’m sick to death of them.
  • My appetite.  I think I’m going to start chewing on the walls soon
  • My van. It’s getting older and needing more repairs.  All minor things, nothing big, but still annoying.
  • A fly that’s been buzzing around my bedroom for about 3 days.  I thought they only had a life-span of a couple days.  He needs to die already! I’ve tried unsuccessfully to squish him several times.  That buggar is fast!

In retrospect, maybe I’m just PMSing.  I would say that maybe I need a vacation, but I just had one.  *sigh* I soooo wish I was still there…

Watch out for those flying tires!

I was driving along Interstate 65 North this afternoon, minding my own business, when WHAM!  The windshield shattered.  I don’t remember exactly what my reaction was.  I pulled to the side of the road and jumped out of the car (why???).  I brushed the glass from my clothes, made sure Hurricane was ok, then dialed 911.  The operator asked me where I was.  I had no clue.  I was standing on the side of the interstate in tears.  He told me to drive down to the nearest exit (I had told him the car was drivable.)  Just after pulling back onto the interstate I see a camper pulled to the side of the road with a shredded tire.  I’m guessing that’s what hit me. I get to exit 280 and the 911 operator patches me through to the local police.  The dispatcher tells me how to get to the station.  I get there and the cop says, “Oh, that’s not our area, you need to go back to Kimberly.”  Then he says, “Your insurance probably won’t require a police report, I wouldn’t worry about it.”  So then I call my insurance company and file a claim.  The lady at the insurance claims office said she didn’t think I would need a report.  As I’m standing there, I notice black marks on the bumper (which is knocked out of whack) and on the hood (with a nice dent.)  The place where the tire hit the windshield is punched in.  I’m so thankful it didn’t come THROUGH the windshield.  It bounced off.  I decided since the car is drivable and the windshield isn’t blocking my view and is safe to drive, to continue on my journey.  About 10 minutes later I had to pull off to the side of the interstate again because I guess the shock wore off and I needed to cry.  Hurricane was asleep in the back seat.  I had checked and she didn’t get any glass at all on her.  I, however, am still picking glass shards out of my arms and from my bra.  As I’m sitting there hyperventilating and crying, I notice the very same camper pass me by.  In a very lady-like fashion, I flipped them the international sign of disgust.  They didn’t see it, of course, and it’s not like it was their fault, but it made me feel a tiny bit better.  What are the odds, really?  I mean, of all those cars travelling along at 70 mph on the interstate, the rogue tire hits ME!  That’s just my luck folks….

Those crazy gamers…

You read about it all the time, someone plays a game to the point of alienating themselves from their lives. World of Warcraft gets a bad reputation among non-gamers for this reason. Instead of managing their time and their gaming, they want to play ALL the time. Then blame the game for their problems. Like getting fired from work, getting divorced, getting fat, etc. Well I play that game and I’m here to tell you that those folks are nuts. Sure, when you first begin the game it’s fun, it’s exciting, and yes, you can lose a lot of time on it. But that’s where self-control comes in, folks. I’ve had times where I was frustrated with the game because I was having trouble with something. But what did I do? I shut it off and came back to it later. I don’t SUE someone because of it. What am I referring to, you ask? Read this article: Click here. Go ahead, I’ll wait. Now lets discuss one MAJOR point. “…he relies on video games heavily for the little ongoing happiness he can achieve in this life, via the gaming medium.” That says it all doesn’t it? Dude needs therapy, professional help. Not a million dollars. He obviously has compulsory issues. But lets blame Blizzard and WoW for his troubles!! And while we’re at it, I’ve gotten frustrated as hell with Bejeweled in the past. Can I just sue PopCap Games for a cool mil? Come on people!! Wanna know why you’re fat, divorced, jobless, and childless?? Look in the mirror! It’s not the GAMES that are your problem, it’s YOU! Get out of the chair, shower, eat a meal somewhere other than parked in front of your computer, and SMILE at a stranger. Who knows, you might make a REAL friend. Sheesh.

