You ever have those days when there is something that just needs to be said, but as luck may have it you must keep your mouth closed on the matter? I seem to have this at some point in my day, every day.
Usually this is something that needs to be done when you disagree with someone, other times it is because whatever you think you should say may not need to be said at that time. Now I am a very sarcastic person and have what I like to call 'a sharp tongue.' Anyone could say one thing and my tongue lashes out the comback right on cue. I will admit that this may not be needed every time, funny or not, but it is something that needs to be learned on how to control. The tongue needs to be used properly (get your mind out of the gutter) and trained as if it were a pet. I may not have it harnessed completely, but I am working on it.
Today it had to do with something that I did not completely agree with. My head started to feel hot, my pits decided to sweat, and I pierced my lips together so I did not say anything. I may not have completely agreed or disagreed with what was being said, but I felt like I was being attacked. I really don't like to be considered 'the dumb one.' If I allowed myself, I get really nasty and attack on my own. The sad part about is, that I don't play nice in an attack. I PLAY DIRTY.
So, sometimes for the sake of maybe a relationship, of how you feel about someone, of maturity or responsibility, etc, I must say it is better to hold thy tongue. Who knows some day it might actually get cut off if you don't contain it.
Monday, March 28, 2011
Friday, March 25, 2011
Appreciate: to value or admire highly
I would just like to say that I bet quite a few people have never heard the word 'appreciate' and if they have they don't understand what it means.
I have this relationship with this person who I do not feel has ever TRULY been appreciated. You may be asking why I would think this. Well, when you thank a person for something they did and they act as if the phrase is a different language, well my friends that is when you know.
Since then I have worked really hard to make sure people know that I notice things like hold a door open, get me a pop when I myself didn't even know I was thirsty, or do something out of the ordinary. I have been taught, and believe, that two of the most powerful words you can ever utter to someone is 'thank you.' Why? Think about it. Someone is having a bad day, they do something for you maybe not even thinking their actions through and you say 'thank you.' I bet they didn't expect it and if they did expect that you should say it they did not expect that you WOULD say it. You can kill off a lot of bad moods with those two words. ( believe me I know).
I also like to be appreciated especially when I put a lot of work into what I did. At work, my co-worker and I scrubbed the cr*p out of a floor because it was filthy. Last time we did that the lady who inspects it said it wasn't good enough. My first thought was, 'What do you want me to do? Lick it off?' Those people who just keep taking and taking really need to find something else to do or maybe even a hobby, but come on, someone just spent very valuable time and effort for you to see that there was mud in the deep crevices of your floor.
Just remember to thank someone today because sometime when you really need that person they won't be there to help you. It's just two words, I don't think it is that hard, is it?
I have this relationship with this person who I do not feel has ever TRULY been appreciated. You may be asking why I would think this. Well, when you thank a person for something they did and they act as if the phrase is a different language, well my friends that is when you know.
Since then I have worked really hard to make sure people know that I notice things like hold a door open, get me a pop when I myself didn't even know I was thirsty, or do something out of the ordinary. I have been taught, and believe, that two of the most powerful words you can ever utter to someone is 'thank you.' Why? Think about it. Someone is having a bad day, they do something for you maybe not even thinking their actions through and you say 'thank you.' I bet they didn't expect it and if they did expect that you should say it they did not expect that you WOULD say it. You can kill off a lot of bad moods with those two words. ( believe me I know).
I also like to be appreciated especially when I put a lot of work into what I did. At work, my co-worker and I scrubbed the cr*p out of a floor because it was filthy. Last time we did that the lady who inspects it said it wasn't good enough. My first thought was, 'What do you want me to do? Lick it off?' Those people who just keep taking and taking really need to find something else to do or maybe even a hobby, but come on, someone just spent very valuable time and effort for you to see that there was mud in the deep crevices of your floor.
Just remember to thank someone today because sometime when you really need that person they won't be there to help you. It's just two words, I don't think it is that hard, is it?
'Dare to Dream' and in Chinese that's ........yeah
I once read this book by a specific author. Somehow I loved the book so much that I wanted to be a writer and inspire someone with the feeling that this author gave me. Unfortunately, just recently this author has been selling his books off the charts, doing interviews, and more associated with his writing.
I am sorry to say that I am actually disappointed in everything that has gone on with his fame. His interviews do not sound like the modest author who wanted to inspire someone, but that of an author who even though knows what he is doing is a bit full of himself.
