I don't want to get all bogged down with negativity, but seriously, what the fuck is wrong with people? Events of this past week nationally, locally and personally have me asking this question that I have been asking most of my life. What the fuck is wrong with people? I can remember saying years and years ago that if this is what humans are really like, I must be from another planet. I'm sure some of you have been saying that about me too.
A couple of ( fill in with your own expletive) dirt bags set off some bombs at the Boston Marathon. It is really incomprehensible that someone thinks their beliefs, ideas, needs are more important than anyone else's,that you can destroy what is usually called the "happiest day of the year" in Boston. Oh yeah and one of the bombs was set down right by a little kid...whatever....little kids seem to be targets for some people lately. It wasn't that long ago that we saw that happen, right? Which brings me to another reason to ask what the fuck is wrong with people?
Our government is putting on Anybody Get Your Gun. yep anyone who wants one can get a fire arm....no matter what their history. I heard 90% of the nation thinks there should be some kind of background check, but for some reason, the bill wasn't passed. Someone's ideas, beliefs and in this case, need or should I say greed is more important. I don't want to get in to the big gun argument. I have my beliefs and there are conflicting ones out there too. But holy shit, stop talking about the 2nd amendment unless you are referring to muskets and not assault weapons. Maybe there wasn't a need for background checks back then but I'm sure people were smart enough not to give a gun to the village idiot.
Help me down off my soap box for a second to say isn't it too bad the term village idiot used anymore. ...okay back up there.
This week I was witness to the dreaded state testing in the elementary school level. I think last year at this time I devoted a whole blog to "testing." Nothing has changed too much since then, actually, things have gotten worse. The expectations are ridiculous for children as young as 8 or 9. I, as a educated adult and a self proclaimed smarty pants had a little trouble with the questions asked on the 3rd grade ELA test....yep, 3rd grade. I read the passage and looked at the questions and said WHAAA???? These kids must feel the way I do when I'm filling out insurance forms. That was 3rd grade. The 5th grade one must be like when you get that little book with your new cell phone. Three days of this and next week will be 3 days of math because every 5th grader needs to know how much fruit to buy in pounds, ounces, grams, drams(?) kilograms, just buy the damn grapes! Do these tests prove anything? Yeah, a little ...it would be nice if we can get the results and go over the problems with the kids. No, the results go to the state so they can see who gets more funding....and the schools with the best scores get more funding. WHAAAA?? Put this math problem on the test. If school A scored below average and school B scored above average and if money is needed to help support the struggling kids in the lower scoring schools then.
A) School A should get funding to help afford more resources
B) School B should get funding so more people will buy houses in School B's district
C) Let's create more tests so the corporation that makes these tests can get funding
D) Ask the village idiot
Let me answer that question with a question...What the fuck is wrong with people? Some one is getting rich out there and the wealth is NOT being shared.
On the subject of money...let me ask what the fuck is wrong with people for personal reasons.
As mentioned before, I work as a server in a restaurant (which should be mandatory for anyone who wishes to frequent restaurants) I like this job, I have done it on and off since high school, paid for my college education and even bought my wedding dress with rolled up change (No, I didn't bring rolls of quarters to the bridal shop...only the village idiot would do that). So I waited on what I thought was a nice older couple. They ate, drank and were merry, well Mary ...Jo was their server. They presented me with a gift certificate which made their dinner FREE, they had a FREE dinner and great service and did I mention a FREE dinner. Tip:...2, count 'em 2 fucking dollars. Really what the fuck is wrong with people? Now if you are saying well maybe that's all they had (it's not) and maybe they were old (I'm old now too) They know better, they've been in before, they are cheap, true ...but really that is insulting to someone who brought your food and may bring your food again. Karma baby
Whatever ...it's been a crazy week with crazy people. When I seriously ask the "question" in question I can only come up with the fact that most people are self absorbed and self-ish. Think about when you talk to people, some people, you can tell they are not really listening, they are just waiting to tell you their shit...."I did this" or "this happened to me"...now I know you can say well, that's conversation and it's only human nature to be me oriented. But more and more I'm finding that people are more concerned with "what's in it for me" rather than "how can I help". Too many selfish acts and not so many self less ones.
