I encountered what had to be one of the saddest things ever while out doing some last minute shopping on Wednesday. My husband and I had to run by a local chain store, I won't mention the name but I hate the place, and as usual my husband held the door open for me to enter.
No biggy right? Well there was a woman who was right behind us and of course Buddy waited for the lady and held the door for her. Again no biggy, or at least I didn't think so. She thanked my husband and then made the comment about him holding the door open for her and I simply said that was just the way he was. I have regretted telling her that ever since.
You see Buddy holding that door open for her meant a lot to her. She told me that it had been a long time since a man had done that and for some reason I got the impression she needed to feel like he had done that because she was special. I took that away from her by making the comment I did. I didn't make the comment to be catty but was simply acknowledging the kind of man I was married to but in doing so somehow managed to take something from her. Don't get me wrong she wasn't being ugly about it but the look of her being crushed by me telling her that he would have in essence done that for anyone took something away from her.
No one was mean or spiteful about any of this it was just what it was. It broke my heart that an action so simple as opening a door for someone could have such an impact on another human being never crossed my mind. As for the lady she just wanted for that moment to feel special to someone even if it was a stranger that she would never see again.
I know that in the future when my husband opens a door for another lady and if she makes a comment beyond thank you I'm going to keep my mouth shut. Buddy knows I'm proud of him and I know I'm lucky to have him without me saying anything. In the future should a small action from him bring a smile to another person then that's OK with me.
As for you guys out there listen up. I don't care what the woman looks like; oh and this one the other night may not have been young but she was attractive, at least to me, hold a door open for any woman near and take the time to smile at her. It is a small thing from you but you don't know how it might effect that lady. Maybe you are the only man who has done anything nice for or smiled at the lady in a long time and you may be the person who makes her day and gives her that little bit of encouragement she needs to smile at someone else.
Well I have lived through another Christmas. I don't think I have stopped running since last Tuesday. I'm exhausted. During the holidays my family becomes the most stuck together bunch in the world.
Now you might think that is normal but the truth is that my husband and I are doing good to get together once a week with one of our girls little on all three and even to see all three in a week at different times is pretty much impossible. There is one that we're doing good to see her once a month and she only lives ten minutes away.
Then comes the holidays and things change quick. Suddenly we are having lunch together then dinner and even breakfast. This goes on for days. I love our girls and grandchildren but all of them at once and almost constantly will wear a person out. Don't get me wrong I love it but by the time the holidays are over Buddy and I are ready to hide in a corner for a few days and recover. It isn't so much being with everyone but the constant running here and there. I swear we must spend more on gas during that week than if we took a 1000 mile road trip both ways.
Buddy and I will now get to relax the next few days and calm our frazzled nerves and be quiet for a while. Let's face it old people get tired quickly.
I did have an amazing Christmas and although all my girls were more than generous I have to say Buddy and Gina really knocked it out of the ball park this year. Buddy got me my dream color printer and Gina, well I'll just have to add a pic. To say she got me a blanket just doesn't cover it. My family is awesome, all of them.
When people ask you what you want for Christmas how do you reply to that? From children you can bet it will be some popular toy or if an older child some form of electronics. Men will generally ask for electronics, something to do with sports, there are a few who will ask for a new vehicle, and some of course will request something on a more personal note, yes I mean something to do with sex. Women will general ask for jewelry, different articles of clothing, or shoes. Here too you will find request for sports gear, new vehicles, and on an even rarer occasion something of a more personal nature, yes I mean sex again.
All this got me to thinking about what I really wanted for Christmas. I thought long and hard about this and I came up with a fairly long list of things. I mean if I could really have everything I wanted for Christmas the list was long, complicated, and very very simple. So here are the things I want for Christmas.
1. That no service, fire, or police personnel ever be harmed in the line of duty again.
2. That no child wake up Christmas morning and know hunger.
3. That elderly people could put to rest the worry of medical bills and the cost of prescriptions.
4. That people could again travel freely without security checks and know they were safe and secure from someone trying to bring them harm.
5. I wish for things like 9/11, San Bernardino, London, and Paris never happened again.
Does these simple yet complicated list of things make me a dreamer? Probably but anything good in this world usually starts with someones dreams. So think about this, if everyone in the world wanted the same things then my wishes would come true.