It is sad to say that I am very disappointed. I fell in love with this author's books and to find out that he is not the type you necessarily want to look up to is like a kid finding out there is no Santa Claus. You wonder if he has forgotten you or even appreciates you because it is common knowledge that without you there is no him.
Part of me almost wants to quit writing, but then there is another part of me that says, 'because of you I can do better.' You have to remember the underdog. You have to remember the small people. You have to understand that without the base a pyramid does not stand a chance.
I am sorry to say that I am actually disappointed in everything that has gone on with his fame. His interviews do not sound like the modest author who wanted to inspire someone, but that of an author who even though knows what he is doing is a bit full of himself.
It is sad to say that I am very disappointed. I fell in love with this author's books and to find out that he is not the type you necessarily want to look up to is like a kid finding out there is no Santa Claus. You wonder if he has forgotten you or even appreciates you because it is common knowledge that without you there is no him.
Part of me almost wants to quit writing, but then there is another part of me that says, 'because of you I can do better.' You have to remember the underdog. You have to remember the small people. You have to understand that without the base a pyramid does not stand a chance.
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Bathroom talk
I bet you looked at this title and thought, "Ew! Why are we going to talk about this and what are you specifically going to talk about concerning the bathroom?" Well here is the deal, how you handle yourself can say a lot about your personality. It can tell a person whether your good with money, if your responsible, and potentially how you handle your relationships.
Last night I went into my part time job which just so happens to include cleaning bathrooms. Nothing ticks me off more than seeing tampons and sanitary napkins not in the disposal that is provided. Picture this, a high prestigious student loan center and the ladies cannot simply put something so small and simple into a paper baggy that is located next to them as they are doing their business. The trash is less than two inches from your arm and you cannot just slip your waste in there? You could actually slip it in there by accident it is so close to you.
So, I clean the bathrooms using gloves to take care of the trash when I come across a filthy napkin. I wonder if people actually think about diseases and sanitation when they through these things away. Do you know what is in your body that may be harmful to someone else? Do you know what could develop if not handled properly? It makes me mad that someone could be so careless and thoughtless to the rest of the word because they have such a foul habit. I don't know if any of you out there have heard of at least wrapping your personal waste because A) no one needs to see what came out of you B) nobody needs your bodily fluids all over the bathroom or potentionally on them period. It is a public restroom, please be considerate.
So, we have established that at this very clean looking loan center where everyone dresses up in business type suits and clothing that there are those who are fake at work, but are actually dirty. Think about what this may say about how they work. Is this person the type who gets their work done on time or are they a slacker in this area of their life as well? If you can't do something simple how can you do something complicated? Now what about their relationships? This place is a bit of a call center, so do they handle their clients with the same disregard that they give their co-workers?
I know this may seem like a weird entry and some of you may wonder why put it out there. I'll tell you why, it is something to think about. How do you want to be portrayed? Do YOUR actions and personality get portrayed as you want them to in everything you do? Or....are you JUST trash?
Last night I went into my part time job which just so happens to include cleaning bathrooms. Nothing ticks me off more than seeing tampons and sanitary napkins not in the disposal that is provided. Picture this, a high prestigious student loan center and the ladies cannot simply put something so small and simple into a paper baggy that is located next to them as they are doing their business. The trash is less than two inches from your arm and you cannot just slip your waste in there? You could actually slip it in there by accident it is so close to you.
So, I clean the bathrooms using gloves to take care of the trash when I come across a filthy napkin. I wonder if people actually think about diseases and sanitation when they through these things away. Do you know what is in your body that may be harmful to someone else? Do you know what could develop if not handled properly? It makes me mad that someone could be so careless and thoughtless to the rest of the word because they have such a foul habit. I don't know if any of you out there have heard of at least wrapping your personal waste because A) no one needs to see what came out of you B) nobody needs your bodily fluids all over the bathroom or potentionally on them period. It is a public restroom, please be considerate.
So, we have established that at this very clean looking loan center where everyone dresses up in business type suits and clothing that there are those who are fake at work, but are actually dirty. Think about what this may say about how they work. Is this person the type who gets their work done on time or are they a slacker in this area of their life as well? If you can't do something simple how can you do something complicated? Now what about their relationships? This place is a bit of a call center, so do they handle their clients with the same disregard that they give their co-workers?
I know this may seem like a weird entry and some of you may wonder why put it out there. I'll tell you why, it is something to think about. How do you want to be portrayed? Do YOUR actions and personality get portrayed as you want them to in everything you do? Or....are you JUST trash?
