Today in church my pastor referenced an M&M’s commercial in which the M&M was singing, “I would do anything for love.” After service a group of us started talking about the commercial and some of our favorites. This got me to thinking about my favorites of all time. So, here is my list. Enjoy!
Over the weekend it appears that a good number of my pet peeves surfaced. Most of them on Saturday as that’s when I ran most of my errands. Usually these things happen gradually over the course of the week making it easier for me handle and digest, but for some reason it all culminated into two days.
I really need this warning.
Tardiness – I am perpetually on time. I hate being late and if I’m running even 5 minutes late I call and let someone know. I value my time and others as well and I find it rather difficult and irritating when people don’t value other people’s time
Rudeness — Not really going to go into this one because there are so many things that fall into this category
People that don’t say “Excuse Me” – I was in Whole Foods on Saturday and was leaning over to pick up some yogurt and this woman reaches in front and clear across me to get some Activia. She doesn’t say excuse me or pardon me. Nothin. So, I in all my irritated state say, “Excuse me, sorry am I in your way?” And she looks at me, turns red as a beet and only then says, “Excuse me.” WTF.
This is the first day back to some semblance of normalcy for me since my emergency surgery that was supposed to keep me out of work and off my feet for about a week (a week and a half tops), but as we know nothing in life is guaranteed.
I felt great and was ready to get back to the A to Z Challenge, school work, and even work, which was my plan; but unfortunately my body had other plans for me. A few days after I was discharged complications set in and back to the doctor and hospital I went. A fever, 101, low enough; but never looks good after you’ve had any type of medical procedure and a bit or rather a lot of vomiting and some other stuff I dare not mention here.
By the time I got to the doctors office my fever had climbed to 102.4 and the decision was made shortly there after for me to head to the hospital for some tests. Go straight to the hospital do not pass go Continue reading →
Over the past couple of weeks, I have been creatively stumped. I believe I have come to a bit of self discovery about why and having figured out at least a portion of it I hope to resolve it soon and move on.
I mentioned in an earlier post that I work with four of the unhappiest women over 50, I have ever worked with in my life. I don’t talk about work outside of work and I don’t blog about it either and truth be told I don’t plan on starting now. This will be the one and only post about work (unless of course I get a promotion).
I have internalized issues I don’t normally internalize nor usually care about. Continue reading →
I woke up around 4:30 this morning with an insatiable need to go to the bathroom and while I peed he McDonald’s fishy fishy sing made an unwelcome debut in my head. I was slightly offended by this invasion, sinceI don’t eat McDonald’s. I couldn’t help but laugh that this campy song would invade my head at such an incredibly inappropriate time then my brain was flooded with quotes from one of my favorite movies of all time, the princess bride. “You are the brute squad” ” My name is Inigo Montoya
The Morgue — It’s just something very eerie about a morgue that just doesn’t sit right with me. Yes part of it is that it’s inundated with dead people in a giant refrigerator and in drawers
A Cemetery — Cemeteries are very beautiful places and look extremely peaceful, but I have to tell you Michael Jackson’s Thriller video ruined it for me
A Funeral Home — It’s not that this place just reminds me of taxidermist for people. That alone would probably be alright, but it’s the workers that give me the heebie jeebies. They speak in such a solemn and monotone voice and have these weird and awkward smiles on their faces. I can’t help but think their fitting me for a casket
Jail — I have absolutely no desire to be Big Bertha’s cell mate and I have a really hard time with authority. I’m the boss of me and having someone else be the boss of me would not go over very well. Also that I’m in a little cell with a little window and not to mention surrounded by women all day. That in of itself would drive me to drink, if I could have alcohol.
Antarctica — Why would I want to go there. It’s an ice abyss and it’s just to damn cold
The Sahara Desert or Death Valley — To frackin hot during the day and to frackin cold at night. I’m a cool 65°–75° kinda gal with no humidity