
Honesty
Inappropriate Timing
I’ve been working on different things I wanted to discuss, but in light of what’s happening all over the world at the moment, I’m shelving several pieces until tempers and emotions scale back a bit. I am not insensitive and can see where people could/would get upset at an inappropriately timed post. I had NO idea these things would happen as I was preparing and writing, obviously. I simply wrote from my perspective. Life is, at best, unpredictable.
I pray that better days, better moments, are waiting for all of us.
For those of you who’ve checked in on me via e-mail or other forms of social media these last few days: THANK YOU. I’m never entirely sure if people truly care or if they’re just being nosey, but I know that at least a few of you truly DO care about me and I appreciate it.
I know that a lot of you run in the same circles as people who dislike me. Yes, there are people who dislike my cheer, charm, and blatant honesty. It’s astounding, isn’t it? 😉 I don’t blow smoke up their ass and tell them what they want to hear, therefore I am not a part of their cliques. I weep openly about it…never. If any of you are attempting to play both sides, know that I am aware that some people get pulled into the middle of things for no reason whatsoever. If someone says something to you and you have no idea why they’re coming to you with it, please be kind enough to say something to me before I find out. I don’t usually kill messengers, unless the delivery is really bad.
Thank all that is Holy that tomorrow is Friday. I’ve got studying to do (Yay!), editing to focus on, but mostly, I just want to get as much sleep as humanly possible and clean up my DVR queue in preparation for Fall premieres. It’s unbelievable how little there is to watch. That should free up lots of time for writing and new things on the horizon.
copyright © 2015 by Lisa Marino & Blackbird Serenity LLC. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
This Shouldn’t Have Happened
Saturday evening was…eventful. And by ‘eventful’, I will say it involved my neighbor’s new dog (who she cannot control, keep on its leash, etc.), a neighbor down the street’s daughter, and the cops. In front of my house. I thought it was going to result in World War III based solely on the level of hostility and yelling that occurred before the police arrived.
The dog, heretofore to be referred to by her name, has been getting loose. I can’t say that I blame her. That woman can’t take care of herself, leave alone a dog!
Friday evening she got loose and was running through my yard trying to kill small animals. It took my idiot neighbor and her husband over 20 minutes as she sped through my yard, the yard next door to mine on the other side, and then proceeded across the street into two additional yards before they were finally able to get her back on her leash. Interestingly enough, no one called Animal Control. (I’m being facetious.)
Saturday night was an entirely different story. Maggie got loose for the umpteenth time and tore down the street where she bit another neighbor’s daughter before they were able to catch up with her. Instead of handling the situation like adults over 50, they left the child behind with a dog bite because to them, it was “no big deal”. UN-FUCKING-BELIEVABLE.
The father got in his truck and sped down the street, parking across the street from my house. Maggie was now on her leash being “walked” as if she’s well-behaved when the father got out and screamed at my utterly insane next door neighbor “Is that YOUR dog?!” Arguing ensued over his child’s welfare and she had the nerve to tell him it was “Just a scratch and NO BIG DEAL.” Additional words were said, she was blowing the entire situation off, and he flipped out and said “I’m calling the cops.” and proceeded to wait with a few of his younger children. That’s when other people started gathering. Welcome to the nosey neighbor society.
The father was furious, as undoubtedly any of us would be. When the police arrived (apparently the township is low-budget, they sent one officer, not two.), she immediately turns on her lying voice. I know it because I’ve lived here since before she moved in and I’ve heard her use it many times. She is one of the fakest people I have ever met. I knew she was lying before she even opened her mouth, but the priceless part was her waddling across the street to the police officer with her cell phone recording everything. Really? What is she going to use that for? YouTube? Was she expecting to be arrested? It was ludicrous, but I cannot do it justice because I was dying from the stupidity of it all.
The father had a very valid point; he wanted to make sure that Maggie was fully vaccinated and that his daughter did not need a rabies shot at the Emergency Room. He asked to see her papers (I can say that even my cats have these little rabies disks with their paperwork that prove they’ve been vaccinated) and she had NOTHING to produce, except a phone number for where Maggie had apparently been “fully vetted” (her words, not mine). Instead of the officer writing her a ticket, which I KNOW they LOVE to do, or fining her, which SHOULD have been done on the fucking spot, he simply says he will follow-up with the shelter and leaves. He didn’t even look at the bite wound or the dog, which I find utterly mind-blowing.