I think it's time to step up humans....do something without reward, other than the reward of doing something. There is good out there....like the people that ran toward and not away from that horrible scene in Boston. So let's not worry so much about money and do what's right. Let's tip our servers ( I had to throw that in there). Help each other out with out being asked. Think about your audience before you start complaining about your woes....you know the "complaining about your shoes to a man with no legs" kind of thing... Just take a second to think and not about just yourself...we can do it. To quote an old song "we can change the world, rearrange the world..it's dying to get better". Be kind humans, remember it's not all about you....how can it be....when it's all about me, just kidding, just sayin
Saturday, April 20, 2013
Saturday, February 9, 2013
My Pet Peeve
I'm throwing you all a curve ball with the name of this blog. The decision to use that particular title with a deliberate omission of punctuation, will be addressed. Read on, my friends, read on. The true theme of this installment is quite positive. It should be called "The Luckiest People in the World." Even that title is a curve ball. (throwing these curve balls is the most exercise I've gotten in months).
Anyone who read my last blog knows what my little family has been through the last several months. I do have to say the outcome has truly catapulted us into that category of the Luckiest People in the World.
As I sat in an oncologist waiting room with my cancer-free healthy husband, that phrase kept ringing in my ears. We are sooooo lucky, fortunate, blessed. however you want to say it ....we dodged a big fucking bullet. The oncologist waiting room is not a place where you want 'everyone to know your name"....you don't want to be a regular there. You don't want the workers there to look at you with that look and say "how you DOING today?" I know it's hard to convey it in print , but take my word for it, it was a different "HOW you doing today? " than we got. Lucky!
The sweet scarf headed woman playing the same game on her phone as I was, I'm sure was not thinking "why can't I get past this fucking level??!!" Damn Candy Crush game. Other than being stuck on level 65....Lucky!
But that being said...that isn't where I'm going with this. As unbelievably grateful as I am for our blessings....I am lucky for another reason. I am lucky because I GET IT. Now get your filthy minds out of the gutter and bare with me (hahaha bare), There is a group of people out there, and you know who you are, that get it! I also believe the people that GET IT, seek out other people that GET IT.
For those of you reading this and are saying ...oh I get it, enjoy the ride. You know what I mean. Those who think they maybe get it but are not sure...read on. Those who are already offended by anything I have said...stop...go back and watch anything with Tim Allen in it or that Big Bang show(now I just don't get that show but everyone else does) Anyway....
TO GET IT:
You must be able to weed through all the bullshit of everyday life and stop taking the wrong things so seriously. I don't think you have to go through life altering events to realize this either. Although that does give you the kick in the ass you may need. The people that don't get ( it in my opinion) use these event as crutches and not as learning experiences. Just check Face Book. Speaking of FB, how funny is it when someone is ranting about something or bragging about how great they are or kissing some one's ass and 75% of their shit is misspelled .".thanks for being their for me....your the best"....snicker snicker...if you find humor in that...you get it!!!
Now I know what you're thinking....what makes you so fucking perfect and I know you're thinking it. Well I'm not....I make tons of mistakes....(not so many grammatical ones thanks to my junior high school English teacher) but I giggle at some taking themselves so seriously and not taking the time to re-read what they wrote. I work at a school and I will spell check my name before I send it out on something that you can't unsend. But don't just rely on spell check folks because..... many years ago we received mail from the Department of Education in Albany and the envelope was stamped "ATTENTION PRINCIPLE" They used the wrong one!!!! GET IT??? cuz not too many people did until I pointed it out..."your principal is your PAL" Thank you Mr. Noworyta!! All those who got it join me in a resounding "doy-ee".
Now another way to get it is to be able to quote an awesome movie at the most appropriate time or ideally, an inappropriate time. Here's a test: while in a group of people quote something from The Producers or any Mel Brooks movie and see who laughs or if it's a massively inappropriate situation, see gives you the eye or the look. The look is half mortified and half admiration....They GET IT!!!
Being able to communicate with your eyes is like the secret hand shake of those who GET IT.
I remember being at a class reunion...the mecca for people taking themselves too seriously. I was sitting with an old classmate who had become a what they used to call a Born Again Christian. In the distance I saw another old friend with inappropriate-ness written all over his face. I'm not sure what or how it happened, I may have even blacked out, but afterwards I recall hearing"thank God for those eyes MJ" Crisis averted!
