Some Days I Just Can't Help Myself

There are some days that I just can't help myself...
My niece posted one of those deep thought posty things on FB not too long ago so I thought I would share: Heather posted that every person we meet leaves a piece of themselves with us - to teach us or to guide us, even if we don't realize it right away.....
MY Comment: "like when you get up from the toilet seat in a public restroom and realize it was wet the whole time ....just a little something from the person we met on the way into the stall, obviously you didn't realize it until you stood up, but quite possibly something you will take with you for always or perhaps at least until you get a 'scription for penicillin…."


Also recently I was at a local Superstore supermarket, a little late in the evening not a lot of folks around..

Over in the meat department I was checking out the Beef options, when a young couple comes strolling up. You can tell they are newly in a relationship because they all flirty and stuff and still like each other, they must have just moved in together. They were a cute little tattooed couple with ginormous matching ear plugs and stuff, maybe they met at a piercing convention. Aaaahhh young love....could've been the first time they were shopping together, that will change soon enough. After awhile you'd like to leave your spouse in the meat department.
So the chica is a little giggly and flirty saying, "What sort of meat do you want, I don't know what kinds of meat men like...." eyelash batting and big grin.

The Heavens parted and a beam of light came down ,

Yes right there in the Wal-Marts…it was the sort of dream comedic set up that amateur and professional Smart Alecks alike wait for their entire lives.....oh the possibilities of amazing comebacks for that one....

So I lean over to Mr. Giant Lobes and stage whisper, "Go for the Beef Tongue, chicks dig good tongue.."

They bust out in laughter, I turn around to walk away and bump right into Ron.

The delivery and comeback was beautiful, but even more priceless was the look on my husband’s face, horror stricken he wanted to climb up into the meat counter, yesssss

....double bang for one joke.

 a little something from me to you on a Thursday afternoon, or as I like to call it Friday Eve or Pre Pay Day

....Blogity Blog, Crapity Crap: the random musings, observations, obsessions and outright rants of a 40 something, thrice married, Mother of 4 with a low income but high expectations. I have no stinking time to write a blog but its cheaper than psychotherapy or shoe shopping....

Irony

Life is hard
I’m trying hard to make ends meet.
You know what that means no name brand food
No new clothes
Its been a stretch
This morning I fished all the change out of the couch cushions pumping $5.26 of the cheapest gas I could find into the reason I am so poor in the first place.
You know this guy shuffles out from behind the gas station and goes
“Yo, yo, yo, yo you got $5 bucks so I can get something to eat?”
And his crusty hand is out reaching for the cash a soft mark like me is surely going to give him.
And I am like, “Dude I am really sorry but I am totally flat broke.”
I don’t want to make eye contact, because if you make eye contact with them, they use that against you.
They turn on that extra kicked puppy look to convey their sincerity, and to play on your sympathies even more.
Normally I don’t mind giving out a dollar or 2, but today I just don’t have it.
“that’s crap lady, just look at the car you drive, the clothes you wear, you have the money you just don’t want to give it to me do you Biiiiiittttttcccc….”
Its like GOD in that moment reached down and pressed the pause button of my life, righteous indignation back flooded in my throat as my brain kicked into overdrive. And I am just standing there shaking my head, totally unbelieving of what is going on in my world right now.
And I’m like
“What? Hey! Who are you to dictate to me…..
 I’m sorry did you bust your butt at my job today?
 I don’t think so. But you are so right baby I don’t want to give you my money even if I did have any, you see I work very hard for what little I get.
I am treading the financial waters like crazy and I am trying not to drown in my own debt.
But that’s not the point.
You didn’t ask, you demanded, so it makes me even less likely to contribute to your habit.
What is it any way? Crack?
You look like a crack addict but you are pretty grungy and smell like a manure truck so it’s a good possibility that you are just a garden variety wino.
But on the occasion that I meet one they are usually much nicer.
So no I don’t want to support your habit.
Today, tomorrow or ever. And please step downwind, your BO is making me more than a little woozy.”