This was a child and I cannot abide by an animal tearing down the street and biting anyone. It’s unacceptable. Her father wouldn’t have lost it if it were truly “just a scratch” or if the situation had been properly handled as in, “Let’s call 911 and get someone to check you out, sweetie.” As a precaution. That’s the right thing to do. It’s the responsible thing to do. One of our neighbors is a vet, she could have looked at the bite and determined whether or not it didn’t look right or if it would be okay with at-home first aid.
Second, this is also a dog’s life. She’ll be a great dog for someone, but not them. The dog is as innocent as the child, but it is in the custody of the wrong people. In turn, I am personally going to wait to see if she gets loose again. If she does, I am going down to the police station myself and filing a report because they are the last people in the world that should be caring for a pet. They scream at her all the time, which explains why she runs from them and bolts for the gate the second their backs are turned, and neither of them is home to give her the attention she needs. None of the other dogs in this neighborhood are barking their heads off at three a.m., but she is and I often wonder if they’re putting her outside at night. The thought hurts my heart. It’s only been the last few days or so where I’ve seen her being taken for walks, before that, she was only allowed in the backyard where she’d incessantly be yelled at “No Maggie, NO!” every other second or where she’d follow them around like a really unintelligent animal. I suspect the walks, where she physically pulls her “owner” (and I use that terms so loosely, it’s not even funny) down the street, is because neither of them want to scoop dog poop off their sainted yard. Some people TRULY shouldn’t own animals because they have no idea how much responsibility it entails.
For many years I wanted a dog, but I had a moment where I sat down and saw how much work it would be and I made the decision to let that dog go to a family that would be able to give it more than I ever could. Maybe not in love, but in the day-to-day physical stuff that I simply cannot do any more. I could never give a dog a full life by confining it to a yard, not being able to walk it or take it to the dog park, etc. It would have been selfish and I’m many things, but selfish isn’t one of them.
So yeah, that was Saturday night. Just thinking about it gives me a headache.
copyright © 2015 by Lisa Marino & Blackbird Serenity LLC. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
Tuesday Blues
Normally I love Tuesdays, but today I woke up in pain. Granted, I didn’t go to bed last night feeling as though I could run a marathon, but this pain is different. In turn, it’s making me irritable beyond words. I am so bitchy, I can’t stand the sound of my own thoughts. 😦
I worked yesterday and didn’t stab anyone . I read, I did a load of laundry, I did research, and out of the corner of my eye I watched cat and kitten eat, play, fight, and sleep like the dead. I wish I could sleep as soundly and as peacefully as they do. Alas, I have two little creatures that walk on me, screech, meow, and act like uncivilized beasts. The very same creatures that take over my bed each day after kicking me out of it. To add insult to injury, I was holding kitten yesterday morning. She got scared by nothing at all (I have no idea what her problem is any more!) and ripped my arm open. This happened twice. I am sporting a hideously raised scratch on the inside of my left forearm that took a while to stop bleeding. The other moment (which was last night) was less bloody and is near my right wrist. I moved quicker in letting her go, so that scratch didn’t bleed and isn’t deep. I’d post photos of my wounds, but trust me, you don’t want to see this shit. Thankfully she’s an indoor cat and I don’t have to worry about either scratch (mostly the big one) becoming infected.
Someone else’s cat once bit me, albeit playfully while sprawled on my lap. and she embarrassingly said “Your cats have never bitten anyone?” She was shocked when I said “No.” I’d be mortified if cat or kitten ever hurt someone. It’s okay if they interact with me and the people they know, but it’s not okay for them to bite or scratch a stranger. That’s like letting your child walk up to a stranger and bite them. It’s inappropriate and unacceptable behavior. I don’t know anyone who’d allow that. No one civilized, any way.