There was a bunch of us who GOT IT in high school (yeah baby...getting it in high school). I had a good friend who I knew back then was lucky enough to get back in touch with after some 30 years and unfortunately lost about a year and a half ago. He was one of those lucky people got it and didn't who knew it. He is the one who said when he gets a pet he will name it Peeve so he can say "this is my pet, Peeve"....GET IT? He also wanted a dog named FIDO but would spell it PHYDOUX. Goofy kid stuff I know, but when we met up after 3 decades and he told me he was embarrassed but still laughed about that woman in Florida with the chimpanzee who she raised like her son and acted like a real human but unfortunately tore the neighbor's face off, I knew he still got it. Now no one thinks that the act of having you face torn off is funny at all...honestly I think its horrific...but a monkey driving the family car and having lobster for dinner with the occasional mood altering pharmaceutical chaser is a little funny.
Just a little...no? If you think no and think somethings should not be made fun of...I'm sorry. I truly apologize and agree to disagree as they say....but those of you who felt their lip creep up in an almost smile, congratulations...you are one of the luckiest people in the world....you get it!
People have told me I'm going to hell....not in anger like, GO TO HELL...but with some concern for my warped soul and my inability to keep my wretched thoughts to myself. So I decided to go to the top with this and went to the closest thing to the top that I could think of. I went to church. Truly worried about my little soul, I asked a priest if he thought I was a sinner or at the very least a terrible person for making inappropriate comments about hardships to make others laugh...I mean " Father, it really is about the humor." He couldn't help but smile and he said he thinks God understands, He made me this way.....GOD GETS IT...whaddya know!
So all my peeps that get it and we know who we are....WE GOING TO HEAVEN BITCHES!!!
Heaven will be all about my favorite thing....sitting around with a bunch of us lucky people, taking a situation and beating the shit out of it with exaggerations and nonsense ...crossing the line...moving it and crossing it again. I will be with all my favorite people...especially my children because they too get it ...it must be inherent. Oh yeah and there will be an open bar!!!
In September I will be starting over again in a new school after 19 years. I was the one who was already there for the new lucky people to "click" with. It usually takes about 12 seconds and then you are...BFF's. There is some comfort in knowing that there is a group of lucky people... who get it located in my new school where ever that may be. They are there waiting there for me to say something inappropriate, I just know it. I look forward to the eye rolls from those who never saw Blazing Saddles and to the nod of approval who think the phrase "wed woses... how womantic " is fwiggen hysterical. I'll know I'm among some of the luckiest people in the world....Those who enjoy finding the obscurity in life ...considering SCTV a religion of sorts...being able to dish it out AND take it. Being able to laugh at yourself and laugh at others but being savvy enough not to hurt any one's feelings which you usually don't because THEY don't GET IT anyway.."Oh I get it...I get it...a very obscure quote from an even obscurer Mel Brooks movie and if you got that ding ding ding you are one of THE luckiest people in the world.....just sayin.
Anyone who read my last blog knows what my little family has been through the last several months. I do have to say the outcome has truly catapulted us into that category of the Luckiest People in the World.
As I sat in an oncologist waiting room with my cancer-free healthy husband, that phrase kept ringing in my ears. We are sooooo lucky, fortunate, blessed. however you want to say it ....we dodged a big fucking bullet. The oncologist waiting room is not a place where you want 'everyone to know your name"....you don't want to be a regular there. You don't want the workers there to look at you with that look and say "how you DOING today?" I know it's hard to convey it in print , but take my word for it, it was a different "HOW you doing today? " than we got. Lucky!
The sweet scarf headed woman playing the same game on her phone as I was, I'm sure was not thinking "why can't I get past this fucking level??!!" Damn Candy Crush game. Other than being stuck on level 65....Lucky!
But that being said...that isn't where I'm going with this. As unbelievably grateful as I am for our blessings....I am lucky for another reason. I am lucky because I GET IT. Now get your filthy minds out of the gutter and bare with me (hahaha bare), There is a group of people out there, and you know who you are, that get it! I also believe the people that GET IT, seek out other people that GET IT.
For those of you reading this and are saying ...oh I get it, enjoy the ride. You know what I mean. Those who think they maybe get it but are not sure...read on. Those who are already offended by anything I have said...stop...go back and watch anything with Tim Allen in it or that Big Bang show(now I just don't get that show but everyone else does) Anyway....
