In this day of electronic gizmos and cyber space, if one blinks, the screen can change, computers and phones can crash leaving us wondering where our world went.
In the fog of cyber space we are then left with days of picking up the scattered, sometimes shattered pieces of our lives. OR, maybe just trying to figure out settings for blogger and how in cyber space do I get my domain name renewed.
Three weeks later, many hours on the computer, 3 phone calls of varying lengths, a moderate number of temper tantrums, beeps and a few 'expletives deleted' and 2 nasty headaches, I FINALLY DID IT?!
The question mark is because I now have to wait until the domain name is fully registered. During one of my moments of frustrated aggravation, I deleted my link to my domain name in blogger. That was not smart. Ah well. Today after 3 hours of grumbling, calling and such, I got it done, but I have to wait 48 hours for everything to return to normal as a result of my impatience.
You all have a GREAT day!
Shalom! Pray for the PEACE of Jerusalem!!
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Thursday, November 10, 2016
Friday, April 25, 2014
Don't Sweat the Small Stuff!
Well, it's certain. I'm going to die. Yep. In the meantime:
I'm drinking bottled water left in the car.
Eating cookies that I dropped on the floor (5 second rule or not).
I'm spending time in the sun with or without sunblock.
Driving my car within 25 miles of home.
Eating fried catfish caught in the Mississippi river by my loving husband.
Eating the occasional bacon and sausage.
Walking out doors through fire ants and maybe getting bitten.
Walking outside at night and getting the occasional mosquito bite.
I plan on talking to total strangers at the check out line. In Wal-mart!
Plan on drinking my 2 shakes a day, drinking 5 bottles of water a day and getting some exercise.
I may even have a bowl of ice cream and a bag of popcorn.
How long do I have? I don't know. Maybe 20 or 30 years. But unless THE LORD comes...
No one knows the day or the hour or even the year, so live today. Enjoy today. And don't get too caught up, over-the-top twisted about "saving the planet" and eating only "healthy stuff" because THE LORD will have HIS day and the earth and the Heavens will all be made new. And when that happens, guess what? You will be, too, if you are a child of HIS. So what you need to be the MOST concerned about is where you'll spend eternity, knowing that the only time you can become a Child of GOD is here in time. Once time passes, it's too late. The decision is made. Become HIS now. Be the best HE made you to be. HE has great plans for you.
#2014NoExcuses #Christian #ViLife
Shalom! Pray for the PEACE of Jerusalem!
I'm drinking bottled water left in the car.
Eating cookies that I dropped on the floor (5 second rule or not).
I'm spending time in the sun with or without sunblock.
Driving my car within 25 miles of home.
Eating fried catfish caught in the Mississippi river by my loving husband.
Eating the occasional bacon and sausage.
Walking out doors through fire ants and maybe getting bitten.
Walking outside at night and getting the occasional mosquito bite.
I plan on talking to total strangers at the check out line. In Wal-mart!
Plan on drinking my 2 shakes a day, drinking 5 bottles of water a day and getting some exercise.
I may even have a bowl of ice cream and a bag of popcorn.
How long do I have? I don't know. Maybe 20 or 30 years. But unless THE LORD comes...
No one knows the day or the hour or even the year, so live today. Enjoy today. And don't get too caught up, over-the-top twisted about "saving the planet" and eating only "healthy stuff" because THE LORD will have HIS day and the earth and the Heavens will all be made new. And when that happens, guess what? You will be, too, if you are a child of HIS. So what you need to be the MOST concerned about is where you'll spend eternity, knowing that the only time you can become a Child of GOD is here in time. Once time passes, it's too late. The decision is made. Become HIS now. Be the best HE made you to be. HE has great plans for you.
#2014NoExcuses #Christian #ViLife
Shalom! Pray for the PEACE of Jerusalem!
Tuesday, April 8, 2014
Are we ALL equal ALL the time? No.
Be careful what you give your children to read. Read the books before they do and if you work in a school and would not have certain books in your home, then don't put those books on a required reading list. Don't use them for "reading time with the tots" at the public library either.
