What's up peeps? Just like my bowl picks, the Mayans got it wrong. Still here and watching Sunday Night Football with my wacky husband. I had to take a reprieve from blogging for a while even though I freaking love to write and could write every day several times a day. If you know me, you know I try not to complain but as we come to the end of 2012 and perhaps it's all this hoopla about the "fiscal cliff" (I do like me a cliff bar but alas this just isn't the same!), I realized something a few weeks ago. I do occasionally have moments of clarity along with spirited discussions with my husband regarding our world in general. I am so OVER people who talk incessantly about themselves and somehow try to trace anything and everything that happens in the world back to their life. I don't mean people who can relate to something that happened. I mean those folks who actually think the entire world and everyone's life revolves around them. Harsh of me to say. I know, I know. It sounds like I am talking about myself, but it is my blog. As a result of being at my capacity for self absorption (is that a word? maybe I need to crack out my sham wow products to make a point...) I have tried not to read many posts and had major filters on my viewing. Stepping off soap box and singing One Direction, thank you. Sashay!
We live in a very divided country. It sounds like I am traveling down a political path but that's not where I am going. I think it is fantastic that many people are so passionate about their beliefs ranging from husbands to the federal deficit. I get it-I do. But I get a little nervous when people are more concerned that they are going to lose their assault rifle than making a living. Granted, I get nervous at the sight of a plastic steak knife, but I am all for one's right to bear arms. But I am over the "me, me, me!" Now, we all have to be self centered to a certain degree for survival. However, every event and every conversation in the universe is not about you.....or ME.
If there is one thing I desperately try to instill in my kids, is that we don't judge a book by its cover. Which is good, because there are copies US Weekly and Allure so it's important for the kids to realize we just can't photoshop 5 inches on our legs in real life. Anyway, shortly after college, I moved in with a friend of mine to an interesting area. As a matter of fact, the apartment complex we lived in was referred to as being home of the "nightly knifings." I was trying to figure out what I wanted to do or be and was working at a saloon. Hilarious because I do not listen to country music. I remember this story like it was yesterday, except it wasn't. It was a long, long time ago (bye bye Miss American Pie who should not be confused with Warrant's Cherry Pie"). Anyway, I had a table one night that made me roll my eyes which is completely juvenile (and sadly I occasionally still do it) . It was a table of 12 and they all ordered cokes, sweet teas, and 2 bowls of chili and a salad with Thousand Island dressing. That's it. Stereotypes are terrible but they do exist (I can go on and on about the restaurant industry but I won't), and this order would generally be categorized under the "tipping in the toilet category." They were very nice and their bill was only around $40 dollars. On the way out the door, one of the gentleman thanked me for being nice and handed back the folder and told me to keep it all. I said thanks and once he left, I opened up the pad to see 2 $100 bills inside. So, that would be around a $160 tip on a $40 bill. Didn't I fell like a complete ass hat for automatically assuming someone was a certain way by the way they ordered??? Shame on me. I would love to tell you I have never had thoughts pop up about someone upon my initial meeting but that would be a complete lie. Have you done that before? You know you have....
So as we say goodbye to 2012, I hope we embrace 2013 with enthusiasm and excitement. Gosh, some people just rolled their eyes at moi! Nothing is ever perfect (wouldn't that be fabulous if it was except we all have a different idea of perfect?) but we can try to make it better. Seriously, I had no idea that red velvet cake could be better than my mother's but I found one that was. We can't control others, but we can control how they make us react (yes, I am reminding myself of this). I'm over the gloom and doomers. You've got one life so live it. I just feel like this entire post could be a series of t-shirts and bumper stickers.
XO
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