I came to a startling conclusion today that may cause me to rethink my entire philosophy on life. I've been operating under the belief that a great percentage of the population is just plain dense, which you might realize, is a nice word for stupid. Mind you, I'm not actually calling them limited in a mental capacity, I'm simply referring to their possession of an element of common sense. Today, as I was responding to an e-mail...saying the same thing for quite possibly the fourth time, it occur ed to me....Most people aren't stupid...they are LAZY!
It's all a giant conspiracy. It's not that people don't know how to do things. No one can honestly be that stupid. You can't possibly explain something five and six times to one person and not at some point get through to them....unless of course they don't want to get it! Ahhhh...comes the dawn.
You see, it's all clear to me now. People don't want to learn, because if they learn, they will be expected to do...and after all, isn't it easier to feign ignorance and have someone else do it for you?????? Sure, they'll call you stupid, but how stupid can you be, when you're sitting at your desk at your school, while I'm pulling records and faxing them, while calling school districts because I can't get a simple instruction across to you??????? Evil genius maybe?
The same applies to men (not all men....but all large majority). My father (God love him) claimed for the longest time that he didn't know how to operate the dryer. You understand, I showed him, I talked him through it, I had him do it with me helping him, and yet he still claimed he just couldn't get it. When I finally had enough, I took a red Sharpie and drew on the dryer. Giant red lines of pure rage now decorate our dryer panel, but now he knows how to work the dryer. Funny thing though....he can wash clothes now too...without the red sharpie. You see, he always knew how, but it was so much easier to say he didn't. You see where I'm going with this. They all know how....Don't be fooled.
Monday, January 31, 2011
Sunday, January 16, 2011
"Be It Ever so Humble...There's No Place Like Home!"
As I was sitting here pondering how to begin this post, I tried to remember when this beach trip "event" started...with no luck. I do know that it used to involve me, Barbara, Kimberly, Karen, Aunt Ann, and Aunt Carolyn stuffed into compact car. Somehow this year we did pick up a few stragglers, but they were welcome additions to the crew.
The weekend as a whole went smoothly. No car trouble, wardrobe malfunctions (unless you count Beth's purse, and I'm almost certain she does), or mistaken room identities. Our only snags came when we decided on places to eat. When you're on a trip with 9 women, all of whom don't want to say where to go, but none of whom have the same tastes, you've got issues....and we did....we had issues. I'm happy to report that they were resolved without incident and everyone seemed pleased enough with our choices...or at least I think they were.
As I reflected on this weekend though, we've certainly changed over the years. We used to be thrilled to go to flea markets and beach stores, and the younger car (as we lovingly referred to it) was even balking at the Tanger outlets. Chucky Cheese used to be the first stop and quite possibly the highlight of the trip. I'm pretty sure I'd rather be tarred and feathered, and there wasn't a movie night to be found. No rousing choruses of "Norman" or "Tell Laura I Love Her" rang through the car, and not a moment was spent drifting through a lazy river.
It was a very different trip, but not any less fun, and not any less tiring. By the time we got home, I was more than ready. On another note, after my Mom died, I wondered if I would feel differently about being away from home. I've always been a homebody and I hated to be away from home. I always wondered if it was really about being away from her. Sure, I missed her...a lot, and I still miss her, but I've come to realize that I miss my actual home. I miss my dogs and my bed and everything that makes my house...me. The mess on the floor in the corner of my room is a comfort to me because it reminds me that I live here and that I'm free to be me here. No matter how old I get, or how far I go...however short a period or long...I'm always thankful to come home.
The weekend as a whole went smoothly. No car trouble, wardrobe malfunctions (unless you count Beth's purse, and I'm almost certain she does), or mistaken room identities. Our only snags came when we decided on places to eat. When you're on a trip with 9 women, all of whom don't want to say where to go, but none of whom have the same tastes, you've got issues....and we did....we had issues. I'm happy to report that they were resolved without incident and everyone seemed pleased enough with our choices...or at least I think they were.
As I reflected on this weekend though, we've certainly changed over the years. We used to be thrilled to go to flea markets and beach stores, and the younger car (as we lovingly referred to it) was even balking at the Tanger outlets. Chucky Cheese used to be the first stop and quite possibly the highlight of the trip. I'm pretty sure I'd rather be tarred and feathered, and there wasn't a movie night to be found. No rousing choruses of "Norman" or "Tell Laura I Love Her" rang through the car, and not a moment was spent drifting through a lazy river.
It was a very different trip, but not any less fun, and not any less tiring. By the time we got home, I was more than ready. On another note, after my Mom died, I wondered if I would feel differently about being away from home. I've always been a homebody and I hated to be away from home. I always wondered if it was really about being away from her. Sure, I missed her...a lot, and I still miss her, but I've come to realize that I miss my actual home. I miss my dogs and my bed and everything that makes my house...me. The mess on the floor in the corner of my room is a comfort to me because it reminds me that I live here and that I'm free to be me here. No matter how old I get, or how far I go...however short a period or long...I'm always thankful to come home.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Back in the Swing of Things
Going back to work after a two week break is never easy, and to be honest, I didn't expect it to be. When I woke up Monday morning, I knew I would feel as if I had been hit like a truck. I did not disappoint myself. Unfortunately, I failed to take into account one thing.....the morning after.