What do children's books teach children about men? If the father is portrayed as well-meaning bumbling fool in every book, it is actually teaching your child at a very early age that men are bumbling fools. If the parents are always portrayed as being on the same level as the children, it is teaching disrespect for authority. If we are all "equal" then there is no need to respect authority.
Let's face it. No one is a bumbling fool ALL the time. Just as we should not ALL be treated equally ALL the time. Before you start, unsaddle that high horse, take a deep breath and settle down.
We've all seen the commercials where the momma bear needs to make sure junior bear's butt isn't littered with TP and poppa bear uses too much and has some sort of inordinate fixation to the TP. It is ALWAYS momma bear that controls the situations and ALWAYS brings order. Poppa bear is the nincompoop that spends too much time in the bathroom playing with the TP.
A five year old is not EQUAL to Mom or Dad and when the accomplishment charts are put up on the fridge, Mom and Dad's name should not be there. This is a teaching tool for children. Your spouse is not a child. Although you both may act like children from time to time, you are NOT children and should not be treat each other as such. A certain amount of respect should be given to the position of an adult (i.e., Mom or Dad, Grandma or Grandpa). What if, what if, what if. There is always "what if."
Figure it out folks.
I mean, does Mom really have time to examine everyone's butt for TP scraps? Or does Mom have time to give a star to Dad every time he ties his own shoes? What about that bathroom time? Isn't there some time that we can have just a little bit of privacy? Who really cares how you clean your butt, unless their nose is in the wrong place?
It's just like the Office of President. You may not care for the one in the chair, but he is where he is and is deserving of respect due to his position of power. Scripture tells us that GOD raises up leaders and takes them down. He gives us what we deserve, not necessarily what we want.
Shalom! Pray for the PEACE of Jerusalem!
#2014NoMoreExcuses #ALLthingsarepossible
Sunday, July 24, 2011
To All The "Know-It-Alls" - You Know Who You Are
I can write this with full knowledge that someone out there (probably someone I know) will be offended. I know this because, as they say, "I are one of them there thangs!"
How I came to be.
When I was a child of 5 or 6, I knew that I had to be a quick study. There was nothing worse in my home than a wrong answer even if the question asked had no right or wrong answer. Then there were those questions that had NO right answer.
The questions that had no right answer were the ones like, 'DO YOU THINK I'M STUPID?" If I was dumb enough or simply not paying attention and said, "yes" there would be a steep payment. That one I learned pretty quick that I had to be paying attention and the correct answer was always, "No, ma'am!" The emphasis had to be on the "ma'am" and not the "No" or it was considered a "smart remark" which had its own punishment.
"ARE YOU STUPID OR WHAT?!" was a tricky one. It could be followed by, "I DIDN'T RAISE YOU TO BE STUPID!" so I had to wait to answer. I couldn't wait too long or that was another cause for punishment. Sometimes I felt pretty stupid or she wouldn't be asking me dumb questions. Not something I said out loud.
"LOOK AT ME WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU!" and "DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT!" were often paired and unless there was a mirror, I never knew how I was looking at her. When I didn't know how to look, I would try looking blankly into space or down at the floor or even concentrate on a speck on something in the room. That meant I wasn't "listening" and many times I got caught up in my own fantasy world and really wasn't paying attention. That stinging slap or the pain of the belt brought me back to reality.
To a child of 6 with that kind of logic bouncing around, it became apparent that adults were actually fairly stupid, mainly illogical and not something to aspire to. The end result was that I buried myself in books - all kinds of books. By the time I was 12, I had read every science and science fiction book in the library. I read science fiction to escape and science to find out how.
I remember lying on the grass peering into the stars wondering when my "real parents" were finally going to come back to get me. I was not related to these earthlings! I couldn't possibly be. They were illogical and mean and none of it made sense unless I was no part of their genetic pool. I dreamed of the time when the spaceship would land and they (my real parents) would hug me and be so glad to see me.
