I had an interesting situation today on a forum I help to admin. It's very new and already I see trouble abrewin'. It all started when one of the discussions became somewhat heated. It was a crazy topic of sorts, but one of the people kept asking for clarification from one of the posters. Rightfully so, in my opinion. She's very quick on the draw and very well read. So I trust her when she gets a bit doggish in trying to get an answer to her questions. Apparently one of the other posters felt it their civic duty to rush in and make like a hero. For what purpose, I'm still not sure. One can only hazard a guess. From there it got quite dicey for a bit. Not badly, just a small skirmish.
Being what I thought was a good admin, I try to diffuse the situation by explaining to the wanna be hero that the person wanting clarification is A: Not mean and B: not being a bitch. She's looking for answers. And he turned round and did exactly what I asked him not to do. Don't persist with this line of idiocy. But like most people, he felt it necessary to keep pushing at it.
So, I basically said free for all. And when you fall down and go boom, please do not come crying to me. I'm honestly not sure I'm up to the task of doing this. We'll see in a week or so how I'm feeling.
Thursday, March 6, 2008
March 5 & 6 List-So I'm a bit lazy.
List of things that just annoy.
1. People who pretend to be something they're not. None of us are really vamps, weres and so forth. If you think you are, please seek medical counseling immediately! While I don't question the possibility that these may be actual live creatures, I do question those who state that they are. Secrecy would be a high priority I'm thinking.
2. Snotty cashier/checkers/sales people. If you're in an industry that has the word customer service somewhere in the job description, then damn it at least be courteous. I don't want you to entertain me, just provide assistance when asked to do so.
3. Lagging IM conversations. This really ticks me off. (Not you Azh). Certainly if you engage me on an IM you should do your best to keep up with the conversation. Why does Azh get a reprieve from this law of mine? Because I say so, that's why.
4. Asking me personal questions in IM about what I look like. This is not a dating show. Why the hell should you care what I bloody look like?! And again- not keeping up with the conversation.
5. Calling me on my bitchiness and telling me I'm mean. If I get to this stage with you, you should immediately stop and think back to when it started to go down hill. And adjust yourself accordingly. I am not a mean person by nature, but there are certain things that will just set me off. Any of the above is a very good place to start, as is, thinking about the conversation at hand.
6. Putting undue pressure on me. I tend to chaff a bit with this and the upcoming deluge of terror I'm about to unleash will be spectacularly unpretty. Don't do this-ever.
7. Not having the ability to laugh at yourself. Christ, no one is that serious. And if they are, they need to re-think their life. Humans are funny creatures. We do and say stupid things-myself included. Laugh when it happens and move on. Find the humor in the situation.
8. Not being proactive about things you think should be done. Just do it already. What can it hurt? Why must you depend on someone else to do it for you?
1. People who pretend to be something they're not. None of us are really vamps, weres and so forth. If you think you are, please seek medical counseling immediately! While I don't question the possibility that these may be actual live creatures, I do question those who state that they are. Secrecy would be a high priority I'm thinking.
2. Snotty cashier/checkers/sales people. If you're in an industry that has the word customer service somewhere in the job description, then damn it at least be courteous. I don't want you to entertain me, just provide assistance when asked to do so.
3. Lagging IM conversations. This really ticks me off. (Not you Azh). Certainly if you engage me on an IM you should do your best to keep up with the conversation. Why does Azh get a reprieve from this law of mine? Because I say so, that's why.
4. Asking me personal questions in IM about what I look like. This is not a dating show. Why the hell should you care what I bloody look like?! And again- not keeping up with the conversation.
5. Calling me on my bitchiness and telling me I'm mean. If I get to this stage with you, you should immediately stop and think back to when it started to go down hill. And adjust yourself accordingly. I am not a mean person by nature, but there are certain things that will just set me off. Any of the above is a very good place to start, as is, thinking about the conversation at hand.
6. Putting undue pressure on me. I tend to chaff a bit with this and the upcoming deluge of terror I'm about to unleash will be spectacularly unpretty. Don't do this-ever.