Monday, March 21, 2011
Passion for..."The Book" part 2
My favorite author is Nicholas Sparks, but lately from the articles I have read I am a bit disappointed because I don't know if it is the author being a bit cocky or if it is the author of the article that can't write correctly so Nicholas gets portrayed as cocky.
He does know what he is talking about, but there is a difference between modest and good at your craft compared to gloating and rubbing it in every one's face. Funny thing is, I had started a book about Domestic Violence because it was a personal story I wanted to tell. Sad to say that when I was almost to my half way point "Safe Haven" came out. So much for an original story! I cried and even call my Mom (who has good advice) to tell her I quit. I recently received a tweet from Nicholas saying that "Writing well is always hard because original ideas are rare." My question to him, in which he has not responded, was "Correct me if I am wrong, but isn't every idea not an original idea, only that person's original story?" It was something my Mom told me to keep me writing.
If you really think about it there is nothing original in this world anymore: thoughts, plans, stories, etc. The only thing that is different is the fact that we are different people so how the story is told and some details can be original. We are all different, right?
He does know what he is talking about, but there is a difference between modest and good at your craft compared to gloating and rubbing it in every one's face. Funny thing is, I had started a book about Domestic Violence because it was a personal story I wanted to tell. Sad to say that when I was almost to my half way point "Safe Haven" came out. So much for an original story! I cried and even call my Mom (who has good advice) to tell her I quit. I recently received a tweet from Nicholas saying that "Writing well is always hard because original ideas are rare." My question to him, in which he has not responded, was "Correct me if I am wrong, but isn't every idea not an original idea, only that person's original story?" It was something my Mom told me to keep me writing.
If you really think about it there is nothing original in this world anymore: thoughts, plans, stories, etc. The only thing that is different is the fact that we are different people so how the story is told and some details can be original. We are all different, right?
Passion for ...'The Book'
I remember in high school an old friend once told me that when we were friends in our elementary years she remembered that I could not keep my nose out of a book. At that time I did not think she knew what she was talking about because I did not read much during that time and my passions were with other things life had to offer.
I graduated from high school and went to college wanting to perform music. Unfortunately, if destiny may have it, a professor who did not know how to relate to students yet had a Masters Degree in music, sent me crying to my dorm because I was worthless at music. When I thought of music I thought that I could reach the stars and inspire someone. I used to be able to play the piano by ear, that is until Mr. Masters Degree showed up.
Afterwards I just accepted that this was not the way for me to go. I went home and by my Mom's advice tried hair. To this day I still have my Cosmetology License, but I don't want to do hair because there is too much drama behind the chair. Not only do I not get paid the same as a therapist to listen to the customers issues, but then there is the gossip from the women that dominate this industry. In time you don't care about what the other girls did and need to escape the verbal vomit before you are sucked in too deep. (Yes, ladies you all know this is true so don't deny it.)
Since then my life has moved forward and here I am back to the books, but taking it a bit further as to write. If you can't tell the publishing industry is taking a hit due to new electronic devices that can upload your specific book request within minutes. I wonder if these same people understand the appreciation from which these devices evolved, the actual book. I love going to the library (no matter how sad the collection) and sifting through the books. The smell and the feeling that in these 100 or so pages can take you anywhere your heart desires and for FREE. I've been to North Carolina a few times, tweeted with an author in New York, time traveled to the 18th century, etc. I obviously don't like to just sit and do nothing :)
It's all in the experience, the learning, and the knowing that somewhere somehow you have more in the palm of your hands than any gas tank can take you. Kinda makes you feel like God a little bit by holding so much in your hands, huh?
I graduated from high school and went to college wanting to perform music. Unfortunately, if destiny may have it, a professor who did not know how to relate to students yet had a Masters Degree in music, sent me crying to my dorm because I was worthless at music. When I thought of music I thought that I could reach the stars and inspire someone. I used to be able to play the piano by ear, that is until Mr. Masters Degree showed up.
Afterwards I just accepted that this was not the way for me to go. I went home and by my Mom's advice tried hair. To this day I still have my Cosmetology License, but I don't want to do hair because there is too much drama behind the chair. Not only do I not get paid the same as a therapist to listen to the customers issues, but then there is the gossip from the women that dominate this industry. In time you don't care about what the other girls did and need to escape the verbal vomit before you are sucked in too deep. (Yes, ladies you all know this is true so don't deny it.)