Obviously that day never came as I am still here and I have become one of those dreadful things - an adult. I lost the innocence and logic of childhood and became what I despised most - one of "THEM." What I find fascinating in this modern world of ours is that children are becoming adults far too soon. My journey into the world of no logic and cruelty came in my 20's while many of the children ages 12 and up are venturing into the land of illogical cruelty much sooner. I see the signs of stupidity beginning to flourish in the 14 and 15 year olds as they become sexually aware creatures. They give themselves away like over-ripe fruit falling from a tree only to lie upon the ground to rot. They lose themselves early and master the art of cruelty and lose the logic of children.
Ah, but I am off on a rabbit trail.
When school grades are brought home and A's and B's are not good enough. The paintings and drawings are never good enough. The choices made are never quite right. Dressing for school becomes a dreaded chore. The way hair is combed or brushed is never quite right. You become increasingly aware that having the "right" answer is paramount. You never say anything unless you are certain that what you say will be correct. Eventually, you get a reputation as a "know-it-all" which is incorrect because you really only know what you have just said. You really don't know it ALL nor did you ever think you did.
Reputation is what people think about you and you will rarely change anyone's mind once they believe they have the "truth" about you. So ignore the ignorance and move forward. You learned early in life to dissect every response and come up with the most accurate and acceptable. It becomes second nature and you think no more about what to say than you do about wiping your behind or breathing. You know that if you are not absolutely certain about the answer, you will say nothing.
Someone may seem to know it all, but it may only be your perception of them and not the reality.
Oh, I really don't know who you are.
Shalom. Pray for the Peace of Jerusalem.
How I came to be.
When I was a child of 5 or 6, I knew that I had to be a quick study. There was nothing worse in my home than a wrong answer even if the question asked had no right or wrong answer. Then there were those questions that had NO right answer.
The questions that had no right answer were the ones like, 'DO YOU THINK I'M STUPID?" If I was dumb enough or simply not paying attention and said, "yes" there would be a steep payment. That one I learned pretty quick that I had to be paying attention and the correct answer was always, "No, ma'am!" The emphasis had to be on the "ma'am" and not the "No" or it was considered a "smart remark" which had its own punishment.
"ARE YOU STUPID OR WHAT?!" was a tricky one. It could be followed by, "I DIDN'T RAISE YOU TO BE STUPID!" so I had to wait to answer. I couldn't wait too long or that was another cause for punishment. Sometimes I felt pretty stupid or she wouldn't be asking me dumb questions. Not something I said out loud.
"LOOK AT ME WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU!" and "DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT!" were often paired and unless there was a mirror, I never knew how I was looking at her. When I didn't know how to look, I would try looking blankly into space or down at the floor or even concentrate on a speck on something in the room. That meant I wasn't "listening" and many times I got caught up in my own fantasy world and really wasn't paying attention. That stinging slap or the pain of the belt brought me back to reality.
To a child of 6 with that kind of logic bouncing around, it became apparent that adults were actually fairly stupid, mainly illogical and not something to aspire to. The end result was that I buried myself in books - all kinds of books. By the time I was 12, I had read every science and science fiction book in the library. I read science fiction to escape and science to find out how.
I remember lying on the grass peering into the stars wondering when my "real parents" were finally going to come back to get me. I was not related to these earthlings! I couldn't possibly be. They were illogical and mean and none of it made sense unless I was no part of their genetic pool. I dreamed of the time when the spaceship would land and they (my real parents) would hug me and be so glad to see me.
Obviously that day never came as I am still here and I have become one of those dreadful things - an adult. I lost the innocence and logic of childhood and became what I despised most - one of "THEM." What I find fascinating in this modern world of ours is that children are becoming adults far too soon. My journey into the world of no logic and cruelty came in my 20's while many of the children ages 12 and up are venturing into the land of illogical cruelty much sooner. I see the signs of stupidity beginning to flourish in the 14 and 15 year olds as they become sexually aware creatures. They give themselves away like over-ripe fruit falling from a tree only to lie upon the ground to rot. They lose themselves early and master the art of cruelty and lose the logic of children.
Ah, but I am off on a rabbit trail.
