My pet peeves:

Pet Peeve #1:

Conversation used only to talk. No purpose. No Value. It doesn't even fill in the silence. Just because I pass you in the hall or the isle of the grocery store or in the lobby of a common place we both visit, doesn't mean that every time our space intertwines, something...anything.... needs to be said.

Let me demonstrate:

Me walking down the hall of a....lets go with a church. (Hey, I am sure there are a few that would still allow me..)
Here comes someone I know.
I see them often.
It isn't any sort of occasion when I do see them. No need for conversation.
However, something is said to fill the 1 millisecond of silence that will occur as we pass each other...something pointless and stupid like:
"Hey, why you gotta make it snow?"

REALLY?
SERIOUSLY?
I am 33.
And you are...well, of adult age.
I am well aware that I am not the one that makes it snow....or makes it stop.
And considering the venue of which we have just crossed paths....you should know that too. I'm not interested in taking blame, or props from The Man Upstairs.

Pet Peeve #2:

Don't ask ME a question about something that you don't know the answer to, THEN question my answer!!!


Allow me to demonstrate:

Other person that is not me: "Hey Alisa, did you remember to lock the door?"
Me: "yes"
OPTINM: "ARE YOU SURE?"

OH. MY. LORD.

Thinking...thinking...Did I say "Hmmmm...I'm not sure if I locked the door..."?

NOPE

YES I AM SURE!!!
My response is equally parallel to my action.
I KNOW I LOCKED THE DOOR! THAT IS WHY I SAID "YES" WHEN YOU ASKED!!
Here, do this.... you should just ask me if I have ovulated, then when I tell you NO, question that too!

Pet Peeve #3

Call me
I answer
You say "Hang on" or "Hey, I gotta call you back"

No big rant here.
I just get annoyed at that.

Ok, I gotta stop.
I'm gonna stroke out.

Share with me your pet peeves so that I don't have to think that I am impatient, bitchy and irrational.

Off to find some aspirin...


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Dear Someone

So, I have a couple of blogger friends that do posts called "Dear Someone".
I love them.
You know who you are.
So here is the deal......I am soooooooooo copying you.

Its the highest form of flattery....right?
Right.

So here is my first "Dear Someone"

Dear Ole Dear...ME...

Tell me, why is it when you are urged to do something, by none other than YOURSELF (you know, the still small voice...that when ignored, turns into Ms. Graham from my 2nd grade class at Westvale Elementary who used a ping pong paddle to whack on your desk when you were day dreaming, talking, or when she needed to get some anger out....where was I?)
Oh yeah....by none other than YOURSELF....WHY DO YOU IGNORE IT??
All that leads to is emotional and mental self mutilation.
You know EXACTLY what I am talking about.

Yesterday, when you were heading into Albertsons to get an avocado, do you remember the elderly couple coming out?
Do you remember watching the cute little old man, with a total of 10 hairs on his head, 100 liver spots on his body, and glasses that swallowed his face?

Do you remember seeing him pull the cart full of groceries with one hand and push his sweetheart, with her tightly curled silver hair, and sunglasses that looked like she just got her eyes dilated, in her wheelchair, with his other hand?

Yeah, that's right.....pushing his wife in her wheelchair with one hand, and pulling the cart behind him with his other hand.

Do you remember what you thought?

Of course you do.

Its been bugging you for the last 24 hours.
You thought "Oh, hey, I should take his cart for him"
Then for some reason that I have yet to figure out, the next thought was "Na, he's got it".

DID THIS LOOK EASY FOR HIM?
My land!!! Dudes 90...AT LEAST!
Your 33, and it would take some skills to do it yourself.

So....then, as you walk into the store, do you remember the conversation that we had with each other? (I bet you, the reader, may be wondering how many of "us" are in this pretty little head.....I wish I knew)

Me: "Dammit Alisa!! Why didnt you help them? You physically could feel yourself move over there, and it was harder to stop you...yet you stopped you....WHY?"
Me: "Hell Alisa....I DONT KNOW!!!"
Me: "Well my gosh! LISTEN TO ME NEXT TIME!! I KNOW WHAT I AM DOING!!"
Me: "Ok, Ok....I know, I just need to trust you."
Me: "Good.....you dumb ass"

**Reader...you may think that it stops here.
That I learned my lesson. (Believe me, this is not the first time I have had to learn this lesson) But, surely not to disappoint.....it doth not end-eth here..eth**

So...dear, dear, dumb ass me.....tell me this.
When you were leaving, do you remember seeing same said couple putting groceries in their car?
Do you remember thinking, "I really should go help him fold that wheelchair and put it in the trunk"?
Then, do you remember, as you were driving off in your car, looking in the rear view and watching him do it...and, Im not gonna lie, struggle a bit doing it?
Tell me, what did you do about that?
Oh yeah....you turned right on to 200 West, and drove to work.

Just remember. You didnt hurt that cute little old man.
You didnt hurt his wife.
They didnt battle with themselves about why the spry 30ish looking lady didnt help them.

Nope.

You did, however, hurt yourself.
You totally and completely betrayed yourself.

I am sure that we will have this talk again, about something else.
So I am not going to tell you not to betray yourself again.
However, I would like it to be fewer and further between.

Take care of you, and those around you.

Me.

K.... I swear... I totally had NO IDEA my daughter could do......
this

My apologies.....

So, I feel like I had good reason to make my blog private.
Its MY blog.
But then I found that when I would log on to check out all the blogs that I follow, I would look to see how many comments I had on my last post.
**Just in case you are wondering, my last post was approx. 528 hours ago.....or 31,680 minutes ago, for those who are extreme****
Needless to say, my selfish mind would be sad that there was not more, if any, comments on my posts.

Ok...so I am aware of what you may be thinking...dont comment whats in your head right now.
I KNOW how all that sounds.
1-Go Private
2-Invite only a handful of people to view your blog
3-Get offended because the 15 people that CAN view your blog dont comment on your posts that are so few and far between

D.U.H.

So, I have made it public once again.
Those that were invited to read it below...please continue to read it. This doesnt mean that you are any less special.
Actually...you should feel relieved.
It is no longer only up to the 15 of you to make my blogger life worth living.

I have not felt well over the last couple of days.
I think that I will be much better tomorrow.


Lets stay friends....mmmkkaaayyyy?

This is how-

When you call my place of employment to talk to someone other than me, and I tell you that said other person is on the phone...
please, please, PAH-LEASE....dont ask me how long said person will be on the phone.
Here is what I would like to know......
What special powers is it you think I have in order to know when someone will be done with a phone conversation........???
Future See-er?
Nope, not his chic.
AND....if I could have a special power, it would not be that.
What a downer. See, if someone could see into the future, that doesnt mean that they can change it.
What it does mean is NO MORE SURPRISES!!
Who wants that?
Not me.

If I could have a special power, I think that it would be to change someones mind.
Think of the POWER!!!
Think of the possibilities.....
Think of the FUN!!!

Trust me, it would be fun.