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February 12, 2015

Heavy Living

By Robin

I see it more and more each day.  Arguments that turn brutal and threatening on Face Book.  Tweets with intentional, harmful comments destroying the constitution of an individual in 140 characters or less.  The news is filled with hate crimes.  We are at war with ourselves and everyone in our path.  We are judge and jury crushing a relatively harmless opinion and turning it into a massacre of the human soul.  Guilty until proven more guilty.  How do we sleep at night with the weight of deception on our shoulders and the taste of blood on our tongues, we are drowning in our own desire to make worse all that is evil in our path.

Sounds heavy doesn’t it?  A little too heavy?  Maybe.  But aren’t we living heavier these days?  Our lives are taken so seriously that a minor indiscretion or slip of the tongue spirals so out of control that we are sorry for opening our mouths, our eyes, our hearts.  Are we so far passed the point of no return in our guilt ridden lives that even the smallest drop of joy we experience is perceived as a fluke, an anomaly?

The pressure of a life.  Perfect child, perfect spouse, perfect parent, perfect employee, perfect friend.  Don’t make a mistake.  We compare and are compared to by others.  My way or the highway, because my way is best.  You love too much, your love is not enough.

The pressure of day.  We wake every morning and it’s judgement day all over again.  You should have, you could have, why didn’t you, why wouldn’t you?  We impose our beliefs on others, standing on the proverbial soap box, preaching to the non-believers.  You can change.  You will change.  You should be more like me.  That would make you perfect, like me.

I won’t sit here and tell you that you’re inadequate, that your beliefs are wrong.  I’ll sit behind my computer and gripe my way through this post, making sure to let you know that the judgment is yours and yours alone.  But before I relinquish all of my acceptance to your morals and ideals, I will remind you that we are all God’s children.  We are all guilty of looking the other way, and not getting involved.  Luckily we are free to decide who and when we contribute to the health and welfare of another human being.

We have National days in this country where we honor many different people.  Many of them are people who came before us, changing the world for the better.  Does all  that seem like just an antiquated tradition?  How many people in the world today could be honored for their humanitarian efforts?  How many would have the responsibility and commitment to society with the credibility required to receive the devoted recognition of our country’s citizens?  I can think of very few, and I’m sure that even those elite specimens would have a few skeletons in their closet of sin.

Can we have a day of non-judgment?  Can we refuse to log in to our facebook comments page and twitter feed?  Can we put down the cell phones and turn off the tv?  How about a national day sparing the children of abuse?  A day devoted to the children of the country, allowing them to sleep soundly knowing they won’t be beaten or molested?  While we’re at it, let’s have a day of exercise.  All business will be closed and you are required to do SOMETHING to work up a sweat.  The list of ideas goes on.  If we can’t find a person good enough to memorialize, why don’t we find a reason to stop the judgment, stop the pain, stop the insanity that consumes our daily lives?  If just for a day, a day’s a good start.

And for today, I wish you freedom and a walk on the lighter life.

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January 6, 2015

You May Say I’m a Dreamer, But I’m Not the Only One.

By Robin

Here we are again, celebrating a New Year.  Those of us that are lucky enough to say goodbye to 2014 and welcome in 2015 with open arms might be contemplating our life, just as I am right now.

I recently read a blog called “Breaking the chains-A story of self transformation, which you can read here:http://www.thechangeblog.com/self-transformation/

Kelsey Frizzell writes about always having the desire to dream of a more exciting life.  I can remember when I was young, thinking that I could act just as well as the actresses I watched on TV.  I could sing just as good and some of the biggest pop stars.  I remember thinking Barbara Streisand wasn’t all that.  I could hit those high notes just as she did so effortlessly.  I was completely wrong, and I know that now, but that didn’t stop me from dreaming.

High School brought the dream of being with the perfectly adorable boy who just happened to be nice to me that day.  I wasn’t the popular girl in school, in fact far from it.  When a boy caught my eye, I would go off into never never land and dream of getting married, having his children and living a life happily ever after.

The Art Institute was an entirely different dream.  I would become this fabulous fashionista, traveling to New York City, even possibly living there.  I would rub elbows with the elite designers and wear expensive clothes made specially for me.  I would have a prestigious career and be the envy of all my friends.

I married the love of my life and I dreamed of owning the perfect house, in the most prestigious neighborhood, with the brightest children, living the good life.   I would never struggle, never lose, and always have the best of everything.