When school grades are brought home and A's and B's are not good enough. The paintings and drawings are never good enough. The choices made are never quite right. Dressing for school becomes a dreaded chore. The way hair is combed or brushed is never quite right. You become increasingly aware that having the "right" answer is paramount. You never say anything unless you are certain that what you say will be correct. Eventually, you get a reputation as a "know-it-all" which is incorrect because you really only know what you have just said. You really don't know it ALL nor did you ever think you did.
Reputation is what people think about you and you will rarely change anyone's mind once they believe they have the "truth" about you. So ignore the ignorance and move forward. You learned early in life to dissect every response and come up with the most accurate and acceptable. It becomes second nature and you think no more about what to say than you do about wiping your behind or breathing. You know that if you are not absolutely certain about the answer, you will say nothing.
Someone may seem to know it all, but it may only be your perception of them and not the reality.
Oh, I really don't know who you are.
Shalom. Pray for the Peace of Jerusalem.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Under What Sign Were You Born?
Mine was "AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY - Labor Room." I was born in 1949 in what they lovingly referred to as the Labor Room. We never quite made it to the Delivery Room. I heard this story often from my mother. It was generally told at every child's birthday despite the fact that it was not their story.
Mom went into labor and was taken to the hospital. They strapped her into the gurney, wheeled her into the labor room. Then they walked out and left her because they said it would be awhile. Next thing she knows, I'm peeking out trying to figure out what's going on. I mean everything was fine as it was. Now I am being squeezed and pushed and there seems to be a light (whatever that is) at the end of the tunnel (like I said before, whatever that is). This is my first moment on the job and I have no idea what all this is.
My mother told me all sorts of gruesome details about how I busted everything wide open because I was escaping regardless of who was or was not there. Apparently I was as determined then as I am now if not more so.
Anyone who says they remember the instant of their birth is either exaggerating or He has not talked to me about it yet. That has to be the most traumatic moment. Why would I want to remember it?
There I am. All warm and cozy and secure. I am never hungry. I can suck my thumbs whenever I want to. I am rocked and held all day. Life is good.
Then it happens. I get squeezed out like toothpaste from a tube; like someone stepping on a ketchup pack. There I am. The lights are too bright. People are talking to loud. Some crazy person held me upside down and sucked out my nose and mouth and then had the bright idea to smack me on the behind. They poked me, prodded me, measured me, tagged me and cleaned me. Then they wrapped me up like a sausage and handed me to this weird thing called mom who is crying and unwrapping me, counting my fingers and toes and squealing, "She's so cute!" Actually, what she said was, "Are you sure that's my baby?" I was born with green eyes, a full head of hair, and the nurses had actually put a bow in my hair. Mom said I looked like an Eskimo baby. I don't know that she ever met an Eskimo.
In all fairness, it was getting kind of cramped in there. Every time I stretched Mom complained. It was either her back hurt, or she wet her pants, again, or she was eating this junk that gave me gas. I was really getting kind of tired of hearing all that mess. Let alone the gas in those cramped quarters. Can you imagine?
Anyway, here I am. Still pushing and complaining. And that is what sign I was born under.
Mom went into labor and was taken to the hospital. They strapped her into the gurney, wheeled her into the labor room. Then they walked out and left her because they said it would be awhile. Next thing she knows, I'm peeking out trying to figure out what's going on. I mean everything was fine as it was. Now I am being squeezed and pushed and there seems to be a light (whatever that is) at the end of the tunnel (like I said before, whatever that is). This is my first moment on the job and I have no idea what all this is.
My mother told me all sorts of gruesome details about how I busted everything wide open because I was escaping regardless of who was or was not there. Apparently I was as determined then as I am now if not more so.
Anyone who says they remember the instant of their birth is either exaggerating or He has not talked to me about it yet. That has to be the most traumatic moment. Why would I want to remember it?
There I am. All warm and cozy and secure. I am never hungry. I can suck my thumbs whenever I want to. I am rocked and held all day. Life is good.