TO GET IT:
You must be able to weed through all the bullshit of everyday life and stop taking the wrong things so seriously. I don't think you have to go through life altering events to realize this either. Although that does give you the kick in the ass you may need. The people that don't get ( it in my opinion) use these event as crutches and not as learning experiences. Just check Face Book. Speaking of FB, how funny is it when someone is ranting about something or bragging about how great they are or kissing some one's ass and 75% of their shit is misspelled .".thanks for being their for me....your the best"....snicker snicker...if you find humor in that...you get it!!!
Now I know what you're thinking....what makes you so fucking perfect and I know you're thinking it. Well I'm not....I make tons of mistakes....(not so many grammatical ones thanks to my junior high school English teacher) but I giggle at some taking themselves so seriously and not taking the time to re-read what they wrote. I work at a school and I will spell check my name before I send it out on something that you can't unsend. But don't just rely on spell check folks because..... many years ago we received mail from the Department of Education in Albany and the envelope was stamped "ATTENTION PRINCIPLE" They used the wrong one!!!! GET IT??? cuz not too many people did until I pointed it out..."your principal is your PAL" Thank you Mr. Noworyta!! All those who got it join me in a resounding "doy-ee".
Now another way to get it is to be able to quote an awesome movie at the most appropriate time or ideally, an inappropriate time. Here's a test: while in a group of people quote something from The Producers or any Mel Brooks movie and see who laughs or if it's a massively inappropriate situation, see gives you the eye or the look. The look is half mortified and half admiration....They GET IT!!!
Being able to communicate with your eyes is like the secret hand shake of those who GET IT.
I remember being at a class reunion...the mecca for people taking themselves too seriously. I was sitting with an old classmate who had become a what they used to call a Born Again Christian. In the distance I saw another old friend with inappropriate-ness written all over his face. I'm not sure what or how it happened, I may have even blacked out, but afterwards I recall hearing"thank God for those eyes MJ" Crisis averted!
There was a bunch of us who GOT IT in high school (yeah baby...getting it in high school). I had a good friend who I knew back then was lucky enough to get back in touch with after some 30 years and unfortunately lost about a year and a half ago. He was one of those lucky people got it and didn't who knew it. He is the one who said when he gets a pet he will name it Peeve so he can say "this is my pet, Peeve"....GET IT? He also wanted a dog named FIDO but would spell it PHYDOUX. Goofy kid stuff I know, but when we met up after 3 decades and he told me he was embarrassed but still laughed about that woman in Florida with the chimpanzee who she raised like her son and acted like a real human but unfortunately tore the neighbor's face off, I knew he still got it. Now no one thinks that the act of having you face torn off is funny at all...honestly I think its horrific...but a monkey driving the family car and having lobster for dinner with the occasional mood altering pharmaceutical chaser is a little funny.
Just a little...no? If you think no and think somethings should not be made fun of...I'm sorry. I truly apologize and agree to disagree as they say....but those of you who felt their lip creep up in an almost smile, congratulations...you are one of the luckiest people in the world....you get it!
People have told me I'm going to hell....not in anger like, GO TO HELL...but with some concern for my warped soul and my inability to keep my wretched thoughts to myself. So I decided to go to the top with this and went to the closest thing to the top that I could think of. I went to church. Truly worried about my little soul, I asked a priest if he thought I was a sinner or at the very least a terrible person for making inappropriate comments about hardships to make others laugh...I mean " Father, it really is about the humor." He couldn't help but smile and he said he thinks God understands, He made me this way.....GOD GETS IT...whaddya know!
So all my peeps that get it and we know who we are....WE GOING TO HEAVEN BITCHES!!!
Heaven will be all about my favorite thing....sitting around with a bunch of us lucky people, taking a situation and beating the shit out of it with exaggerations and nonsense ...crossing the line...moving it and crossing it again. I will be with all my favorite people...especially my children because they too get it ...it must be inherent. Oh yeah and there will be an open bar!!!
In September I will be starting over again in a new school after 19 years. I was the one who was already there for the new lucky people to "click" with. It usually takes about 12 seconds and then you are...BFF's. There is some comfort in knowing that there is a group of lucky people... who get it located in my new school where ever that may be. They are there waiting there for me to say something inappropriate, I just know it. I look forward to the eye rolls from those who never saw Blazing Saddles and to the nod of approval who think the phrase "wed woses... how womantic " is fwiggen hysterical. I'll know I'm among some of the luckiest people in the world....Those who enjoy finding the obscurity in life ...considering SCTV a religion of sorts...being able to dish it out AND take it. Being able to laugh at yourself and laugh at others but being savvy enough not to hurt any one's feelings which you usually don't because THEY don't GET IT anyway.."Oh I get it...I get it...a very obscure quote from an even obscurer Mel Brooks movie and if you got that ding ding ding you are one of THE luckiest people in the world.....just sayin.