Aside from one or two of my dreams coming true (my children make me so proud), I haven’t seen many of my dreams come true, but that didn’t stop me from dreaming.  Now I have changed my dreams a lot over the years, depending on my situation and desires at the time.  But one thing holds true:  I NEVER STOPPED DREAMING.

Dreams are what makes your life exciting.  We dream to step out  of our reality and into the possibility that there might be something bigger in store for us.  The future is always brighter and fantasy might even become reality.

I like to include music to go along with the idea of my post, so please turn this one up and enjoy, while you dream…

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November 20, 2014

What You Don’t Say Matters More Than What You Do

By Robin

I’ve got a lot of thoughts running around my head recently.  I haven’t written in a while because I don’t have a complete thought about anything.  This post will be a random view on a few different subjects that are currently floating in my own personal universe.

I’ve written about this previously, but I think that it holds true on a daily basis for me.  Assumption.  And we all know the old adage, when you ASSUME it makes an ASS out of U and ME.  Lord knows I’m guilty of making assumptions.  I’ve determined that my spouse’s actions are intentional.  All actions, good AND bad.  I believe he makes a conscious effort to search out an item in the grocery store that he knows I’ve requested specifically or is aware that I’d like to have.  Somewhere in that brain of his, he has made an assumption that for me to be happy on said day, if I have the new Kettle Chips that I saw advertised on TV the night before and thought out loud that they might be good to try, I’ll jump for joy and love him forever when he buys them for me.  And although those chips might temporarily make me happy, I’d much rather have him remove his boots from the middle of the living room floor and set them somewhere out-of-the-way (basement) where I won’t trip over them.  I feel like he might do better with a suggestion from me rather than a heated request.  And that might be true for most people, I’m not 100% sure.  I know I’ve waited for many projects to be finished in my home, and my requests have never come from a place of suggestion.  I should take note of my previous statements and start making suggestions to my husband.  I’m gonna work on that.

I recently saw a friend that I hadn’t had contact with in a while.  I broke contact on purpose.  I’m the type of person that when I feel like I’ve been emotionally harmed in an inexcusable way, I distance myself.  I don’t like direct confrontation.  I like to stew over the whole ordeal, because I’m the type to re-live the event and try to put myself in somebody else’s shoes and give them the benefit of the doubt as to why they were an asshole to me.  If I can’t come up with a legitimate reason, I stay away.  I’ve done it before, I’m sure I’ll do it again if it happens.  We talked about what made me move away from our friendship, but I don’t think she really understood.  Of course, she assumed it was for a different reason, because that’s what we do, ASSUME.  We try to find something that we’ve done that could kind of be misconstrued as ill meaning.  We go through our memory and determine that there might be one particular thing that could have been taken the wrong way by a sensitive person (because we blame them for being too sensitive in our minds) and pissed the other person off.  We go through our lives making assumptions and many times never really get the real story.   I guess in a way assumptions make you feel a little better about being who you are.  It’s a kind of validation.  I believe there are 3 stages to making an assumption:  1.  Sadness and misunderstanding.  2.  Determining in our mind why the other person is mad.  3. Validating our actions in our own minds and moving on, feeling like it’s them and not us.

And finally for this random thought post finale, Thanksgiving and the retail world.  I’ve been a vocal proponent (at least in my household) of no Sunday sports/games for families.  I do not believe that my son, or anyone’s son or daughter should have any kind of sports game on a Sunday.  When they go off to college, they can Sunday sports it up all they want, they’re adults now.  Play, practice, whatever they want to do.  I want my child to have a relaxing day on Sunday, doing whatever he or she wants to do, not what another parent/coach has requested that he did with his time. Period.

When I first heard about certain stores being open starting at 6pm on Thanksgiving day (now they’re all jumping on the band wagon), I initially thought about how horrible that it would be if I had to hurry up my dinner and get to work just in time to be bombarded by blood thirsty, Christmas gift carnivores with ravenous appetites for ridiculous deals on electronics and juicers.  It’s the Christmas Zombie Apocalypse and it’s happening in 2014.