7. Not having the ability to laugh at yourself. Christ, no one is that serious. And if they are, they need to re-think their life. Humans are funny creatures. We do and say stupid things-myself included. Laugh when it happens and move on. Find the humor in the situation.
8. Not being proactive about things you think should be done. Just do it already. What can it hurt? Why must you depend on someone else to do it for you?
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
March 4 list
Things I think the world needs more of.
1. Better communications. This would save so much time, effort, money and people if we could communicate more effectively.
2. Understanding. If we take a moment to really listen to someone, we would have a better understanding of what they're trying to convey. Sometimes it's not about the words, but the accompanying gestures that tell the actual need.
3. Tolerance. Yes, we are all different, but relatively all the same when we get to the core of humanity. It's the differences that make up who that person is.
4. 4 day work weeks and 3 day week ends. Seems a bit lopsided for my tastes.
1. Better communications. This would save so much time, effort, money and people if we could communicate more effectively.
2. Understanding. If we take a moment to really listen to someone, we would have a better understanding of what they're trying to convey. Sometimes it's not about the words, but the accompanying gestures that tell the actual need.
3. Tolerance. Yes, we are all different, but relatively all the same when we get to the core of humanity. It's the differences that make up who that person is.
4. 4 day work weeks and 3 day week ends. Seems a bit lopsided for my tastes.
Monday, March 3, 2008
March 3 List: Facts about me
I'm such a Leo. ;o
1. Age: 41 Sometimes acts like: 21 or 81
2. Eyes: Green
3. Hair: Strawberry Blond- The blond is from the sun, but I also pay for streaks. I do believe sometimes one of them took root. Hence, I have blonde moments.
4. Wears glasses, occasionally contacts.
5. I like to term myself Rubenesque. I'm not fat, but I could stand to loose a few more pounds. 100 years ago I would have been a supermodel if they had such a thing. I used to have an issue with my weight. A very bad issue. Not anorexic, but rather it's cousin, bulimia. At 120 lbs., I was badly underweight for my bone structure, but I felt I "belonged". Now, I have my moments where I feel really good about myself or I am bad, shrug my shoulders and start over. I will not make myself sick to fit some ridiculous society standard. I'd much rather be healthy.
6. I am very proud of the fact that I am socializing more. Even though it's not face to face, I am still talking with people, making new contacts, etc. via the web.
7. I am a triple Leo-Sun, Moon, rising. That's a lot of Leo for 1 body. LOL I'm not your typical Leo. I am the quieter Leo. I don't really like the spot light. Meaning, I don't actively search for it. I do make friends easily and I consider myself a warm, compassionate person. If your my friend, you'll always be my friend, unless you mess it up.
8. My husband still has the ability to make me blush. I rather like this.
1. Age: 41 Sometimes acts like: 21 or 81
2. Eyes: Green
3. Hair: Strawberry Blond- The blond is from the sun, but I also pay for streaks. I do believe sometimes one of them took root. Hence, I have blonde moments.
4. Wears glasses, occasionally contacts.
5. I like to term myself Rubenesque. I'm not fat, but I could stand to loose a few more pounds. 100 years ago I would have been a supermodel if they had such a thing. I used to have an issue with my weight. A very bad issue. Not anorexic, but rather it's cousin, bulimia. At 120 lbs., I was badly underweight for my bone structure, but I felt I "belonged". Now, I have my moments where I feel really good about myself or I am bad, shrug my shoulders and start over. I will not make myself sick to fit some ridiculous society standard. I'd much rather be healthy.
6. I am very proud of the fact that I am socializing more. Even though it's not face to face, I am still talking with people, making new contacts, etc. via the web.
7. I am a triple Leo-Sun, Moon, rising. That's a lot of Leo for 1 body. LOL I'm not your typical Leo. I am the quieter Leo. I don't really like the spot light. Meaning, I don't actively search for it. I do make friends easily and I consider myself a warm, compassionate person. If your my friend, you'll always be my friend, unless you mess it up.