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| Not bad for 6 weeks old. |
Then it happens. I get squeezed out like toothpaste from a tube; like someone stepping on a ketchup pack. There I am. The lights are too bright. People are talking to loud. Some crazy person held me upside down and sucked out my nose and mouth and then had the bright idea to smack me on the behind. They poked me, prodded me, measured me, tagged me and cleaned me. Then they wrapped me up like a sausage and handed me to this weird thing called mom who is crying and unwrapping me, counting my fingers and toes and squealing, "She's so cute!" Actually, what she said was, "Are you sure that's my baby?" I was born with green eyes, a full head of hair, and the nurses had actually put a bow in my hair. Mom said I looked like an Eskimo baby. I don't know that she ever met an Eskimo.
In all fairness, it was getting kind of cramped in there. Every time I stretched Mom complained. It was either her back hurt, or she wet her pants, again, or she was eating this junk that gave me gas. I was really getting kind of tired of hearing all that mess. Let alone the gas in those cramped quarters. Can you imagine?
Anyway, here I am. Still pushing and complaining. And that is what sign I was born under.
Friday, November 5, 2010
Guess Where I Have Been?
There are people in not just the United States that appear to want to read my ramblings, but other parts of the world.
I am really liking the idea that the words that I write are getting exposure all over the world. It is quite humbling and exhilarating that with a few key strokes and just seconds, someone in my county, Canada or Singapore can be reading what has been written.
The written word has the power to cause people to think about things, to form opinions and to wonder about their own opinions. It is a wonderful tool to spread the Gospel. I have been using this medium to vent my frustrations and I truly hope someone will learn something from them (other than the fact that I am nuts).
I do hope that everyone who reads my ramblings can at the very least find some humor or a lesson that maybe I failed to learn.
Have a wonderful day! Wherever you may be, I hope the Son shines brightly upon you!
I am really liking the idea that the words that I write are getting exposure all over the world. It is quite humbling and exhilarating that with a few key strokes and just seconds, someone in my county, Canada or Singapore can be reading what has been written.
The written word has the power to cause people to think about things, to form opinions and to wonder about their own opinions. It is a wonderful tool to spread the Gospel. I have been using this medium to vent my frustrations and I truly hope someone will learn something from them (other than the fact that I am nuts).
I do hope that everyone who reads my ramblings can at the very least find some humor or a lesson that maybe I failed to learn.
Have a wonderful day! Wherever you may be, I hope the Son shines brightly upon you!
Thursday, October 28, 2010
How to Get Even
The best way to get even with someone who has done their level best to destroy you is to "DUCK!!"
Why? Because if you are standing in the way trying to wreak vengeance upon them, you stand in the way of the Lord doing it for you. If you are a Christian, He will do it much better than you can. He did say, after all, "Vengeance is Mine..." He will make sure that it sticks real good and if you have done nothing wrong, He will vindicate you publicly.
Just remember that those who try to destroy a Christian are only doing the Devil's work and nothing good comes of that in the long run. Their victory will be hollow and short-lived.
HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY!!
DON'T LET THE MUCKRAKERS GET YOU DOWN!!!!!!!!!
Why? Because if you are standing in the way trying to wreak vengeance upon them, you stand in the way of the Lord doing it for you. If you are a Christian, He will do it much better than you can. He did say, after all, "Vengeance is Mine..." He will make sure that it sticks real good and if you have done nothing wrong, He will vindicate you publicly.
Just remember that those who try to destroy a Christian are only doing the Devil's work and nothing good comes of that in the long run. Their victory will be hollow and short-lived.
HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY!!
DON'T LET THE MUCKRAKERS GET YOU DOWN!!!!!!!!!
Saturday, October 16, 2010
The "Divorce"
Well, it's over. I do not understand what happened.
Okay! I was depressed and suffering from anxiety attacks. But was that any reason to throw me out? I gave you 17 great years.
I cleaned up your messes, scrubbed toilets, mopped floors, sewed on buttons, killed rats, kept the kitchen clean, listened to your problems, kept your books, listened to everyone else's problems and above all that I worked. I worked my tail off for you.
So, I was a little hard to get along with the past year. You throw me out because ... Why? I never could grasp what I had done that was so wrong. I answered all your questions to the best of my ability and tried hard to accommodate your needs. I even tried to anticipate your needs to make sure everything ran smoothly.