I’m not an overly religious person, but I know that one of the 7 deadly sins is GREED.  This Thanksgiving, you will get to be a voyeur of sorts to one of the contributors to the downfall of civilization.  The news crews will be out in full force, streaming live from the front of Best Buy stores with all their lines of tents and frozen occupants.  There have been others contributing downfalls for sure, but this one strikes a particular chord with me because we’ve lost the one last holiday that held together the meaning of family.  We weren’t out buying candy to serve up to trick or treaters on Halloween.  We aren’t out killing ourselves searching for a close parking space on a cold winter’s night trying to buy a gift for someone who doesn’t need it or won’t appreciate it for Christmas.  We aren’t packing a basket with jelly beans and assorted egg-shaped candy for Easter.  We are supposed to be spending the day watching random football games and made for TV movies, the house filled with the distinct aroma of a succulent turkey, scrumptious stuffing and sweet pumpkin pie.  The table is set and we can hardly wait to begin the culinary festivities.  A glass of wine, our family surrounding us and pleasure abounds.  I’m sure it’s different in each home, but the one common denominator is family.  I can’t imagine some corporation telling me that I can’t have that because they need their “numbers” to increase.  It’s do or die Thanksgiving Thursday.  Greed. If you count on Black Friday deals to make or break you, you’ve gotta bigger problems that need to be addressed.   Don’t put all your eggs in one literal financial basket.  Offer deals throughout the year and you won’t have to worry about the size of your next yacht purchase at the end of your fiscal year.  Don’t put retail workers at risk of being trampled to death just so some greedy bastard pushing through the front door security guard can get a flat screen TV for $99.  Wouldn’t you all rather be sitting at home pouring more gravy on your mashed potatoes?  Could you find another day to celebrate your inability to realize that home is where the heart is?  I sure hope somebody comes to this realization sooner rather than later.  If happy wives make happy lives, what does a happy employee make?  I can’t imagine someone actually being happy about working in retail on Thanksgiving evening.

But again, I’m assuming.

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October 3, 2014

Road Rage

By Robin

Hi my name is Robin and I have Road Rage.

Hello Robin….welcome to RRA (Road Rage Anonymous)

Wouldn’t it be cute if I could come up with a cute name for it that had the initials RRARRRR!

I would have to say that 90% of my driving time is spent wondering why I’ve been unlucky enough to be driving behind someone who obviously doesn’t have to be anywhere soon.  I’ve driven to work following an older person who drives 5-10 miles under the speed limit.  I’m assuming that they’re on their way to a 9am doctor’s appointment and since it’s only 7:45am, they have LOT OF TIME to get there.  They’ll walk into the office and expect to be seen as soon as they arrive, even though their appointment is not for another 45 minutes.  I’ve seen it so many times.

This morning I was driving my almost 13 year old son to school with a project that wouldn’t fare well on the school bus.  I decided to go another route since their was a school bus turning onto my normal road route.  I get behind a black SUV that obviously had no intention of traveling the suggested speed limit. My soon to be teenager asks me to pass them.  On a windy road not passable by even Jeff Gordon in his race car.  For a moment I start to think about the fact that in just 3 short years, my son will be behind the wheel of whatever vehicle I’ll be fortunate enough to own.  I’m a bad influence on his driving future.   Luckily the car turns off a few yards before my turn onto the school road, but just as I’m preparing to turn onto said road, a little pick me up truck turns before me, proceeding to travel 10 miles below the speed limit.  My son wants me to “ride his ass”.  I now know that I’ve made a lasting impression and I will reap what I sow in a few years.  I quickly state that I read somewhere that God puts these slow, annoying bastards in my way to save me from some tragedy that might have occurred had I had been traveling at the speed of sound like I normally do.  I’m trying to not only cut my losses with this kid but also maybe embed some sort of philosophy about things that happen “for a reason”.  One can never know what’s gonna stick in a child’s mind and what isn’t.  I’m positive that my driving skills have made an impact on him, and not for the better.

This isn’t the first time that I’ve made an effect on one of my children.  My oldest son got to experience me passing a car on a road that I had no business doing that on.  I believe he was just short of driving age or maybe he had his permit to drive.  That was too many years ago to remember, but every now and then he brings up the episode, so I know I made a memory for him, albeit a bad one.