Friday, December 28, 2012
527,040 Minutes...
Yes, I'm a musical freak - I have been told I have "Musical Tourettes"- bursting in to the appropriate song ( usually Broadway) at any given situation....so yes, the final 2012 blog title kind of comes from the musical, RENT. Seasons of Love... "525,600 minutes how do you measure- measure a year?"
There are 525,600 minutes in a year. 365 x 24= 8,760 x 60, yeah I did the math. Well this mother f**ker of a year had an extra day-an extra 24 hours, an extra 1,440 minutes.
Now for those who have read my rantings this year, know that I thought that 2012 pretty much sucked. Oh it had some fine moments, some sweet memories and lovely connections with some wonderful people....but the majority of it just plain sucked with a capital F. I am not going to rehash the past and I do have a theory of why it was so awful (it has to do with last New Year's Eve and the responsible party has been contacted).
I did go back and forth about a title for this final blog.. like Apocalypse Now What? or I Did it Mayan Way ..or just plain WTF is Wrong with Everyone.
But then this happened:
The events of the last 37 days, the last 888 hours, the last 54,280 minutes made me change my mind. I lived a lifetime in the the last 37 days. The only way to make any sense of it is to break it down in minutes.
So I say good bye to you 20-fucking 12...as AAA tows my son's car away because it won't start...you had to get one last one in didn't ya.
I am ready for a great new year .. "we got a lot of livin' to do"...told ya..musical tourettes...
And as long as Tim Horton's makes coffee, Jack Daniels makes whiskey and we are still getting those fancy little prescription pain killers... I can handle what 2013 has in store... but I am breaking the pills in half now---just sayin' Happy New Year!
There are 525,600 minutes in a year. 365 x 24= 8,760 x 60, yeah I did the math. Well this mother f**ker of a year had an extra day-an extra 24 hours, an extra 1,440 minutes.
Now for those who have read my rantings this year, know that I thought that 2012 pretty much sucked. Oh it had some fine moments, some sweet memories and lovely connections with some wonderful people....but the majority of it just plain sucked with a capital F. I am not going to rehash the past and I do have a theory of why it was so awful (it has to do with last New Year's Eve and the responsible party has been contacted).
I did go back and forth about a title for this final blog.. like Apocalypse Now What? or I Did it Mayan Way ..or just plain WTF is Wrong with Everyone.
But then this happened:
The events of the last 37 days, the last 888 hours, the last 54,280 minutes made me change my mind. I lived a lifetime in the the last 37 days. The only way to make any sense of it is to break it down in minutes.
- The minute I came home from work and hearing my husband say he has cancer. (the day before the day before Thanksgiving- the kick off of holiday& family & celebration time- really?...REALLY??)
- The minute you tell your kids their dad has cancer. Kids who lost their aunt 10 years ago to cancer. Kids who are old enough to know what this means. Kids who are all grown up but still look at you with those eyes like "you can fix this right?"
- The minute the doctor came in the room and told us that everything in life as we knew it is now different. It is now the "first day of the rest of your life"...his exact words. Now I always thought that was a nice phrase...a good positive, "you're gonna make it after all" phrase. But it took on a different meaning when the doctor said it. Everything is changed-it is the end of our world as we know it (fucking Mayans).
- The minute my whole family met in the pre-op room and put on those brave faces as we smiled and made jokes (cuz that's what we do) and we were all terrified.
- The minute the doctor came out to talk to us and told us how well it went and when the pathology report comes back (in about a week...A WEEK??!!??) we will go from there. Let's just hope for a speedy recovery he said and walked away and I knew he didn't really have the answers either.
- The minute that the old man in the white old man car slammed into my car as I drove home from a 7 hour day at the hospital. That was the day after the surgery, the same day some piece of shit shot up an elementary school. The day I couldn't hold it in anymore. I couldn't be brave girl any more...I was everything I despise...the damsel in distress..ick....crying in the rain over a minor fender bender (minor meaning two grand in repairs).