So, back to my insane, bitchy thoughts…
I’m self-abusing. Mentally and emotionally cutting. Nothing dulls the shit that goes through my head. I distract myself with e-mailing friends, reading, partially listening to TV when I’m in the same room with it (“Oh, it’s over? Did an hour really just pass while I played Candy Crush Saga?”), extensively researching my impending career change, and starting and pausing my Pandora playlists. I strongly suspect I’m listening to the same songs on a loop. I keep skipping tracks and/or pressing thumbs down on others. No song needs to play four times in 30 minutes unless you have it on repeat. Ooh, Maroon 5.
Five days into the Topamax and the only issue I have is that I can no longer drink anything carbonated. I’ve switched over to iced tea and plan on moving back to tea and lemonade for a while because eventually the side effect goes away at about the six month mark. I’ve had mild headaches, but no migraines. I’m ravenous in the mornings because I MUST take this medicine before 10:00 a.m. Any later and I won’t sleep at night, but I’m positively grouchy later in the day. Other people report drowsiness if they take it during the day, but I can’t take it before bed or I won’t sleep, so I take it in the morning. Admittedly, not first thing. Cat and kitten tried waking me at 4:00, 5:00, and 6:30. By 7:30 I decided I was willing to go downstairs and feed them. Only one of them deigned to eat her food (Kitten will eat anytime, anywhere, and will eat pretty much anything.). Cat went and hid. I found her sleeping in my bed later on and she’s been here ever since. It’s a good thing I went downstairs though because, in my infinite “It feels kind of warm” wisdom, I discovered that my thermostat is acting up. No one sane would EVER put their thermostat on 99 degrees. I wouldn’t even do that during the winter if it was minus 20. I set it to 64 degrees and I leave it there. Twice in two days it has A) Turned itself off completely or B) Changed the temperature on its own. Yes, this house is haunted. For the record, it wasn’t haunted when I got here. The spirits came with me.
As this day comes to a close and begins to darken ever so slightly, I hope it carries the blues away with it. Absolutely no one needs to carries such crap around inside their soul. Hopefully I will be more positive in the days to come.
Have a good night one and all. 🙂
copyright © 2015 by Lisa Marino & Blackbird Serenity LLC. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
As Real As It Gets
WARNING: Potential Triggers
I’m a ridiculously intuitive person, which has the tendency of scaring people if they aren’t used to it. I live my life paying attention to the same things most people ignore. However, it is virtually impossible to ignore your body and mind when they’re screaming at you. No matter what bad thing it is that you may be going through, it is sometimes important to take a step back, allow yourself to feel what you feel, without apologies, and regroup tomorrow.
For the majority of my life, my purpose wasn’t clear. I don’t know if I ever considered the purpose for my existence. I had so many responsibilities, and I openly admit that I took them on myself. When most people would have been taking care of themselves for their “most selfish years”, I was taking care of two sick parents. I was dealing with burying friends and loved ones, and so it took until maybe this last year for me to say “Enough!” and begin focusing on myself. I now know that it’s not selfish to be focusing on myself at this point in my life, it’s survival.
I’ve been through some awful things, a lot of which I try not to focus on. There’s a saying about not looking back or you’ll only manage to hurt your neck. In many respects, that is true. I gain nothing from reflecting on pain, but I do gain something for having survived all of it. I know that I can get through the horrible, never-ending cycle of suffering, I know I can come out the other end a far better person than I was today, but it’s not a choice one ever wants to make. It’s “kill or be killed”, so you have to regroup and “kill”, even if only metaphorically.
In times like this, a lot of people turn to religion. I am not hardcore religious, but I am spiritual. I pray several times a day for the peace and the concept that someone Higher is listening to me. That someone Higher cares. Through trial and error, I have found that most people care about themselves, and they have no room in their mind or heart for anything or anyone else. I’ll never understand it. The average person cares about five people, or less. Are we such a selfish, self-absorbed, self-centered society that we take no time at all to care about the person next to us? I often hear myself say that if a situation does not directly affect me and/or those I love/care about, then I cannot put forth the emotion to worry about it. The point though is that I actually love and care about other people. I’ve spent a long time placing others before me, and I still do it at times, but ultimately I don’t have my head up my ass. I find it easy to be emotionally present for others, and a lot less easy to be emotionally present for myself.
I’m sick of my internal dialogue because it’s so abusive. It’s something I call “self-abuse”. You’re cutting yourself apart as if you were actually cutting, but there’s no blood, the wound is entirely internal and it grows daily. You wouldn’t even feel it if someone dipped you into the Dead Sea, because you’re already a walking wound of agony.