Fast forward and I’m pulling into the school parking lot to drop of my little future speed demon and I see a line of cars, none of them moving very much.  Deep breath, Rob, deep breath. Is there a child finishing his breakfast in the front car?  Can he get his clarinet out of the trunk any faster?  So being the road raged impatient mom behind the wheel that I am,  I pass the other calm, tolerant moms and dads and head to the front of the line.  It’s a good thing people can’t actually shoot daggers from their eyes, because I would probably look like swiss cheese right now.  And then the inevitable guilt sets in.  I start to second guess my actions, but it’s too late now.  I’m the asshole car driver that thinks they’re better than everyone else.  That’s not true, but it kinda resembles my sentiment.  A little.  I’m not better, just more advanced at expeditiously dropping my child at school.  Sounds better doesn’t it?

After I leave the school going the required 15mph in the school zone, which by the way is the almost the only sign I completely agree is not just a suggestion like the other speed limit signs are, I get behind another bus.  And then a triaxle truck carrying an over sized load of dirt. Count to 10 Rob….thank goodness I finally get behind a girl that I work with who has a lead foot like me and we virtually FLY into work, gliding gracefully at a comfortable speed of 55mph in a 40mph.

I feel like there are people who realize I’m in a hurry and just say to themselves, “too bad, I’m gonna drive as slow as I want and you can’t do anything about it”.  It’s a power thing.  In fact, I’ve actually thought that myself.  I’ve been coasting along at at a pleasant speed 10 miles above the “suggested” speed limit and somebody is close enough to my back bumper to give it a kiss.  I look in the rear view mirror and say, “too bad, I’m not going any faster”.  So I’ve been there, done that, just not when I’m driving 10 miles UNDER the limit, not that I ever have, heehee.   Arrogance is alive and well, even on the road.

I know that after I publish this blog, I’ll probably be pulled over at some point in the near future for speeding.  The fact that it hasn’t happened yet is an incredible fete.  *knocking on the proverbial wood*  I don’t know how I’ll adjust if and when that happens.  I don’t try to drive recklessly or without care.  I may have just been a French race car driver in my past life.  French only because I love the language.

Will I eventually be one of those senior citizens traveling at a snails pace on my way to my 9am doctor’s appointment?  I hope not, but only time will tell.

Until then, “Gentlemen, start your engines…”

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September 17, 2014

It’s Not Personal, it’s Business

By Robin

Update:

I decided not to be in the running for the position that I was contemplating.  For a few reasons, but mostly because I didn’t feel that I was a good fit for the company.

Getting older has it’s perks.  One being that I really get to know who I am.  I now know that there are just certain things that I like and don’t like.  For instance, I love the ability to listen to music at work and joke around with people and dress the way I want.  I like doing that a lot.  I guess you could call it a kind of freedom.  Freedom that I don’t wanna give up.   It’s a fun atmosphere.  I’ve gotten used to it and I don’t want that to change.

The job I had interviewed for was going to deny me music, witty banter and stylish clothing.  I found out that I have a distinct aversion to business casual.  I guess that means that I’ll never have a job in the corporate world, and you know what, that’s okay. I’m a firm believer that everyone deserves to have a place that they feel comfortable in.  A place that allows them to be the best part of themselves and still conform to the desires of the company where they are employed.

It could be that my background in fashion and beauty won’t allow me to paint a picture that isn’t conducive to my sense of style.  That sounds pretty technical, and I try my best to not to go down that road.  How bout this:  I don’t do frump very well.  I can’t go against the cardinal fashion rules:  No pantyhose with open toe shoes.  Period.  In fact, no pantyhose at all.  Tights, yes.  Knee highs, if you must.  Just say NO to hose!  Your below-the-knee skirt makes your calves look fat.  Above- the-knee is unacceptable.  Cover that cleavage up with an ugly scarf that makes your neck sweat.  Jacket those flabby arms.  Dangly earrings are a no-no.  Leggings with a long sweater or tunic:  no, no NO!

Maybe I’ve become complacent at my current job or it could just be that I’ve become comfortable in my own skin, but I just don’t want to comply to somebody’s idea of what is “presentable”.  Does that make me a fashion rebel?  Maybe.  In fact, I kinda like that term.  It just could be that my days at the Art Institute of Pittsburgh during the punk era has made a permanent impact on me.  Perusing the streets of Pittsburgh with kool aid dyed pink hair might have done some damage.  I can’t be sure, really.  But I’m pretty sure it did.