- The minute(s) the ever headstrong patient *peed *ate solid food *handled pain pills *walked and * passed gas (passing gas is a huge deal in hospitals...and yes it just as funny especially when you have the same maturity level as your 2 1/2 year old grandson . When I sat in the recovery room of the "lifesaving" colonoscopy it sounded like they were re-casting Blazing Saddles...donotlaughdonotlaughdonotlaugh). All those minutes allowed him to go home in record time.
- The minute you realize who your real friends are.
- The minute you buy a Christmas present not knowing if that is the last one you will ever buy him.
- The minute you decide to put that brave face back on and listen to the kids at school sing "Silent Night" and "Have yourself a Merry Little Christmas" and not fall apart.
- The minute you get good news (Christmas Eve...God, you are so funny)
- The minute the doctor says the official words "you're cured"
- The minute you finally exhale!
So I say good bye to you 20-fucking 12...as AAA tows my son's car away because it won't start...you had to get one last one in didn't ya.
I am ready for a great new year .. "we got a lot of livin' to do"...told ya..musical tourettes...
And as long as Tim Horton's makes coffee, Jack Daniels makes whiskey and we are still getting those fancy little prescription pain killers... I can handle what 2013 has in store... but I am breaking the pills in half now---just sayin' Happy New Year!
Monday, November 5, 2012
A cool crazy life...
"This is not my life" is a phrase that has running through my mind lately. I know all the kids these days are saying F***My Life ...and with my love of the F-word, you would think FML would be my phrase of choice. But it isn't. I suppose it is because I'm not angry or fed up with my life...I am merely an observer on how bizarre-o life (mine or anyones) can be at any given moment. Sometimes these moments are cool, sometimes crazy.
I think a lot of the events of my life are inherent and inevitable. The schizophrenia nature of my life comes from the fact that my dad, the cool Bohemian artist who would listen to Bob Dylan at 2 AM and my crazy "what are people going to think" mom had profound influences on me.
So here I am finding myself in situations both cool and crazy.
For example a couple weekends ago, before the devastation of the hurricane, my daughters and I went to NYC. It was a perfect weekend. We hopped on a plane and flew down to visit friends and family. I don't fly a lot of places...I really don't really enjoy flying. But when I do, I always feel kind of cool....but on the inside I'm crazy. But this time, one of my daughters cornered the market on crazy. She isn't a good flyer is an understatement. Although there was no vomit....there was a 55 minute threat of it. I, being the good mother, pushed down my crazy to keep her cool. "oh that was nothing...just an air pocket or something" ...when really I'm thinking "mayday mayday ...were going doooowwwnnnn..." COOL and CRAZY ....PS.. the flight home was brought to you by VODKA MARTINIS.
So we land, grabbed a cab, devoured a couple Magnolia cupcakes and met my very good friend at 30 Rock . COOL. Later, that afternoon, we got our photos taken and showed ID's to have clearance to go backstage and watch a rehearsal of Saturday Night Live...whaaaaaaaaaaaaat ??? SO COOL!
Here I am looking at the stage where performers I've adored stood on. A stage that I would dream about being on ( c'mon, who hasn't) since the 70's. I'm standing in the hallway looking at a wa;; of pictures of all the hosts and musical guests when I hear a familiar voice. Oh it's just Tom Hanks...Tom Freaking Hanks.. COOLEST EVER....I'll say it : '''This is not my life"
So let's look at the flip side...a couple weeks prior to my SNL coolness I picked up my Dad (who is in the middle of recovering from knee surgery) to go to the store. He had to go to the store so he could return a box of oatmeal that he didn't want. Yup... oatmeal. I, of course offered to do it which meant handing him the $3.79 and tossing the box in the trash. But no, he had to tell the "couldn't care less"customer service person himself that the oatmeal tasted funny...of course it did ....IT'S OATMEAL!!!! CRAZY I'll say it: "This is not my life"
Sometime these crazy cool events are directly related which makes me think I probably bring all this on myself.
About a month ago I adopted 2 kittens from a rescue organization ...COOL. I was talked into taking 2 kittens, which didn't take much talking into I must admit. They are brothers and adorable and when I decided to take both kittens there was actually a round of applause from everyone because I wasn't separating them...VERY COOL. A few days ago I noticed that one of the kittens came down with a little cold. The lady from the organization offered to bring me some meds for him. So she asked if I would meet her in a convenient parking lot to make the pick up. A situation I like to call Breaking Sad.... on a beautiful sunny day for what seemed like forever I waited. What is everyone else doing today...I am spending my afternoon waiting for cat drugs CA-RAZY..Let's all say it: "This is not my life."
