I started to use this as a way to rant but decided against it. I rarely have meltdowns. It is one of the things that sometimes makes me crazy. You know you get pissed about something and you have to bite your tongue.
A prime example is something that happened at the store tonight. My husband and I went to the grocery store and I was in between a couple of veggie bins and nearly all the way through it when some bitch decided she wanted to go between the bins I was occupying. Did she nicely move her basket over so I might go ahead and pass her in the middle of the produce isle? No. She looked at me and said "You can back up." Are you kidding me? Bitch has my exit blocked not to mention the entire isle and she is ordering me to back up.
Now it took me a minute for this to register and maybe it was a good thing. It allowed the woman to get for enough away from me before it hit me and I lost it. Oh no I didn't back up but managed to squeeze past her with a little maneuvering. Anyway I digress. When it did hit me I blew a gasket. Unfortunately the only person to be near enough to hear my tirade was my poor husband. I said that my husband was the only one close enough to me to hear my rant but that isn't quite true. There was a man close by that made a hasty retreat when I started and I got the impression he might have been with the bitch.
I was still ranting when we left the store and continued half way home.
I have to admit that it might not have been so bad if I hadn't had to hold my tongue over the holidays when a couple of people showed their ignorance and I couldn't express that fact. Certain situations require you to use diplomacy or keep your mouth shut. In those cases I chose to keep my mouth shut.
All I can say is that I'm glad the first round of holiday double match is over and now only have to get through the next round. Someone should really consider moving one of these two holidays so that we have a chance to recoup from one before heading into the second. Let's face it no matter how wonderful most of the people are we know or are related to you are going to have at least one or two who are total idiots or asses and we do whatever we can to avoid then. Think of how many lives could be saved at this time of year if you separated the two holidays and allowed us to rest in between. I only had a major rant tonight but think how bad it could have been if it had been after Christmas. I may crawl under my bed after Christmas dinner and stay there until it is safe for the public for me to come out again.
There is restaurant that Buddy and I frequent and there are two people there who always take very good care of us. I took these two wonderful people a copy of my first book today. I signed them and they were so happy I was truly touched that something I felt was so simple on my part should result in suck a response.
The thing is it grew. They started telling everyone in the place about my book and showing it to people and the next thing I knew I was the center of attention and people asking me where to get my books and or could they get my autograph. I was so humbled by what happened but at the same time so proud.
Don't worry I'm not going to start going out and handing out free books at every turn and to do it after what happened today would relegate it to something I was doing for nothing more than a promotional stunt. When I give something, unless I am involved with a promotional event, I am old fashion enough to believe that when you give something to someone for a personal reason then it should be from the heart and not the pocketbook.
Anyway to Anna and Dee thank you for being the people you are and making the people you come into contact with smile.
First I have to tell you that in this story the person talking about the Memphis zoo isn't a real nice person so you'll have to excuse his take on the zoo in Memphis. Actually it is rated in the top ten in the country and for good reason. The people who work there as well as all the people who support it have done everything they can to make it a beautiful and nurturing place for its' residents. They take their work seriously and are a dedicated group of individuals. They have my respect and admiration for the job they do and the love and care they give to all the animals.
He stood in the shadows watching the young couple. They were laughing at the antics of a polar bear cub in a man-made pool on the other side of a large window. The couple had entered the cave like building that went down far enough for people to get below the water line and watch the bears in what was supposed to be a representation of their natural habitat. The person who stood in the shadows almost laughed at the idea.
Yeah right, you build an area out of concrete to look like rocks and the Arctic terrain to try and give the impression that the whole thing represented the animals naturally domain. Then these same idiots fill a pool with water and expected the animals to perform for the public and entertain the masses in order to collect a high fee in return. You do this with the selling pitch that you are trying to help these animals in their life like environment to help them be more at home. Right. It really boiled down to housing these animals in camouflaged cages in a climate that even in the winter was often higher than it was in their natural habitat in summer. The idiots would pile through and laugh and joke as the animals tried to live a life that was lost to them.