I have complete understanding of what’s acceptable in any given situation.  If I choose to wear a low-cut dress to show off my assets, because they are few and far between at this age, I’m gonna do it in the RIGHT environment.  A mini ANYTHING isn’t appropriate for me anymore, and I’m not entirely sad about that.  If you follow my blog, you know about my obsession with shoes.  After 5 surgeries I still try to wear heels, just not as often.  Open toe, 4 inch heel, no panty hose biatches.  Ya, that’s how I roll.  Literally, I will probably roll on the ground because I have some trouble pulling that look off nowadays.  But hey, I still try!

So while I’m not gonna be making a boat load more money, I’ll be able to style up my look, listen to my tunes and make people laugh.  Is there anything more important than that?  Probably, but not right now, and not to me.

So please enjoy Madonna for a few minutes, throw on some heels and dance around the room like nobody’s watching.  Because somebody probably IS watching, even if it’s the dog, and they’re laughing.  And now I made someone laugh.

My job here is done.

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September 14, 2014

Somebody that I used to know

By Robin

I’m following up on my last post, “Time to Say Goodbye”.

I’ve had a lot of conflicting feelings about moving on from my current position. For obvious reasons, moving on is hard, and it’s not like I was looking for a new job at the time I was confronted with the opportunity. I was apprehensive about even interviewing, and was surprised that the interview had gone as well as it did. Interviewing with the Senior Vice President is terrifying enough for anyone, but I also had another supervisor in the room with me, who was shooting out questions as well. I feel like, and the SVP confided as well, that the interview went well and I was offered a second interview.

Second interviews are always a good thing, but when you start out at the “top” so to speak, how can an individual with a for lack of a better word, “lesser stake in the hiring process” deny the offer? Maybe I’m being stupid about it, but what I’m really trying to say is, I most likely have the job.  I’m not trying to put down the second interviewer.  I’m really not.  That person most certainly can hate me or hate what I look like or dislike answers to her questions and it would all be over.  But I think I”m confident enough in myself to say that they will most likely like me.

I think.

Which brings me to my current issue. Do I take the job if it were offered to me? I’ve spoken with my supervisor at my current job about the possibility of leaving and was given an option to wait and see if full time might be an option.  There are definite hoops to jump through, but it would seem a possibility.  The new job would most definitely pay more.  But it would involve more time and energy and a completely different way of being.  Meaning a different “dress” and different personality and might involve a somewhat diminished comical attitude.  I like to make people laugh, to lighten the load so to speak.  Life is hard, and inserting a few jokes and lifting a mood or two here and there are important to me.  I don’t like to see suffering, and the new job would surround me with suffering.  Could I find a way to be myself yet some one else?

Would I become somebody that I used to know?

Lots to think about.  I’m lost.

I”ll update in a few days…

 

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September 10, 2014

Time to Say Goodbye

By Robin

I have a job interview today.  The job is selling cemetery plots.  I would basically double my income.  I’m apprehensive.

Why you ask?  It’s a no brainer!  More money? Hell yes.

No, not quite.  My interview is not until later this afternoon, and the thoughts racing through my head are all over the board.  I was actually okay until I spoke with my friend Paulette last night.  I really was.  But she inserted a few questions into my head that I hadn’t really thought of.  Do I really WANT to sell cemetery plots?  Is that what I want to spend my life doing?  Will I find satisfaction in helping a grieving family locate a final burial place for their loved one? Sure, I’m a very caring person.  I know that to be one of my truths.  The job I will hold will be surrounded by constant sadness and tears.  I already cry watching the freaking news, will I be able to hold it together when it comes to sorrow and bereavement?

I just don’t know.

Another thought:  Do I want to add 20-30 minutes additional commute time to and from work? Sure, I like driving, but will it be okay in the winter, where in Pittsburgh the prediction is snowmageddon   2015?  I’m due for another car, even though I love my Toyota 4-runner, it’s not gonna last forever.  Making more money would allow me to get the car I want, not the car my husband wants me to drive.

This job kinda hit me broadside and I wasn’t prepared yet to move on.  I wasn’t actively looking for a new and exciting environment.  I’m not completely happy where I am now, but is anyone ever head over heels in love with their job?  I haven’t met anyone who falls into that euphoric category.  I’m not saying it doesn’t exist, it just doesn’t in my small circle of friends and acquaintances.

So today I struggle with making a change.  I’ve already been offered the job in my head.  I might be overly confident, but hey, I’m the total package right?  I’ve got brains and guts and a empathetic personality that genuinely loves and cares for most people.  Wow, that sounds like the closing sentence to my “tell me about yourself” answer, doesn’t it?