The more I talk to people, the more I realize that we all find ourselves in situations that are both crazy/cool. It just depends how you look at things. Almost immediately after commenting on how tired I was from our whirlwind weekend in the city and I have to start taking it easy, I found myself in Rochester ...on a school night no less to see Bruce Springsteen for the 14th time. Half my friends thought COOL...the others...CRAZY. As much as I sometimes hate to admit it, schizophrenic or not... this IS my life. I think the crazier it gets. the cooler it actually is. So here I sit blogging away...one little kitten sitting on my lap so cool while the other is tangled up in the power cord of my laptop...so crazy ....Coincidence, I think not....just sayin'
I think a lot of the events of my life are inherent and inevitable. The schizophrenia nature of my life comes from the fact that my dad, the cool Bohemian artist who would listen to Bob Dylan at 2 AM and my crazy "what are people going to think" mom had profound influences on me.
So here I am finding myself in situations both cool and crazy.
For example a couple weekends ago, before the devastation of the hurricane, my daughters and I went to NYC. It was a perfect weekend. We hopped on a plane and flew down to visit friends and family. I don't fly a lot of places...I really don't really enjoy flying. But when I do, I always feel kind of cool....but on the inside I'm crazy. But this time, one of my daughters cornered the market on crazy. She isn't a good flyer is an understatement. Although there was no vomit....there was a 55 minute threat of it. I, being the good mother, pushed down my crazy to keep her cool. "oh that was nothing...just an air pocket or something" ...when really I'm thinking "mayday mayday ...were going doooowwwnnnn..." COOL and CRAZY ....PS.. the flight home was brought to you by VODKA MARTINIS.
So we land, grabbed a cab, devoured a couple Magnolia cupcakes and met my very good friend at 30 Rock . COOL. Later, that afternoon, we got our photos taken and showed ID's to have clearance to go backstage and watch a rehearsal of Saturday Night Live...whaaaaaaaaaaaaat ??? SO COOL!
Here I am looking at the stage where performers I've adored stood on. A stage that I would dream about being on ( c'mon, who hasn't) since the 70's. I'm standing in the hallway looking at a wa;; of pictures of all the hosts and musical guests when I hear a familiar voice. Oh it's just Tom Hanks...Tom Freaking Hanks.. COOLEST EVER....I'll say it : '''This is not my life"
So let's look at the flip side...a couple weeks prior to my SNL coolness I picked up my Dad (who is in the middle of recovering from knee surgery) to go to the store. He had to go to the store so he could return a box of oatmeal that he didn't want. Yup... oatmeal. I, of course offered to do it which meant handing him the $3.79 and tossing the box in the trash. But no, he had to tell the "couldn't care less"customer service person himself that the oatmeal tasted funny...of course it did ....IT'S OATMEAL!!!! CRAZY I'll say it: "This is not my life"
Sometime these crazy cool events are directly related which makes me think I probably bring all this on myself.
About a month ago I adopted 2 kittens from a rescue organization ...COOL. I was talked into taking 2 kittens, which didn't take much talking into I must admit. They are brothers and adorable and when I decided to take both kittens there was actually a round of applause from everyone because I wasn't separating them...VERY COOL. A few days ago I noticed that one of the kittens came down with a little cold. The lady from the organization offered to bring me some meds for him. So she asked if I would meet her in a convenient parking lot to make the pick up. A situation I like to call Breaking Sad.... on a beautiful sunny day for what seemed like forever I waited. What is everyone else doing today...I am spending my afternoon waiting for cat drugs CA-RAZY..Let's all say it: "This is not my life."
The more I talk to people, the more I realize that we all find ourselves in situations that are both crazy/cool. It just depends how you look at things. Almost immediately after commenting on how tired I was from our whirlwind weekend in the city and I have to start taking it easy, I found myself in Rochester ...on a school night no less to see Bruce Springsteen for the 14th time. Half my friends thought COOL...the others...CRAZY. As much as I sometimes hate to admit it, schizophrenic or not... this IS my life. I think the crazier it gets. the cooler it actually is. So here I sit blogging away...one little kitten sitting on my lap so cool while the other is tangled up in the power cord of my laptop...so crazy ....Coincidence, I think not....just sayin'
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