If I thought getting up Monday was rough, today was something I can't even describe. I literally would have thrown myself on the floor and wailed if I thought it would have done any good. It was a truly horrifying experience...especially for those poor individuals that have to work with me.
The days have been tedious and slow, but certainly not uneventful. By the time the end of the day finally arrives I barely have the energy to change clothes and make it to the couch. I was nice (or stupid) enough to get Daddy a Wii for Christmas and I hooked it up the TV in the living room. For the last week or so, I've been treated to Netflix streaming of Gunsmoke movies nonstop. I can't even stop being annoyed at home.
I got home today, primed and ready to put myself in a better mood. I banished my father from the house, turned on the TV, and quickly flipped the channel to find something lighthearted...just in time to come across that charming advertisement for the ASPCA. Seriously????? If you know me at all, you'll know that while I may not always be the most sensitive person towards people, I absolutely adore animals. I spent a full time minutes sniffling and whimpering over a COMMERCIAL! Cleo and Rocky think I'm insane as well since I also pulled them both into smothering hugs. Rocky still won't come out from under the chair (not that it's necessarily a bad thing). Cleo, on the other hand, just kind of cuts her eyes at me as if to ask, "You OK?" Nope..not really.
If I thought getting up Monday was rough, today was something I can't even describe. I literally would have thrown myself on the floor and wailed if I thought it would have done any good. It was a truly horrifying experience...especially for those poor individuals that have to work with me.
The days have been tedious and slow, but certainly not uneventful. By the time the end of the day finally arrives I barely have the energy to change clothes and make it to the couch. I was nice (or stupid) enough to get Daddy a Wii for Christmas and I hooked it up the TV in the living room. For the last week or so, I've been treated to Netflix streaming of Gunsmoke movies nonstop. I can't even stop being annoyed at home.
I got home today, primed and ready to put myself in a better mood. I banished my father from the house, turned on the TV, and quickly flipped the channel to find something lighthearted...just in time to come across that charming advertisement for the ASPCA. Seriously????? If you know me at all, you'll know that while I may not always be the most sensitive person towards people, I absolutely adore animals. I spent a full time minutes sniffling and whimpering over a COMMERCIAL! Cleo and Rocky think I'm insane as well since I also pulled them both into smothering hugs. Rocky still won't come out from under the chair (not that it's necessarily a bad thing). Cleo, on the other hand, just kind of cuts her eyes at me as if to ask, "You OK?" Nope..not really.
Saturday, January 1, 2011
New Year
My Grandaddy Hoyt used to say, "What you do on New Years Day, you'll do all year long." I have to admit, I was pretty safe given my alarming lack of activity today. The sum total of my physical activity today included putting biscuits in the oven (the frozen kind...don't get excited) and heating ham to go in them. I thought about doing laundry, but that is about as far into that process as I got.
I've decided that doing any sort of physical activity is particularly unappealing to me because I have to return to work on Monday. Don't misunderstand me, I'm very thankful to have a job, and as jobs go, I rather like the one I have, but I dislike the fact that it is somewhere I have to get up and go every day. I believe if I could go in when I woke up, wearing my pajamas, I'd be much more content with this burden. As it stands, I suppose I'll continue being forced into this conformity.
A lot of people make resolutions on this day, and I really should make some of my own. There are plenty of things I could do to better myself. I could resolve to eat healthier, exercise more, and spend more time doing constructive things with my spare time, but that would just lead to breaking resolutions which hardly seems like a worthwhile activity.
Come Monday many of us will be returning to work. Sorry to those of you that have had to return before now, and I don't even want to hear from those of you that don't have to return yet or at all.....One more night to stay up late..one more morning to wake up without an alarm. How long til Spring Break?
I've decided that doing any sort of physical activity is particularly unappealing to me because I have to return to work on Monday. Don't misunderstand me, I'm very thankful to have a job, and as jobs go, I rather like the one I have, but I dislike the fact that it is somewhere I have to get up and go every day. I believe if I could go in when I woke up, wearing my pajamas, I'd be much more content with this burden. As it stands, I suppose I'll continue being forced into this conformity.
A lot of people make resolutions on this day, and I really should make some of my own. There are plenty of things I could do to better myself. I could resolve to eat healthier, exercise more, and spend more time doing constructive things with my spare time, but that would just lead to breaking resolutions which hardly seems like a worthwhile activity.
Come Monday many of us will be returning to work. Sorry to those of you that have had to return before now, and I don't even want to hear from those of you that don't have to return yet or at all.....One more night to stay up late..one more morning to wake up without an alarm. How long til Spring Break?
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