I can point out positive things in other people, but when it comes to doing the same for myself I usually say “I’m loyal.” and when asked how I’m feeling I often say “I exist.” I will never lie and say “I’m fine.”, because then I’d be lying to myself. I’m not fine. I’ve never been less “fine”, but because I’ve been through so many “not fine”, “not okay” times, I would rather not pick at the scabs, so to speak. How much negativity does one need to focus on before they become batshit crazy and hurt someone, or themselves?
I will never lie about often feeling suicidal. Never. I will never pretend that darkness doesn’t coat aspects of my life so thickly that it’s hard to see the light. I will never say it is a topic that is “off-limits” or “taboo” because the fact of the matter is, not everyone acts on their thoughts, but those that do aren’t weak. It takes an immense amount of strength to say “I’ve had enough pain.”
Many people advocate for “assisted suicide” for terminally ill patients, but what do we advocate for when a person cannot be healed in any way, shape, or form, through no fault of their own? Do we pretend the issue doesn’t exist and go off into our own selfish bubble? Do we say “That’s not my problem?” Do we walk away? Do we ignore it?
So many people have been unable to see the signs in a loved one and have later been devastated that they chose to end their own life. Instead of thinking about how much pain THEY had to be in to go there, to reach that point, all I ever hear is “How could s/he do this to me?”, “How could they leave me behind?”, “Why didn’t s/he tell me?” Bringer of honesty: It’s NOT about you.
It amazes me how people don’t look closely at situations or loved ones. It blows my mind how people choose to see the surface, and nothing more. It behooves me how few people ever say “I’m here for you, no matter what. And I will NOT judge.” Once a person commits suicide, people can lie ’til the cows come home, but they are absolutely judging. If you’re unaffected by the deeply personal pain of others, you aren’t human.
It is important to check in with those we love. It is important, and crucial, to look deeper. There will still be times when you will not see what a person chooses not to show, but there will also be times when a hug, a hand to hold, a kind word, a moment of inspiration, a thoughtful phone call, or card will pull a person back and show them that they mean something, that their life has value and purpose.
This will be painful for some people to read because they choose to avoid brutal truth. This may be painful for suicide survivors who are still left asking themselves “Why?” As a person who thinks about it deeply, I have very few reasons for not acting on my feelings. Those reasons become less important each day.
I am touched by the people who genuinely reach out to me in love or friendship. I am touched by the people whose actions say “I’ll always be here for you, no matter what.” But those moments, and people, are few and far between.
One day I may not be able to rely solely on my self-talk to pull me back. And the excuses you might very well hear in the wake of that will be: “I work 60+ hours a week, I have no time to talk.”, “I never returned her phone call. I feel TERRIBLE.”, “I didn’t answer her text message.”, “I stopped speaking to her because she was too honest.”, “She was so young, smart, creative, and beautiful…I don’t understand. She had her whole life ahead of her.”
No one will say “She was in so much pain, she couldn’t take it anymore and I understand.” No one. And that is truly fucking sad.
copyright © 2015 by Lisa Marino & Blackbird Serenity LLC. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
Pain Levels
I’m sitting here, minding my own business, and my pain levels shot from a 4 to a solid 15 in just a few minutes. Has this happened to anyone else out of nowhere?
Not being in complete control of your own body is HELL. I cannot see past the blinding pain that starts in my neck and spreads down the body, right into my toes. It’s terrifying and nauseating. The strongest thing I have to “fight” this is two Aleve. Yeah, I know. I might as well just call in dead.
No one should have to live like this, except maybe Hitler, members of the Taliban, religious extremists, and terrorists. Give me a few hours, I can probably think of other people to add to the list.
I am off to procure Benadryl cream for the “itch that refuses to stop”. It’s only my eye… It’s not like I need it or anything. <rolls eyes>
Is a 9:00 a.m. nap completely pathetic? I am sending someone an e-mail to wake me at a reasonable hour. This shit has GOT to stop!