Now Jude didn’t have a particular love of any animal including humans but the irony of the situation and the stupidity of the people who came to see the trapped beast seemed to really get under his skin.
Jude had not planned on spending the day at the Memphis Zoo but he had spotted the couple earlier in the day and something about them had caught his attention and he had followed them here. The young couple had irritated him with their almost innocent absorption in one another. They were in love. The kind of silly, crazy, oblivious love that only the very young usually experienced. They looked at one another as if no one else in the world existed and the world was their playground. They moved through these early stages of the journey that would ultimately lead them down a path of disappointment with a belief that they would be together for all their lives living in harmony with one another. This trip would more than likely lead to cheating, lying, and a nasty breakup that would leave one or both damaged goods. Jude hated stupid people and in his opinion all people were stupid.
Jude continued to follow the couple as they made their way around the zoo and finally left through the front gate. He knew that the zoo here was considered one of the best in this country and maybe even the world but to him it was just a bunch of expensive cages to amuse the public.
Jude thought about taking them here in the parking lot of the zoo but decided to wait. He wanted to get them someplace more appropriate for his type of lesson. He wanted them totally alone where the terror would sink in to one or the other when he took the first one. He thought he might go for the guy first. Women where so much more fun to watch when scared than men. Men as a rule tried to cover up their fear while a woman was more honest in her emotional responses.
Jude continued to follow the couple and when they went into a homey little restaurant he debated following them in there. He did enjoy eating. It was one of the few things he was allowed to enjoy but decided he really wasn’t in the mood for anything to eat.
Usually Jude went for more interesting types. The harden criminals, murders, the lowest types of human existence there were but this young couple had set him off. Their very existence had set him on edge. He had hated them from the moment he had set eyes on them. He wanted to end their miserable lives even if they weren’t aware they were miserable.
He took up a spot not far from the door of the restaurant. He tried to understand his feelings of these two young lovers. They were both attractive in a wholesome sort of way. They were of course college students and planned on getting married after they graduated. He was always amazed with how he knew these things. That was something that never ceased to amaze him. It was the one thing that he took pleasure in. How he knew everything he needed to know about people just by locking in on them. He might be a creature of death but damn did it have its advantages.
Jude was snapped out of his own thoughts when he saw the couple come out of the eatery. They headed to their car and he stepped in behind them. He knew they couldn’t see him and they wouldn’t be able to until he was ready to be seen.
The restaurant was located on a street that was lined mostly with houses and the tiny parking lot had been full when they had arrived earlier. Now they walked down the tree lined street to get to their car. The couple walked in and out of shadows of the trees as they made their way back to their ride. When Jude thought they were far enough away from the place they had just left he slipped up closer to them and made a sound to get their attention.
Jude was tickled when the young girl gave a little squeal of surprise. The guy had quickly turned around as if he were going to try and protect his young fiancée should he need to. Jude knew that the boy’s efforts would be in vain.
“Can I help you?” The boy asked as he turned around to face the man who had startled him.
Jude’s quick movement was beyond anything the boy was able to counter and the boy felt some kind of rush go through him before he hit the ground. The girl started to scream but Jude simply held up his hand silencing the girl with that motion.
Jude shook his head to try and clear it. He had gotten a surprise in the moment he took the boy’s life. He thought he had picked up on everything about this couple but he had been wrong. He had not picked up on how dark the insides of the boy were.
He looked at the girl standing there shaking from fear and looking at the boy she loved laying at her feet. What Jude had just saved the girl from was far worse than anything he could do to her. He shook his head again and called the girl by her name.
“Lisa you’re going to hurt for a while over this but believe me you’ll get over it and you will never know the bullet you just dodged.” Jude continued to stare at the girl for a moment. She was pretty and the tears glistening in her eyes and on her cheeks only made her even prettier. For the first time in longer than he could remember he wanted to put his arms around someone and comfort them but he knew he couldn’t do that. The moment he did she was as dead as that monster on the ground.