That damned “Jones Luck”

Anytime anyone in my family has bad luck, we call it “Jones Luck” (my mom’s family name)

Last week, Leila got ahold of my glasses. when I found them, one of the “arms” was broken off. Now, she’s a strong baby, but I don’t think she could have broken them that cleanly without some bending. I think it already had a weak spot. I just got the new lenses a few months ago, so I went to Wal-Mart to buy a new set of frames. No go. They can’t get them anymore. I looked online and found them for $100 (about $40 cheaper than Wal-Mart) Now lets just hope when they get here that my lenses will actually fit. The lenses are the expensive part of my glasses.

Then, last night I was on my way home with both kiddos in the car and I heard an awful noise. I stopped and got out. It was really dark so I kicked all four tires and none of them were flat. I shrugged and got back in. Started driving again, and the noise started back up. I pulled back over and got out again. It sounded like the rear passenger tire. I felt around the tire, and sure enough, there was something stuck in it. It was a piece of a bungee strap. The metal part was stuck in my tire. I yanked on it and wiggled it but it wouldn’t come out, I could just hear air hissing when I messed with it. I pulled the rubber piece off and left the metal in the tire and drove the mile or so home (very slowly with my flashers on.) It was too dark out there to attempt changing the tire (yes I can change a tire) and I didn’t have a flashlight. I’ll go out there in a bit and put the spare on and take the tire to WalMart and hope they can patch it. I can’t afford a new tire right now.

Ok, things happen in threes right? So what’s next?

Warped self-image?

It seems that in today’s society, women are pressured to be super-skinny.  I’ve blogged on that before.  I personally like my curves.  I don’t want to be “skinny”, just thinner.  I look in the mirror, and I really don’t think I look bad.  That’s most days.  Then there are days, especially when I’m clothes shopping, that I feel as big as the broad side of a barn.  There is one exception to that rule.  This past weekend I went shopping for a wedding gown.  Most of them that I tried on, looked good on me.  I couldn’t believe it.  There were two in particular that were quite flattering to my curves.  Since when is white flattering on us big girls?  All the models in the magazines and on-line are always super skinny so you just can’t tell if you like a wedding gown or not until you see it on YOUR figure.  So I look in the mirror in this big floofy dress, and I like what I see.  Ignore the fact that I’m fighting off an anxiety attack and a case of hyperventillation.  Focus on the dress.  Holds my boobs in, no cleavage showing, my waist looks tiny, and the skirt actually hides my hips.  Can I wear it every day? Seriously.  Why can’t ALL clothes be that flattering?  But I digress… the reason for this post… focus.  I look online (mainly eBay) at dresses that would fit my measurements.  Toss out all the ones that are still packed in boxes or lying flat for pictures.  The women (bless them) who actually put photos of themselves wearing the dresses on there, who match my measurements, look soooo much bigger than me!  Its frustrating.  I look in the mirror and I don’t see THAT.  I even asked Bob, do I look like that?  If so, tell me, I’ll just stop eating now.  He swears that I do not, and that I “carry my weight well.”  Ok, but I’m looking at measurements, and I know I did them correctly, and I do not look like those women.  They look HUGE to me.  I look in the mirror and I see nice curves.  Not huge.  So what’s wrong with me? Most women look in the mirror and see huge, when in fact, they have nice curves.  Leave it up to MY warped mind to give me an unrealistic self-image.  But I solumnly swear not to wear spandex, hot pants, spaghetti straps, or sequins (at least until I lose 40 pounds lol.)  I’m not that warped.

Batteries Not Included

Have you ever wondered why so few items actually come with the batteries they require? Obvoious items, like cordless phones, MP3 players, and laptop computers come with their own nifty rechargables. But everything else says “batteries not included” right there on the package. You buy a nice new multi-tasking remote control. It can be used for five different electronics. Does it use AA batteries that you already have a huge stockpile of? NooOOOoooo. It needs AAA. That means you have to go back to the store, assuming you didn’t check the packaging when you bought it to see what type batteries it actually needs, and spend another ten dollars. If you’re lucky enough to buy an electronic device that comes with batteries, they are the el-cheap-o types that won’t last a week. Why can’t the manufacturers get together with the battery folks, like energizer or duracel, and just package the items together? Just jack up the price a few extra bucks to cover the cost of the batteries and be done with it. Or better yet, just put rechargables in everything! There’s an idea!   But I guess that would be too simple.

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