I tried to understand (and did sometimes) why you spent money on everything and everyone but me. I tried to understand why I could never get away from you that you weren't calling me continuously to answer a question. Even when I cared for my son in the hospital during his surgeries, I always answered my cell phone and tried to take care of things for you. When I had surgery, you wouldn't even let me recuperate. You made it clear that there were things that needed to be done and I was the only one that could do them. You didn't even try to do things on your own.
I even answered legal questions for you. When I tried to advise you that you needed to get a lawyer to draw up different things, you acted like I had overstepped my position in life. Like I was some sort of moron.
Well, you know what, you weren't real easy to get along with either! You were contrary. You refused to even acknowledge that I was around until it was convenient for you. When I needed more money, you acted like I had insulted you. You ridiculed me. You diminished me in every way possible. You even told me that I was hard to look at.
Yes, my hair is gray and I have gained some weight, my arthritis is painful and I have eye trouble. I had baggage when we started out and got more along the way. You knew I was not perfect when we started this relationship. But you were always able to tell me what was on your mind when you wanted me to change things and we were always able to work things out. Generally, after I gave you my opinion, I just bowed down and did what you said you wanted me to do. I always did it the best I could.
You never told me you were having any problems with me. Even when that younger woman became involved in our relationship, I tried very hard to understand. You gave me some flimsy excuse for bringing her in and I really wanted to believe you. But you became more distant. You acted like you didn't even want me in the same room with you. And that abuse got to me. I'm sorry, but I am human. It truly bothered me.
Why did you do that to me? I don't understand what I did wrong. How did I suddenly become such a terrible person that you had to abuse me and throw me away like I was garbage? You called me an issue that you didn't want to deal with! And why did you have to do it on my birthday? And to finalize the deal, you didn't have enough kahunas to face me? You had to send me an email without giving me the meeting you promised me? Are you really that gutless? Yes I guess you are. Well, this divorce won't be easy on either of us. You threw down the gauntlet. I picked up and accepted your challenge you weasel!
Okay! I was depressed and suffering from anxiety attacks. But was that any reason to throw me out? I gave you 17 great years.
I cleaned up your messes, scrubbed toilets, mopped floors, sewed on buttons, killed rats, kept the kitchen clean, listened to your problems, kept your books, listened to everyone else's problems and above all that I worked. I worked my tail off for you.
So, I was a little hard to get along with the past year. You throw me out because ... Why? I never could grasp what I had done that was so wrong. I answered all your questions to the best of my ability and tried hard to accommodate your needs. I even tried to anticipate your needs to make sure everything ran smoothly.
I tried to understand (and did sometimes) why you spent money on everything and everyone but me. I tried to understand why I could never get away from you that you weren't calling me continuously to answer a question. Even when I cared for my son in the hospital during his surgeries, I always answered my cell phone and tried to take care of things for you. When I had surgery, you wouldn't even let me recuperate. You made it clear that there were things that needed to be done and I was the only one that could do them. You didn't even try to do things on your own.
I even answered legal questions for you. When I tried to advise you that you needed to get a lawyer to draw up different things, you acted like I had overstepped my position in life. Like I was some sort of moron.
Well, you know what, you weren't real easy to get along with either! You were contrary. You refused to even acknowledge that I was around until it was convenient for you. When I needed more money, you acted like I had insulted you. You ridiculed me. You diminished me in every way possible. You even told me that I was hard to look at.
Yes, my hair is gray and I have gained some weight, my arthritis is painful and I have eye trouble. I had baggage when we started out and got more along the way. You knew I was not perfect when we started this relationship. But you were always able to tell me what was on your mind when you wanted me to change things and we were always able to work things out. Generally, after I gave you my opinion, I just bowed down and did what you said you wanted me to do. I always did it the best I could.
You never told me you were having any problems with me. Even when that younger woman became involved in our relationship, I tried very hard to understand. You gave me some flimsy excuse for bringing her in and I really wanted to believe you. But you became more distant. You acted like you didn't even want me in the same room with you. And that abuse got to me. I'm sorry, but I am human. It truly bothered me.