Merry Christmas to each and everyone one of you and if you don't believe the same way as I do then in whatever way that you would wish someone a wonderful and happy holiday I hope you will take my greeting and translate it into your own beliefs and ideas and wish me the same in whatever way you are happy and comfortable with.
Yep another year gone and I'm a year older. Now I could go into all kinds of rants over aging but the fact is the alternative to this, I've come to realize, is drastic and I've decided that aging isn't the worse thing that can happen to a person. Yes I recently had another birthday. I'm OK with getting older it's just the looking older that I have a problem with.
Anyway moving on, I said this wasn't going to be a rant so sorry. I had a wonderful birthday and ended up getting some interesting things. Mainly all centered around Star Wars and to be more specific Darthvader things. Now here I am and older woman, I refuse to use the term old lady here, getting some really unusual things in recognition of reaching an advanced age in a restaurant. I can only imagine how that must have looked. Was I happy with the gifts? You bet your sweet ass I was. Hey I even got a Darthvader light saber. Yes a light saber. My only problem with the darn thing is that it really doesn't chop off someone's head. Hey let's face it there's not a person out there who is a Star Wars fan who hasn't wanted one and imagined who they would use it on, I know I have a list of people. "Hey you bitch, yes you. What makes you think it's OK to jump in front of me in this line that is two miles long?" You want to rip out your trusty light saber and whack off their head right there leaving a bloodless scene for others to gap at and move away from you allowing you to move to the head of the line. Admit it you want it as bad as I do.
I did get a treat today when Santa asked me to sit in his lap for a pic and he was a doll too. I didn't think about having my picture taken when I left the house this morning to do some Christmas shopping so it isn't the greatest photo of me but what the hell, I got to sit in Santa's lap. Yeah.
So here I am wishing everyone a very Merry Christmas.
Back in September I wrote about a little vial I keep in my purse. Yes that little vial. Well it wasn't the only one I made. I made one for my daughter. She kept it in her jewelry box. That's right kept. You see someone broke into her and her feller's home just before the holidays.
The person or persons who went in took thing of an unusual nature. From Jud they took his father’s guitar and you would have to know the whole story behind that instrument but it was special. The poor young man lost his father last year in another country and it was one of the only personal items they came back with his remains, his father like my mother was cremated.
The history behind this guitar was spectacular to say the least. Jud’s father had traveled all over the world playing with some of the best know entertainers and this guitar had done some major traveling with him.
Now Gina had some expensive pieces of jewelry, not many but some, however these pieces or the most part weren’t taken. They did take a couple of antique gold watches, one having belonged to my grandmother and the other was one that my father had given me when I was in junior high. They were both gold. No not gold filled or plated they were both gold. They took those but left other real gold and silver pieces undisturbed. Go figure.
Back to the vial. Now Gina’s little vial had been done up in a fancy necklace that she could have worn without drawing a lot of attention outside of the fact it was an attractive piece. She never really wore it and I really didn’t expect her to but the option was there should she ever felt the need. Gina was heartbroken over the loss. I haven’t asked her if she explained the contents of the vial to the police but I’m assuming she didn’t. Remember my little fictional story of what that might bring on. If not I have reposted it for those who haven’t read it.
Gina was crying as she related to me about how her grandmother’s ashes had been stolen. It tore at my heart how hurt she was over this violation of her privacy and the things that meant so much to her. She talked about the pain of the loss for several minutes when she suddenly became angry. I could see in my mind that little vein in her right temple bulge as her blood pressure went up. What followed was one of the funniest things I have ever heard in my life.
She cursed and fumed for a few minutes then in the scariest voice I’ve ever heard she said, “I hope they snort it.”
“I beg your pardon?” I responded.
“I hope they snort my Meme’s ashes and get a hell of a surprise from it.”
Now I’m not sure what surprise she might wish upon them unless she hopes her grandmother will come back and haunt the asshole or holes, knowing my mother that is a real possibility, or they get seriously sick or worse but either way it won’t be pleasant for them. I do know that taking the ashes of a deceased individual isn’t something I would want on my conscious and I hope they ultimately find out they stole a dead person. Hey you with the vial of powered material. You do know that is part of a body you have there and when pissed off in life she was bad enough but if there is an afterlife and if she is capable of coming back your ass is screwed.