Pissed Off, Pained, & Frustrated,
The Moon Brings Out The Loons
“Sometimes the most powerful person in the room is filled with senseless doubt.” -Lisa M. Marino
Normally I don’t comment on the lunacy of the Full Moon, but this Blue Moon? Good Lord, it’s brought out the crazy!
There are very few people in the past two weeks who have not lost their mind and said something ridiculous beyond words to me, outright started a fight, or got uppity with me. It’s quite interesting how obsessed, self-absorbed, and repressed some people are. It’s even more interesting to me when anyone comes at me with newborn kitten claws and expects me not to have fangs. Cat and kitten are smarter than 99% of the people I know. That’s not my opinion, it’s a proven fact based on the behavioral patterns of the past two weeks.
I live by some very simple rules when it pertains to certain things.
#1- I do not apologize unless I am 100% in the wrong and truly sorry about it. I’m not going to apologize because someone misunderstood me when I was clear and concise and feels “hurt”. Take the whining somewhere else; compassion is not my strong suit. You cannot guilt me into an apology when I did nothing wrong. Victimizing yourself only irritates me.
#2- If you attack me like a child, I will sleep on it. I can be vicious and it is not beneath me to hit back hard, but some people simply aren’t worth the effort.
#3- Temper your words. It’s not always necessary to come out guns blazing. If someone brings a knife to a metaphorical gun fight though, all bets are off.
I, myself, have had a rough week. One bad day became three migraines and a horrible Fibro flare that sent me into a tailspin. And now? The remnants of Migraine #10. That is 10 full-blown migraines in five days. Chronic Migraine is classified as 15 or more headache days per month. I’ve had five days of multiple migraines, because apparently one isn’t enough.
Chronic Migraine is considered “chronic” if you experience 8 migraines in one month, but have 15 headache days that make it unbearable to function. What the hell does a person have to do to get some relief? Being told I “don’t actually have migraines” when I’ve had them since 1997 is an immense slap in the face. Perhaps one might like to explain the ice picks in my head and all the other lovely side effects of a migraine that have gotten worsen as I’ve gotten older. Clean MRI’s means it’s not my imagination, that it is indeed migraines.
I thought my very first migraine was the absolute worst. It went on for a week, it was probably the most horrific thing I had physically experienced up to that point, and that doesn’t even include the injuries I acquired in sports, so by my calculations, that means it was off-the-charts BAD.
I would never take migraine medication if I was merely experiencing the occasional headache. There is an immense difference between migraines, tension headaches, sinus headaches, and regular headaches. None of these things are “normal”, but I would never denounce someone else’s pain and dismiss it. When people tell others that “pain is weakness leaving the body” or other such anecdotes, I would like them to experience the suffering many of us experience daily for a few hours. They would come away singing a whole other tune, that much I’m sure of. No one who suffers from any form of chronic pain needs to be told there’s nothing wrong with them or that it’s “all in their head”. It’s disrespectful.
I hope everyone is having a healthy, positive, pain-free weekend. I’m simply taking things hourly. I can’t function on a grander scale at the moment.
copyright © 2015 by Lisa Marino & Blackbird Serenity LLC. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
I Probably Don’t Trust You If…
Author’s Note: This Is Not A Limited Edition List
1) You’re a woman without any real female friends.
Despite claims that “women are dramatic” or “every woman is a bitch” or “Men are so much easier to get along with.”, it just goes to show me that there is something fundamentally wrong with you.
Yes, women can be lots of negative things: Catty, bitchy, back-stabbing, fake, unpleasant, miserable, disrespectful, fat-shamers… The list goes on. Ultimately they can also be incredibly FABULOUS, LOYAL, GENUINE, LOVING, NURTURING, SUPPORTIVE, and empowering to have in your life.
I love a good man, I appreciate and respect the few that exist, but I’m not going to drop the incredible, inspirational women in my life simply because men exist. Good friends don’t grow on trees. Don’t throw away a quality friend or you might never get another one again in your entire life.
2) You’re an iPhone user…mainly because you follow trends.
Only one person is excused from this statement, and that’s because I love him (and I’ll pretend to ignore the other Mac products that cause me to roll my eyes on the daily). I will also excuse some of my friends from this statement because they’re my friends and I’d take a bullet for them. However…
The majority of iPhone users simply do not know how to put the fucking phone down. Yes, some Android users are just as bad, but I’ve done a head count over the last five years and it’s predominantly iPhone users that are unbelievably obsessed with their phones.