Why did you do that to me? I don't understand what I did wrong. How did I suddenly become such a terrible person that you had to abuse me and throw me away like I was garbage? You called me an issue that you didn't want to deal with! And why did you have to do it on my birthday? And to finalize the deal, you didn't have enough kahunas to face me? You had to send me an email without giving me the meeting you promised me? Are you really that gutless? Yes I guess you are. Well, this divorce won't be easy on either of us. You threw down the gauntlet. I picked up and accepted your challenge you weasel!
Thursday, October 7, 2010
My teeth aren't white enough!
That's right!
My teeth aren't white enough.
My armpits have a disgusting white residue.
My skin isn't clear enough.
My makeup coverage isn't good enough.
I'm not tanned enough.
My belly isn't flat enough.
My deodorant isn't powerful enough.
My pain reliever isn't powerful enough.
My hair color isn't bright and shiny enough.
According to the commercials there is not one part of my body or my life that is satisfactory.
There is more money to be had.
I'm not wealthy enough.
My house isn't big enough.
My financial decisions aren't good enough.
I don't have the right lawyer.
I don't have the right doctor.
I don't have the right decor.
My yard is in bad shape.
If I listened to all the commercials I would believe all that nonsense. While I might agree with some of those things (I'm not about to tell you which ones) it is still my teeth, my armpits and my house. Until there is mandatory government regulations mandating how white my teeth should be, they are my teeth and as long as they are clean you will just have to look at sub-white teeth.
My teeth aren't white enough.
My armpits have a disgusting white residue.
My skin isn't clear enough.
My makeup coverage isn't good enough.
I'm not tanned enough.
My belly isn't flat enough.
My deodorant isn't powerful enough.
My pain reliever isn't powerful enough.
My hair color isn't bright and shiny enough.
According to the commercials there is not one part of my body or my life that is satisfactory.
There is more money to be had.
I'm not wealthy enough.
My house isn't big enough.
My financial decisions aren't good enough.
I don't have the right lawyer.
I don't have the right doctor.
I don't have the right decor.
My yard is in bad shape.
If I listened to all the commercials I would believe all that nonsense. While I might agree with some of those things (I'm not about to tell you which ones) it is still my teeth, my armpits and my house. Until there is mandatory government regulations mandating how white my teeth should be, they are my teeth and as long as they are clean you will just have to look at sub-white teeth.
Perky Happy Morning People
Perky happy morning people with the always sunny personality are really annoying. As long as they keep that nonsense to themselves, they are mildly tolerable.
For some reason these people think it is their duty to make everyone into them. It ain't gonna happen. People like me are a necessity in life. You cannot get work done when you are walking up and down the halls spreading joy.
You can't spread it my way anyhow. I know what true joy is and it isn't walking around some insipid little grin on your face trying to force everyone else to SMILE.
I've got a newsflash for you. Not everyone's facial muscles are the same. Some muscle configurations simply look like they are frowning or unhappy when they aren't. And when you insist that someone is not happy when they are, you are simply being ignorant and insensitive. Get over it.
I kind-of figure that people who smile inanely all the time are either drunk, on drugs, or hiding such pain and anguish that they are going to blow at any moment and take about 6 of their co-workers or management with them.
Think about it the next time you walk down the hall and encounter one of those mindless, happy grins. If it's on management, the company could be in deep trouble.
Have a nice day! :)
For some reason these people think it is their duty to make everyone into them. It ain't gonna happen. People like me are a necessity in life. You cannot get work done when you are walking up and down the halls spreading joy.
You can't spread it my way anyhow. I know what true joy is and it isn't walking around some insipid little grin on your face trying to force everyone else to SMILE.
I've got a newsflash for you. Not everyone's facial muscles are the same. Some muscle configurations simply look like they are frowning or unhappy when they aren't. And when you insist that someone is not happy when they are, you are simply being ignorant and insensitive. Get over it.
I kind-of figure that people who smile inanely all the time are either drunk, on drugs, or hiding such pain and anguish that they are going to blow at any moment and take about 6 of their co-workers or management with them.
Think about it the next time you walk down the hall and encounter one of those mindless, happy grins. If it's on management, the company could be in deep trouble.
Have a nice day! :)
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