Jude turned his back on the girl and walked back the way he had come. He didn’t finish what he had started. Back there on the ground was something far worse than him and he had left it where it was. Someone else would come by and take care of it. He had originally planned on setting the spirits of these young people loose to roam unguided on the earth but not even Jude could unleash that thing back there on the ground on an unsuspecting world. There were some things that not even Jude could let roam free.
A wonderful morning with my handsome husband and my fabulous brothers, George and Reene, Terry and Mickey. Thank you for a great morning and I love you all.
Have you ever considered the story of Cinderella and her wicked stepsisters? Neither have I until tonight. That story has done more to give stepsisters a bad name than anything I've ever seen or read. This also got me to thinking about stepmothers. That story didn't do a lot to help their image either. You add to that the story of Snow White and man do stepmothers really get a bad rap.
Now Disney hasn't helped the whole mother stepmother thing at all. The mother seems to always die and if they bring another woman into the story she is one bitch from hell. Come on people, why are women always vilified or shown to be weak and helpless and or sickly. Dads however are always strong and heroes, well unless they get knocked off too which is rare, but as a rule they always come in and save the day. Even when the dad does get knocked off they somehow come off as strong and brave and on occasion they will put in a ghostly appearance or their voice is woven into the end of the story with some tidbit of wisdom.
Personally I am sick of this shit. Yes I said shit, get over it. Think about what I'm saying here. Do the women really like being portrayed in this sort of manor? Men do you want you daughters to think are they less because they are female? Do you think they are less because they are female? I hope not and if you do maybe someone should be writing a terrifying fairy tale about the wicked fathers.
Now here is the real kicker. While I was thinking about the whole stepsister thing it dawned on me that, can you guess it, Cinderella herself was a stepsister. So what you might ask. Well if stepsisters are mean nasty ugly bitches then that means that Cinderella was a mean nasty ugly bitch as well. Now if the story was told from her perspective then I have to assume that she was a lying cheating low down dirty little piece of crap and the whole Cinderella story is not only a fairy tell but a crappy fairy tale and is not a lesson in good versus evil but is skewed in favor of the one who got her story out. Maybe we should get the story from the other side. I bet it would be a hell of a lot different.
Now on to stepmothers. We live in a time when there are a lot of combined families. That means that not only are there a lot of stepsisters out there but a hell of a lot of stepmothers as well. I'm a stepmother to two girls. I have a daughter of my own. Get where I"m going with this? I want, no I demand, that stepmothers stop being made the villains and we be allowed to take our place among society as decent loving kind women. It doesn't matter that on occasion that we do have a strong desire to smack our stepdaughters on the back of the head at times. Hell I get the same desire to do that to the one I gave birth to. Children regardless of their age can be a pain in the ass every now and then God love them. I know I do.
This morning I posted my usual Veterans Day post on facebook. As always I mentioned the people in my family who have served in the military. Now right after I posted I realized I left off a cousin and quickly added him. Problem solved.
No it wasn't. I left off another cousin who retired from the Navy. My wonderful, handsome brave cousin. You can bet this evening I got a message from him and I didn't even have to read it to know that I had screwed up. Big time.
So I went out and found something that would pertain to him and posted it with my heart felt apologies. I sent him my love and regrets for being a crazy old woman who is losing her mind. He did respond with the grace and dignity as I have come to expect from him. Well I expect it when he isn't teasing me and pushing my buttons in a way that only a cousin can.
He is a lot like his dad was. Uncle Lee loved to pick on me something terrible. I think Steve made it his mission after leaving the Navy to follow in his dad's footsteps once again and take up picking on me where his wonderful dad left off. Of course my uncle was a hard nose military man who loved doing things by the book including the way he picked on people. Thankfully Steve is much more laid back although I do miss my uncle. Thankfully I still have Steve and I have wonderful memories of my uncle. Thank you both for the time you have made for me when we could all be together. Oh Uncle Lee if you watching and reading this, I want you to know I haven't forgotten the fence post. I still don't know how you railroaded me into that job.
I have once again fallen down the rabbit hole and am hanging here by my fingers waiting for someone to come along and help me out. Now we all know that someone getting me out of the damn thing isn't going to happen. After all I got myself into this mess and I'm going to have to be the one to get me out.