8. My husband still has the ability to make me blush. I rather like this.
Sunday, March 2, 2008
2nd list post for March- I'm a day behind
Fears
1. Loss of a child- I don't believe I could sustain this type of loss. I know me.
2. Loss of my husband- My world would never be the same. Much darker.
3. Alzheimer's disease- Goddess, please no. To forget those you love.
4. Being incapacitated in some way- I'm not a good sick person. Depending on others for everything would make me scream.
5. Forgetting how to read. Therefore being forced to being entertained by television.
6. Flying
7. Driving/riding over large bridges- I scream...loudly, when I have to drive over them. And cover my face when I'm the passenger.
8. Spiders
9. Being homeless
10. My children not being happy in their lives
1. Loss of a child- I don't believe I could sustain this type of loss. I know me.
2. Loss of my husband- My world would never be the same. Much darker.
3. Alzheimer's disease- Goddess, please no. To forget those you love.
4. Being incapacitated in some way- I'm not a good sick person. Depending on others for everything would make me scream.
5. Forgetting how to read. Therefore being forced to being entertained by television.
6. Flying
7. Driving/riding over large bridges- I scream...loudly, when I have to drive over them. And cover my face when I'm the passenger.
8. Spiders
9. Being homeless
10. My children not being happy in their lives
March is list making month at NaBloPoMO
My 1st list is called: Things I have learned to accept about me
In case you haven't figured out, I'm a Leo. It's how we roll. We talk about ourselves a lot. LOL
1. I am never going to be a size 6 again. Ever!
2. I am never going to be taller. I'm 5'6" and according to some, a midget.
3. I am always going to be somewhat reserved in my nature.
4. I am only going to have 1 tattoo. Body art is pretty and I love my tat. However, that shit hurt pretty badly for me. I'd much rather give birth to another 10 lb. baby.
5. I will never understand Algebra.
6. I will always be a grey witch. Never a fluffy white bunny, never a black widow spider.
7. I will never learn to accept lies easily.
8. It will never be easy for me to just accept someone's b.s. B.S. makes me volatile.
9. I will always champion the underdog.
10. I will always be moving furniture around in my house. I get bored.
11. I will always be grateful for the people I have in my life.
In case you haven't figured out, I'm a Leo. It's how we roll. We talk about ourselves a lot. LOL
1. I am never going to be a size 6 again. Ever!
2. I am never going to be taller. I'm 5'6" and according to some, a midget.
3. I am always going to be somewhat reserved in my nature.
4. I am only going to have 1 tattoo. Body art is pretty and I love my tat. However, that shit hurt pretty badly for me. I'd much rather give birth to another 10 lb. baby.
5. I will never understand Algebra.
6. I will always be a grey witch. Never a fluffy white bunny, never a black widow spider.
7. I will never learn to accept lies easily.
8. It will never be easy for me to just accept someone's b.s. B.S. makes me volatile.
9. I will always champion the underdog.
10. I will always be moving furniture around in my house. I get bored.
11. I will always be grateful for the people I have in my life.
When the hell did this happen?
Ahh, the 40's. And I don't mean the 1940's. I mean, I've hit the 40's. I turned 41 last August and I really thought I would freak out. It came and went so quietly I barely noticed it. As I approached 40 though, (think Ninja mode-stealthy, quiet), while I wasn't exactly kicking and screaming, I wasn't very happy about it either. 40 is old man! We've all said so when we were 20 something, 30ish. Uh oh, it's right around the corner. That's how quickly it gets here.
The line from When Sally met Harry comes to mind when I think of 40. She's crying about not having someone in her life and she says, "And I'm going to be 40." Harry says "When?" Her sobbing reply, "Someday.' Someday has been here and gone for me. I now have to check the 35 and older box on surveys. The first time I had to do it, I ain't gonna lie, it made me pause. Holy Shit! I'm almost 40. When the hell did this happen?!