If you happen to be one of these people, take a good, long look at your phone habits. If the phone is constantly in your hand and you cannot live without it (i.e. It’s the first thing you reach for when you wake up in the morning.), try turning it off for a week. Throw that fucker in a drawer and lock it. Quiet, isn’t it? It’s amazing how nice life is without a phone for a week, or longer. You might actually find yourself doing something productive, like calling a person and hearing their voice instead of texting them.
Also, please stop taking calls at the nail salon, hair salon, and/or spa. No one (and by no one I mean me) wants to hear about your STD’s (Yes, this happened. The woman was sitting in a pedicure chair. I actually watched the nail tech put on a second pair of gloves, an absolute FIRST.) or any other private matter. It can wait. And please, DO NOT TEXT AND DRIVE.
3) Your stories don’t add up.
Sometimes people tell me stories, but over time, the story changes and changes and becomes nothing like the original story. Eventually, my sixth sense starts to tingle that even the original story is nothing but bullshit, and that’s providing you somehow got past it to begin with.
4) You lack the ability of keeping your word on the most basic of things.
Does this really need an explanation?
5) You have no sense of humor and do not laugh or smile at anything, ever.
If you don’t get MY sense of humor, you’d best move along before you hurt yourself. If you can’t laugh, be it at yourself, crazy situations, a cute baby, or the puppy down the street doing tricks, then you either need a good cry or a good kick in the ass. Life is difficult without laughter.
6) You make every situation solely about you.
The world does not revolve around you. Use something other than the words “Me, Myself, and I”. When someone is suffering, it ISN’T about you. It’s about helping the other person.
7) Nothing about you is real, and it shows.
Some people fake everything: Laughter, orgasms, happiness, accomplishments. The list is endless, really. I don’t care if you have breast implants, or if you’ve had a nose job, just don’t be a fake person. Yes, it’s that simple. I can accept you if you accept yourself and you’re genuine, even if you’ve been getting Botox for non-existent wrinkles since you were 20.
8) You’re bothered by the success of others.
It is NOT beneath me to tell my friends and loved ones when I am proud of them. If someone tells me about a book being published, an article being published, a radio interview, a new job, cutting out negativity from their life, etc., then I am one of the first people to say “I am SO happy for you.” or “I’m proud of you.” And I mean it, genuinely. What I say to your face is precisely what I say to others, which means you don’t ever have to question my role in your life, however little or much. Ask my friends if you don’t believe me.
9) You’re blatantly selfish.
It’s an unattractive trait. It doesn’t matter if you’re male or female, it’s ugly.
10) You’re a know-it-all.
There is nothing wrong with being intelligent and knowing your shit, but no one is right all of the time. Get over yourself.
11) You’re an epic douchebag.
Some people are assholes. I’m not talking about your average, every day asshole. I am talking about the kind that can shit out a watermelon with ease (Justified Writers, I do not appreciate the lack of royalties for using my line during the series finale. Cut me a check!). Please, DON’T be an asshole and even more, don’t be an epic douchebag. Only an idiot thinks it’s acceptable. I find it reprehensible when a woman behaves as badly as a man, or worse.
12) You’ll cut someone off just to sit at the same red light as everyone else.
Honestly, I’m amazed you haven’t been beaten to death with a tire iron. That is fucking DANGEROUS. It’s easier, not to mention safer, to change lanes and go behind a person, as opposed to behaving as though life is a NASCAR race.
13) You openly claim to “hate” an animal.
We’re not all born animal lovers. That’s okay. However, saying that you “hate dogs” is a very strong statement, especially since I’ve discovered that most people are simply afraid of the animals they claim to “hate”.
I’m not a dog person, but I don’t hate them. I do, however, find some of them noisy and invasive, and I am not walking any animal at 3:00 a.m. in single digit temperatures.
I’m a cat person, but I don’t love every single cat I meet, or I wouldn’t be able to see a thing in my home except litter boxes and fur. I’m not a fan of snakes, but unless it’s venomous or about to harm someone, I’m probably going to 1) Remove it or 2) Leave it be.