You see when I step off into a story I'm never really sure where it might lead. I start out with a perfectly good idea and have a fairly good idea of where it will take me. Is that what happens? Hell no. I end up on what is the equivalent of the Yellow Brick Road and you can bet I'm going to find some place where a sudden sink hole will open up and down I go again. Really.
Now I'm working on a short story, yeah that's what I said, that wants to turn into the epic novel over 2000 pages long. Come on Martin just get to it please. Die or kill or maim or do whatever the hell you're suppose to already. You're getting on my last damn nerve. Hell you're not even supposed to have that much to say in all this remember.
I don't know why I'm even talking to the ass. Have you women ever known a man to listen? You would think that a fictional character would have better sense than to argue with the person who invented him but no. Like all men he is a pain in the ass. He wants to pick everything a part and go over all the evidence and try to dig up more. I guess that's what I get for making him a cop. Maybe I should switch his profession and make him a computer geek but then all he would want to do is sit in front of his laptop and surf the flipping web.
Look all this guy really needs to do is go out to the woods confront the spooky thing. Then he is supposed to nearly get killed by the bad whatever, no I'm not telling, die, crawl off into the woods ranting like a lunatic, or get up and go home. I don't care which it is just do one of the four please.
We do remember I am crazy so what else can be said. Right now I may just pull out my imaginary gun and blow a hole in my imaginary hero/fall guy and be done with it.
A while back I posted about me buying my first leggings and promised I would at some point post a picture of me wearing the darn things. I have worn them several times and I love them. Well today I finally got around to taking a picture of me in the blasted things. So here they are and along with my more than scary daughter who dressed up today. She did an amazing job but I must say that to turn on my laptop early this morning and find a picture of her in her makeup was a bit unsettling. Anyway fun was had by all today except for a minor glitch in the relationship of one of our daughter, which has been worked out I hope, everything ended up on a positive note.
I hope everyone had a wonderful Halloween.
For years I have used one type of mascara. Yes all you cosmetic snobs I use Maybelline mascara. Well a particular type of their mascara. It's called XXL Pro. Maybe I should say was called XXL Pro. You see in the infinite wisdom that Maybelline has shown since it was sold and moved out of Memphis the company that bought it has been so busy making a big deal of being from New York in an attempt to try and outdo the company who makes a flipping big deal with being of Paris that they trash their great products and try to come up with fancy names and packaging for Inferior products. Well inferior to XXL Pro anyway.
OK maybe I'm partial to this one mascara and only use it but there is a reason for that. It did what it was supposed to do. It made my lashes look better. Believe me I have tried many since I am not longer able to buy the one I want in any store. One I bought and paid a small fortune for made my lashes fall out and that was after using it on my lashes only twice. I look like I tried to pluck my eyebrows while I was drunk and missed the mark. None of the ones I've bought, and there have been a lot, have done anywhere near the job that XXL Pro. I mean it was like the difference between a Ferrari and a Ford Fiesta.
Now like I said I may be partial but evidently a lot of other people are as well. Some enterprising individuals must have heard of Maybelline discontinuing the mascara and went out and bought all they could and are now selling the stuff on eBay for forty dollars a pop. I can't be the only person who thought is was great, right? Anyway I did manage to find some and bought four of the damn things. No I didn't spend forty frigging dollars a pop but I spent more than I should have for the blasted things. I can tell you now even before it's in my hand it is worth it.
Anyway I should have enough to get me through a couple of years anyway and by then maybe they will come up with a way to transplant new lashes in your lids. I just have to make sure I get to pick where they take the damn hair from. I really don't thing I want hair from my lower body transplanted to my face. Of course if they take it from the top of my head that could cause a bunch of big problems. If it grows on my eyelids the way it grown on my head I'll have to have a lash trip about every week. Not to mention I have curly hair. The last thing I need is for someone to implant that hair in the wrong direction and it start curling toward my eyeball. Talk about having something in your eye. Geese.