Since then my life has moved forward and here I am back to the books, but taking it a bit further as to write. If you can't tell the publishing industry is taking a hit due to new electronic devices that can upload your specific book request within minutes. I wonder if these same people understand the appreciation from which these devices evolved, the actual book. I love going to the library (no matter how sad the collection) and sifting through the books. The smell and the feeling that in these 100 or so pages can take you anywhere your heart desires and for FREE. I've been to North Carolina a few times, tweeted with an author in New York, time traveled to the 18th century, etc. I obviously don't like to just sit and do nothing :)
It's all in the experience, the learning, and the knowing that somewhere somehow you have more in the palm of your hands than any gas tank can take you. Kinda makes you feel like God a little bit by holding so much in your hands, huh?
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Lots on the mind today
I wanted to find something to write about that if you read it you would think I had some really high IQ or something. And if you just read that sentence you would be thinking, 'umm....yeah?' I tried reading some others people's blogs, but most are about families or haven't been touched for months. I have to laugh and wonder 'Hey, where did you go? I was just getting to know you and you left me.' It's almost as if I had a bad date or something.
So tomorrow I have a date. I am looking forward to it because I like the guy even though we are totally opposite. I am music, he is sports. I like Disney movies, he likes old westerns (yes, all the way back to John Wayne and his damsel In distress--I used to pronounce it Damsel in Dis Dress, it sounded funny).
To me it is interesting how different woman and men are. I live in the central part of the U.S. and it seems men don't care too much about their looks compared to if they were on the coastlines. I live in farm country where the only thing to really impress in maybe a cow or a field of something or other.
Anyway, not that long ago I got my hair cut because it felt awful and looked awful to me. Now I have my license in cosmetology and know that most guys here cut their hair for comfort: longer hair in the winter to keep warm and shorter in the summer to keep cool. Soon after I also colored my hair. My normal color is a dirty mousey looking blonde and I like more of a reddish color. It makes me feel more: more vivacious, more independent, sexier, and stronger. I have recently started putting on makeup a bit more often for the same exact reason. I got asked why I was wasting so much time changing who I was, when actually I wasn't changing at all. I explained to this person that sometimes I would like to feel better about myself, I want to have the feeling that I am that 'more' factor that I crave to be (sounds like a chocolate craving), but the fact is that I wasn't doing this to impress someone other than me.
I see teenagers today trying to be what they are not. I understand they are trying to find themselves because I have been there, but sometimes it is interesting to see to what lengths they will go to find what they need. I have, however, been seeing more girls trying to be something they are not to impress a guy. Let me just say that if I knew back then what I know now, I think my life would be a bit different. Maybe I would be a bit stronger instead of skeptic about if I am ever 'good enough' in what I do or who I am. I was so used to being the fat girl and I think this label may have taken over me sometimes.
I'm not really obsessed about stuff like that, but I still like to be MY best. If that means a little hair color and makeup, then so be it.
So tomorrow I have a date. I am looking forward to it because I like the guy even though we are totally opposite. I am music, he is sports. I like Disney movies, he likes old westerns (yes, all the way back to John Wayne and his damsel In distress--I used to pronounce it Damsel in Dis Dress, it sounded funny).
To me it is interesting how different woman and men are. I live in the central part of the U.S. and it seems men don't care too much about their looks compared to if they were on the coastlines. I live in farm country where the only thing to really impress in maybe a cow or a field of something or other.
Anyway, not that long ago I got my hair cut because it felt awful and looked awful to me. Now I have my license in cosmetology and know that most guys here cut their hair for comfort: longer hair in the winter to keep warm and shorter in the summer to keep cool. Soon after I also colored my hair. My normal color is a dirty mousey looking blonde and I like more of a reddish color. It makes me feel more: more vivacious, more independent, sexier, and stronger. I have recently started putting on makeup a bit more often for the same exact reason. I got asked why I was wasting so much time changing who I was, when actually I wasn't changing at all. I explained to this person that sometimes I would like to feel better about myself, I want to have the feeling that I am that 'more' factor that I crave to be (sounds like a chocolate craving), but the fact is that I wasn't doing this to impress someone other than me.
I see teenagers today trying to be what they are not. I understand they are trying to find themselves because I have been there, but sometimes it is interesting to see to what lengths they will go to find what they need. I have, however, been seeing more girls trying to be something they are not to impress a guy. Let me just say that if I knew back then what I know now, I think my life would be a bit different. Maybe I would be a bit stronger instead of skeptic about if I am ever 'good enough' in what I do or who I am. I was so used to being the fat girl and I think this label may have taken over me sometimes.
I'm not really obsessed about stuff like that, but I still like to be MY best. If that means a little hair color and makeup, then so be it.
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