I have found that age is what we make it. There are days I feel 82 and crippled when my back goes out. Then there are those days when I feel 18, 19, 20. I can see my inner punk princess peeping through. Flipping off the world at large. And I want to wear the shredded jeans, combat boots, green streaks in my hair, safety pins through my ears (80's girl). Instead I choose a nice, sedate outfit by Ralph Lauren with heels and full makeup to prepare to face the world. When the hell did this happen?
I thought for sure that my ass would hit the back of my knees when I turned 40. I didn't want to get out of bed because surely gravity had taken control of my body and all things that could point the way to Australia, would immediately do so upon getting my ass out of bed. Didn't happen. My husband assures me that I am winning the fight against gravity. I think he's a bit biased and fearful of my response should he tell me otherwise. I have a mirror after all. And all I have to do is look at my boys to let me know that, Yes, indeed, time has passed. And it will continue to do so. They're adults now, and that freaks me out more than gravity. Let us not discuss marriages and grandchildren.
I've learned to accept that I am 41. After all, what can you do? Ask for a recount? Not only do I accept it, I embrace it. While 20-29 is nice, there are just too many questions and insecurities. When you hit the 30-39 stage, you start to become more comfortable with who and what you are. The 40's I believe are more about acceptance. You're more assertive, controlled in yourself. And you let go of those things that no longer matter or have meaning in your life. You also do things you've always wanted to do. When my youngest son James turned 18, he and I went and got tattoos together. Something I've always wanted to do. It's very pretty. A big green eyed butterfly that sits between my shoulder blades. Butterflies represent change. I am certainly doing that.
So, I'm 41. I still have my moments of whimsy. There are certain things I hope never change about me. Like letting my inner punk princess out to play occasionally. Enjoying slamming down shots of tequila with friends and partying like I'm 18. Being secure within myself, and wondering, now when the hell did that happen.
Enjoy being you.
The line from When Sally met Harry comes to mind when I think of 40. She's crying about not having someone in her life and she says, "And I'm going to be 40." Harry says "When?" Her sobbing reply, "Someday.' Someday has been here and gone for me. I now have to check the 35 and older box on surveys. The first time I had to do it, I ain't gonna lie, it made me pause. Holy Shit! I'm almost 40. When the hell did this happen?!
I have found that age is what we make it. There are days I feel 82 and crippled when my back goes out. Then there are those days when I feel 18, 19, 20. I can see my inner punk princess peeping through. Flipping off the world at large. And I want to wear the shredded jeans, combat boots, green streaks in my hair, safety pins through my ears (80's girl). Instead I choose a nice, sedate outfit by Ralph Lauren with heels and full makeup to prepare to face the world. When the hell did this happen?
I thought for sure that my ass would hit the back of my knees when I turned 40. I didn't want to get out of bed because surely gravity had taken control of my body and all things that could point the way to Australia, would immediately do so upon getting my ass out of bed. Didn't happen. My husband assures me that I am winning the fight against gravity. I think he's a bit biased and fearful of my response should he tell me otherwise. I have a mirror after all. And all I have to do is look at my boys to let me know that, Yes, indeed, time has passed. And it will continue to do so. They're adults now, and that freaks me out more than gravity. Let us not discuss marriages and grandchildren.
I've learned to accept that I am 41. After all, what can you do? Ask for a recount? Not only do I accept it, I embrace it. While 20-29 is nice, there are just too many questions and insecurities. When you hit the 30-39 stage, you start to become more comfortable with who and what you are. The 40's I believe are more about acceptance. You're more assertive, controlled in yourself. And you let go of those things that no longer matter or have meaning in your life. You also do things you've always wanted to do. When my youngest son James turned 18, he and I went and got tattoos together. Something I've always wanted to do. It's very pretty. A big green eyed butterfly that sits between my shoulder blades. Butterflies represent change. I am certainly doing that.
So, I'm 41. I still have my moments of whimsy. There are certain things I hope never change about me. Like letting my inner punk princess out to play occasionally. Enjoying slamming down shots of tequila with friends and partying like I'm 18. Being secure within myself, and wondering, now when the hell did that happen.
Enjoy being you.
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