So is it time to say goodbye?  For many people today, they will bid their final farewell to someone who held a place in their heart.

I may be doing the same.  I’ll keep you posted!

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September 2, 2014

Why You Need To Stop Trying To Change People

By Robin

Hits home BIG TIME

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For those of you who don’t know the story of the scorpion and the frog – allow me to enlighten you. A scorpion needed to cross a river, so he approached a frog to ask for help. The frog denied him, saying “Why should I trust you? You could easily sting me.”

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The scorpion assured the frog he would be safe because if he were to sting the frog during their trip, they would both drown. The frog, figuring this made sense, agreed to transport the scorpion. Half way across the river, the scorpion stung the frog, and they began to sink.

When the frog asked why, the scorpion replied, “Because it’s in my nature…”

This raises the question – can people really change, even if they want to? I believe there are certain aspects of a person’s nature that are instilled in them, but I also believe that you…

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August 31, 2014

HUGE Giveaway this Friday!

By Robin

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Hi my beautiful bloggers out there!

To be honest when I started blogging I did it because I have been wanting to write, encourage women all over the world and make them feel you are special and beautiful in your own way.. I have been having so much love that I need to thank all of you for that. So Today I am celebrating my 100th post, reaching the most amount of views since I started blogging and also the fact that I have received the best response from you.

I am doing a Fashion Giveaway for this Friday 29th.

I will be  selecting one of my followers and the only thing you have to do is reblog this post and follow me.

To the winner:

I will be sending the winner an outfit, makeup goodies, accessories and a special mention on my blog so all my followers can…

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August 22, 2014

It’s not Fair

By Robin

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I’ve been reading the book “Irritating the Ones You Love”, by Jeff Auerbach.  My therapist suggested it, and for anyone looking for the reasons why certain things seem to set you off when others just shrug it off, this is a good book for you.  The premise of this book suggests that each of us has “jars” that open when something is said or done that affected us a young age.  This blog is not about the book as much as it about one of my jars.

The fairness jar.

I’ve discovered that I’m sent into a tail spin when I feel that a certain situation is not fair.  Having this jar has me in a constant struggle with others for no good reason.  After all, they most likely don’t have that jar.  I’m finding that the lid to that jar is open on a regular basis.  For instance, I get really upset when sitting in traffic because a road merges due to some kind of construction and another car buzzes along side me and others to get to the front of the line instead of waiting their turn like the rest of us.  It sends me.  Why can’t they just wait in line?  Where’s the fire?

Being passed over for a position at work.  Being fully qualified for that position, it goes outside of the workplace and I feel dejected.  I’m guessing that would bother anybody, but for me I dwell for days.  Months.  I can’t let it go.

Just recently I purchased food for a going away party for some co-workers leaving for new adventures.  I’m speaking specifically about  buffalo chicken dip, which I absolutely love.  It comes in two containers, and the first container is devoured by the time I leave work.  There are still a few hours left for the rest of my co-workers, but I realize no one but myself and another person are eating the dip.  Fast forward to the next day, late morning.  Getting kinda hungry and open the fridge in search of a treat.  The other container is gone.  What?  Nobody but me and one other person was eating it.  That person is not on the premises at the present.  This person took my dip after I left and ate it.  The dip that I PURCHASED.  No money was offered for my purchases which came to about $43.00.  I don’t have a problem with that IF nobody takes advantage of something that they didn’t pay for or even offer to pay for.  I’m hoping I don’t get fired today, because I really wanna go ballistic on this person, and I’m having trouble channeling my anger into anything other than a full on rant via steelgraeglamour.

It’s not fair.

I struggle with the fact that I give my husband anything that he asks for, yet he withholds affection from me.  It makes me sad but more than that, IT’S NOT FAIR!

I’m gonna try to get a grip on this damn fairness jar, after all if nothing else it would benefit my stress level to get a grip and calm the fuck down and understand that my issues may be bigger than they should be.  After all they are MY issues.  I’ll calmly ask the buffalo chicken dip eating fucking asshole if he decided to save me a taste, a smidgen of hot spicy goodness.  When he replies that he consumed every last fucking drop, I’ll take a deep breath and walk outside.  Look at the scenery and realize that life is good and that this little chicken chunk bump in the spicy buffalo chicken dip road is over and tomorrow is another day.

But it’s not fair.

 

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