Wednesday, April 20, 2016

It costs nothing to be kind.......or does it?

It costs nothing to be kind. Or so they say.  I disagree.  Some days it can cost a great deal.  Maybe you're having a bad day.  Maybe you spilled your coffee. Which is horrible in two ways, first, you made a mess, second, you no longer have coffee.
The horror.

Or maybe someone cut you off in traffic.  Things like this can make you want to head for the nearest liquor store and start grabbing bottles of the shelf.  Or maybe that's just me.  Whatever the circumstances are, you are in a pisser of a mood and you are dying to take it out on the first unlucky idjit that crosses your path.  I mean, people, what a bunch of bastards.  People can be kind or they can be cruel.  Some days I think it takes a lot more effort to be kind.  Especially when you just aren't feeling it.  No one has been kind to you, why should you bother being kind to anyone else?  Because you need to be.  I work an IT Help Desk.  I've been in Customer Service of one sort or another since my first job at 16 at a local restaurant. I think everyone should have to work some sort of customer service gig in their life so they know how it feels.  When you have someone look you in the face and tell you that you suck, it gives you an appreciation for people who are kind. So be kind. Even though it costs you.  Spread that shit around.  The internet seems to have given license to the darkness in humanity. People can anonymously spread around cruelty that is so audacious, it's breathtaking.

"You can't fix yourself by breaking someone else." ~Unknown

No, you can't.  And even though it may cost you, be kind anyway.  If we all took a minute and tried to live our lives by the Golden Rule, think how much nicer a world this would be.

Don't mean to lecture.  Just trying to spread a little Peace and Harmony into the universe.  Love and Light my friends.

Friday, February 12, 2016

Cruising in a Land Yacht

So, a couple nights ago I had a dream, I don't always remember my dreams, but sometimes I have some doozies that stick with me after I wake up.  For some reason I dreamed of the Chevy Caprice my mom had when I was little.  I dreamed that I saw one somewhere and tried to take a picture with my phone. Now, no matter how hard I tried and no matter what I did, every picture I took turned out fuzzy.  I drove all over the place following this car everywhere trying to get another picture.  Now that I think about it, seems I remember I had the same dream about Nathan Fillion a while back.  I saw him out in public and he agreed to take a selfie with me and no matter how hard I tried, the picture wouldn't come out.  I followed him around repeatedly asking him to take more pictures.  He was kind and gracious every time (he really is ruggedly handsome). I was mortified.  Okay, I'm officially noticing a trend.  I was trying to decide if the car dream had some deep and existential meaning or if it was just, you know, a weird dream.  Now I'm sure that there is some sort of psychosis at work. Apparently I have a not so subtle fear that I totally suck at taking pictures?  Hmmmm......

Don't know what a Chevy Caprice looks like?  By my guess it was somewhere between a 67 and 70 model.  I was born in 70 and I remember mom driving it for years.  I don't have any real pictures of it.  My mom didn't believe in pictures.  I'm not sure if she didn't like the way she looked or if it was the fact that she was so tall and ended up getting her head cut off in most of them.  So, I don't have a lot of pictures of my childhood.  So I found a picture online of the car in question.  The color is right, but the finish on ours was more dull.  Although, the picture really doesn't do it justice to show how big this car was.  Of course, it could be I was a smaller person at the time.  I remember being able to lay down in the back seat and completely stretch out.  You had to pull down the license plate to get to the gas cap and the trunk could have fit more dead bodies than I am comfortable admitting.  I have no memory of when we got rid of it.  I just remember when my mom had her newer car after this one. This one was blue beacon of my childhood and will always hold a special place in my heart.

I love cars, I pride myself on being able to identify most cars by the body style.  Maybe the Blue Bomber was the one that started it all.  Who knows. If I had the funds for the upkeep, I'd own a classic car of some sort.  Technology is nice but these cars totally still rock.  What can I say, I'm an old soul.

So, completely random post but then, I've warned you guys about these.

Monday, January 4, 2016

Holidays Schmolidays

Another Christmas and New Year have come and gone in the blink of an eye.  Well, at least I can be grateful it went by fast and was relatively painless.  You see, Christmas is one of my least favorite times of the year.  (Right after Single's Awareness Day, otherwise known as Valentine's Day)  I know what you are thinking, who hates Christmas?  Well, let's see, there's Scrooge, the Grinch and me! Christmas as a kid is about wonder and magic and presents and as an adult its more about stress and financial ruin.  This year I did not buy a single Christmas present until the weekend before and by then I was in an all out panic to get it all done in time.  Partly because I didn't have funds until then and mostly because I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that it was time for Christmas again.

See, I'll be 100% honest here, the holidays suck worse when your single.  Don't get me wrong, I have plenty of family and friends, but it's not the same.  About 90% of the time, I enjoy my single status, I actually revel in it.  Especially when most of the non-single types are always sharing their relationship woes with me.  I'm all, ha, ha - No one complains to me this or that isn't done.  Well, except my teenage daughter but I can ignore her and it's not a big deal.  That other 10% of the time? Well, I just muddle through the feelings of being lesser because I'm alone.  They don't last long and I know I'm single by choice mostly but it's just harder to keep that in mind during the holidays when every commercial on TV is some happy couple doing something or other.  The Zale's commercials alone make me stabby.  My family came to visit me and it was wonderful having them. I'll admit by the time I bundled them off home I was completely ready for some alone time.

So, back on topic, I much prefer Halloween. It's all about fun and dressing up and for one night you can pretend you are someone else, anyone else.  Heck, you can pretend you're anyTHING else for that matter.  The only thing holding you back is your imagination..  It won't financially ruin you, unless you live in a neighborhood like mine where you have to start buying candy in early September to start storing up. I go through about $100 of candy every year, but it's worth it to see all the kids in their costumes roaming up and down the streets and having the time of their lives.  It's so much fun!!  I look forward to it every year.

The only thing I hate is that every year Halloween stuff starts appearing in stores around the end of August.  I know what you are thinking, why would that make me mad if Halloween is my favorite holiday?  Because, at the end of August, I'm buying back to school supplies and don't have funds for Halloween yet.  By the time, I'm ready to buy Halloween stuff, it's been relegated to one to two shelves in the store to make way for Christmas crap, this happens around the end of September. By the time Halloween rolls around it looks like Santa's Wonderland in every store you go in.  I swear if the stores could get away with putting out Christmas decorations after Fourth of July, they would. Wonder why it is the year seems to go by so fast?  I blame retailers.  One holiday at a time folks and let's keep the decoration selling to the appropriate month!  Christmas is barely over with before you start seeing Valentines Day crap on the shelves.  I am NEVER mentally prepared for all that pink.  I hate a day that tells says you HAVE to be romantic.  That's kind of kills the romance for me.  You shouldn't plan romance.

Anyway, back to the point, if I had one, I'm grateful the Holidays are behind us. Trying to look at this new year as a fresh start with all kinds of exciting possibilities.  I am kind of against resolutions, but I do need to make some goal lists and post them where I can see them.  One of my goals is to WRITE MORE.  So you can expect to hear more from me this year.  Hopefully, that's a good thing.