Ok…ok…ok…. that’s what I wanted to say.
The guy had stomped off long ago leaving me babbling animatedly to my self like an idiot having a one way conversation with the gas pump as the numbers tick off on the screen. Growing higher and higher. “oh no, oh no, oh no!!!” oh man its now past 10 bucks and I only have $5.26……
so putting on my best kicked puppy look and batting my eye lashes I turned to the guy next to me at the pump to see if he can spare a few dollars… all the while being very careful to maintain eye contact.

***Blogity Blog, Crapity Crap: the random musings, observations, obsessions and outright rants of a 40 something, thrice married, Mother of 4 with a low income but high expectations. I have no stinking time to write a blog but its cheaper than psychotherapy or shoe shopping....

Me, Mine, Now

I replayed a super funny and quite true clip that a friend posted earlier today...and it really strikes me how much we as a society are very much tuned to the entitlement/instant gratification side of our personalities and this in turn has lead to a very insular planet.

We have just amazing technology now a days but if it’s not instant and perfect folks don’t have the patience to make it work or look to fix it themselves....instead they take to the phone or internet to complain until sufficient butt kissery and amends is made.

We have the most incredible computers, lap tops, I-pads, Media players and cell phones ever!! For those phones we have applications that will tell you where you parked your car when you leave a stadium after a game and give you step by step instructions to get there. With a Google App you can just point your phone at the night sky and it will tell you the constellation you are pointing at and other interesting factoids. The update to that App will give you directions on how to get there, seriously…but…

And it’s a big BUT….like Aunt Rose’s big butt only way bigger…

We have no way to get there….

Because our world view has turned so insular, so planet bound because of the ME, MINE, NOW mindset, interest in space exploration is dwindling down, fast becoming a mothballed, shoved to the back of the closet project…governments have shifted their focus from the stars to the main streets. I am all for feeding and getting folks healthy on our planet, I get that, I campaign for it, but if we do not look to the stars and dream then we will be landlocked on a planet that we are systematically destroying…

Me, Mine, Now has shifted the focus from the whole galaxy and the wonderful possibilities that exist out there for all of humanity to that of the W.H.I.I.F.M. mind set…Whats In It For Me….

Our technology is expanding and growing at such a dramatic rate it’s incredible, just awe inspiring really…things are booming, so why aren’t we on Mars already?

But hey we have a phone app that will allow us to video conference around the world and control almost any electronic device in a building or map a jogging route using satellites, all of this in less time than it takes a toaster to do its job. In fact the Apollo 13 capsule made its way back to Earth on less juice than it takes to burn bread into toast. But each day interest seems to wither away from space travel each time we stick a Bluetooth device in our ear…Me, Mine, Now….

Soon we will finally get past all the tricky black hole, time bendy crap to invent a time traveling machine just for idiots who call into a customer care center so they can fix a problem on somebody's statement or repair a product before it breaks...it won't be to better humanity or save lives before a calamity, it will be to satisfy some jerk's instant gratification demand on flight delay or to go back in time to flip the switch to get the free HBO for a week...

Me,

Mine,

Now….

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8r1CZTLk-Gk&feature=related
Louis C's rant that got me started on this....

Blogity Blog, Crapity Crap: the random musings, observations, obsessions and outright rants of a 40 something, thrice married, Mother of 4 with a low income but high expectations. I have no stinking time to write a blog but its cheaper than psychotherapy or shoe shopping....

Coming out of the Trek Closet...

A lot has been happening in the news of late. Media coverage of bullying, especially that of gay/lesbian teens is all over the TV and Internet. This is very sad and it angers me to no end. I am glad to say that an outpouring of sympathy and support from the gay community and other supportive caring folks is posting all over the internet, Facebook, Youtube and all sorts of TV news programs and PSA's.
I myself am not gay but I know what it’s like to be bullied because you are different.
As a young kid it started with braces on my legs, add in a learning disability and my life was hell for quite a few years.
Oddly enough when I was in Jr High and early High School, I was simultaneously taunted with "Nerd" by the Jocks and Burn Out crowd and shoved into lockers and also shunned by the Nerds and called "Burn Out"....eventually I learned to use humor to connect and managed to crawl somewhat up the social ranks and avoided ridicule by my Junior year and gained some popularity/notoriety by the time I graduated.
As an adult bullying is no longer acceptable behavior, so they change the description to things like bigotry and harassment.
I have been harassed because folks think I am gay, why else would I carry a wallet in my back pocket and have gay friends?  
I have been discriminated against on so many things from being Christian, adopted, a non-custodial Mother, as PWT, as a blonde and then as a red head, to even being picked on for being a person of mixed race.
The plain and simple truth is that some folks are just plain mean or in order to feel important, they belittle others, and if you give them a chance you will be bullied for turning oxygen into carbon dioxide...