I don’t want to be stung by a bee, but I’m not going to kill one unless it poses a threat to someone who could go into shock by being stung, or my cats start jumping the walls to chase it (This only happened once and the person on the other side of the door WOULD have gone into shock if she’d known I was on a ladder killing it to protect her because she was deathly allergic.).
One of my next door neighbors loudly declared that she “hates cats” (The very same neighbor who I haven’t spoken to in over a year because of the crap she pulled with me.). Her husband told me that she’s terrified of them. Well, that explains why she’s a bitch and pets every puppy and dog that comes across her path. It also explains her behavior towards her husband. However, I’m not responsible for every outdoor cat that comes around and terrifies her. I would, however, like to walk a hungry leopard down the street, just to show her the difference between a wild animal and a domesticated cat. I would have said tiger or lion, but in all fairness, she’s prey and leopards aren’t complete savages.
14) Manners elude you, and some of you think your manners are exemplary.
How hard is it to be polite? Hold a fucking door for the person behind you, say “Good Morning”, let someone ahead of you on-line at a store, and unless I am visibly 90 years old, don’t ever call me “Ma’am”. This is not the deep South.
15) You can’t cook (This doesn’t apply to people I know really well.).
I understand if no one ever taught you. I also understand if you have absolutely no interest whatsoever, or no time to do so. BUT, let me know in advance and try to pay attention to the little things I do because you’ll learn something and be able to throw together a really nice meal if ever someone suggests you “cook for them” OR you ever decide to make something nice just for yourself.
It’s okay to cook a nice meal for yourself and enjoy it. For the record, no one has EVER complained at my table. They’ve asked for seconds, or thirds, but they’ve never complained (possibly for fear of their life).
I was not taught how to cook, but I watched my mother when I was little. She showed me all the safety measures, but always told me that if there was no “tam” (That means ‘taste’) to what I made, then I would be useless in the kitchen. Turns out, I inherited my Great-Grandmother’s cooking genes. Every time I close the kitchen for the night you will hear me say “Damn, I’m a good cook!” It’s not ego, it’s the ability to impress ones’ self.
I have made plenty of things for others that I was personally dubious about. In turn, I waited for their reaction because I refused to so much as taste the final product. The first time I made Tortilla Soup, it got rave reviews.
My best friend Stefanie thinks it’s sexy when a woman has knife skills in the kitchen. 🙂
16) You get offended that someone doesn’t “love” your favorite color.
How old are you?!
17) You actually had the audacity to name your newborn the same thing your best friend/sister/cousin has had picked out for her child/children, or the name they’ve already used.
This is a big one folks! I have seen families get into epic battles over this. I have seen people never speak to their best friend again for this sort of slight.
Selecting a name for a new life is a big decision, though if you look at most names in Hollywood, you’d think someone just vomited the name out, which is the only reason some of those horrific things get put on a newborn’s birth certificate. That or the parents are on something, and I’m not talking about a “kale high”.
I have a list. If you screw with it (and I will say that an ex took three of the names on my list that he was well aware of and named his children those exact names. I was LIVID. Yes, all three names have since vanished from “the list”.), don’t speak to me ever again.
When considering a name for a baby, make a list in advance. If that baby is born with your mDNA, give the kid a fighting chance and don’t break out anything that will torment your child as he or she gets older.
18) You “hate America”, but you’re more than happy to make your money off of Americans.
I’m talking to you, Ariana Grande. I’m also talking to people who aren’t American, but make a damn good living here. If you don’t like our culture, our patriotism, our food, or our people (liking our President is not mandatory. Hell, I don’t fucking like him!) then I strongly suggest you shut the fuck up, get on a plane, and not return.
19) People who drive with the sticker price still attached to their car. A car they’ve been driving for more than an hour, which let’s everyone know it’s not an error in judgment.
Really? Are you aware how infantile that is? There is not a single car on the road that is not an over-priced hunk of paint. I mean that from the bottom of my foreign car loving heart. You need not worry about impressing me with a vehicle. Impress me with who you are and how you treat me. That Audi…okay, the Audi can stay in my driveway. 😉 Please God, do NOT let it have a vanity plate.
20) You’re a writer who doesn’t read.
I don’t think that requires an explanation, do you?
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