In the spirit of folks donating their FB posts/status to the awareness of different causes, today I donated my FB status to Trekkies of all genders, race, religion and orientation that have come out or will come out of the Star Trek closet. It’s not easy my little closeted Trekker compadres, but it will get better.

Watching Star Trek as a kid provided escapism and helped me deal with daily bullying, it gave me hope for a future where things would be different, but made me a target for ridicule ever since.

For decades Trekkies have been bullied. And people wonder why I.T. techs are so condescending and bitter.

One time after a ST event, when I wore a Next Generation Uniform while on a Mountain Dew run at a grocery store, an idiot in a football jersey and a big Blue “M” painted on his face, repeatedly pushed my ST badge saying “Beam Me Up Scotty” and made alien sex jokes while his Neanderthal buddies giggled in unison holding their cases of beer.

Trekkies as a group have been sneered upon by media and victims of condescending jerks everywhere. We’ve been shoved in school lockers and mocked on TV, even by our own ST heroes....

It’s funny how one group of people who believe in a vision of the future where there is no bigotry or greed, where people of all races, genders and orientation work together for the greater good are constantly mocked and belittled. Granted some Trekkers or Trekkies take it to the extreme with their pointed ears, uniforms and Klingonese.

With a recent retooling for a Blockbuster ST movie by JJ Abrams and a popular TV show about nerds in prime time, Trekkies are going mainstream ya’ll!

I came out of my Star Trek Closet 19 years ago and haven't looked back, I was a Trekkie before it was cool.

Sure WE are the nerds that hoard toys, figurines and other items from a plethora of available Star Trek Merchandise, say goofy things and wear odd clothing.

BUT:

WE also do blood drives and collect clothes for charity.

WE volunteer at homeless shelters and stock the shelves at food banks

WE support the humane society and Amnesty International as well as other humanitarian foundations and charities around the world

WE fix your lap tops and are on hand to set up emergency communications in areas that are war torn and devastated by natural disasters.

WE design your computers, cell phones, and medical equipment.

WE are the Engineers that make your cars safe.

WE are the smarty pants people that created flat screen TVs, HD, THX, IMAX and Video Games.

WE are the Doctors and Nurses that treat you in your local emergency rooms.

WE are the Astronauts who pilot the space shuttle.

WE are the Authors who write books that appear on best seller lists.

WE are brilliant Physicists.

WE are award winning Actors, Producers and Directors that make movies that gross billions.

WE are the Humanitarians who spend millions if not billions on relief to Africa.

WE are a President that sits in the White House as I type this.

WE are a man who once said “I have a dream!”

That’s right I am a Trekkie and I am proud!

Blogity Blog, Crapity Crap: the random musings, observations, obsessions and outright rants of a 40 something, thrice married, Mother of 4 with a low income but high expectations. I have no stinking time to write a blog but its cheaper than psychotherapy or shoe shopping....

How about that??

One of my favorite people; Anne Taintor--chick genius and all around snarky broad --typed my name and responded to my posting on her blog (she's a professional)
And got a response from somebody else as well, it seems at least one other person on the planet thinks I am funny---who knew??

I put Anne's site link in this post so visit and buy some stuff!http://annetaintor.com/ati/2010/09/01/august-caption-contest-winners/#more-1139



Blogity Blog, Crapity Crap: the random musings, observations, obsessions and outright rants of a 40 something, thrice married, Mother of 4 with a low income but high expectations. I have no stinking time to write a blog but its cheaper than psychotherapy or shoe shopping....