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...
A
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Friday, March 19, 2010
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.
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.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
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.
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.
Monday, February 22, 2010
So since i told HCG to to go and eff itself, this blog can no longer be dedicated to my HCG journey.
Unless I lose weight.
Then I will tell you.
However, it will be dedicated to whatever else I want to talk about.
Like this:
Yesterday we had a family get together for my sister Erin and Brother Erik birthdays.
We had a fiesta.
There were Margaritas.
Anna and I were in the kitchen. (she is a GREAT hostess)
We were talking about how much fun we have with our family and how much we love each other.
The whole day I was thinking....
"K, this is cool....cuz its a family get together with everyone that is already part of the family...and everyone that will be part of the family as well"
It was a sneak peek.
A glimpse of what it will be.
How it should be.
I get it.
I may be jumping the gun here.
But then Anna said it first.
yeah, we're talking about Brian and Jason.
The new additions.
Jason belongs to Kristin and Brian belongs to Anna.
Remember me talking about Tyes friend Brian that I love so much?
Well, thats him.
Now, dont think that I set Anna and Brian up.
I surely did not.
In fact, I worked against it.....kinda. Only cuz Anna told me that is what she wanted.
Then she came to her senses.
She is glad she did.
I am glad she did.
I know both Brians are glad that she did too.
Now Kristin and Jason.
Well. Let me tell you what he has done to her.
She is soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo happy.
She smiles A LOT!
She is soft, open, and vulnerable.
Not the norm for the not so flattering nick named "ice-princess".
(no lie....but dont worry, she knows this.....im not tellin any secrets)
Both my sisters are being taken care of.
In the ways the everyone wants and deserves.
Kristin....for the first time.
And Anna...in a way she thought she may have lost...forever. But she hasnt.
Some may say that it isnt common to find such love.
But I disagree.
I dont think this kind of love is a miracle.
I think we all have it to give.
We all want to receive as well.
Its just a matter of being open to it.
Or you can choose not to be.
I want to share a video with you.
Most, if not all, of you have seen it.
I posted it on my Facebook.
This is footage that Annas husband Brian Cardall took of them when they were in Peru on there honeymoon.
Brians amazing brother Paul put it to his music.
It is to his song Sweet Escape.
It is such a touching tribute.
After the first 20 times I watched it, I thought "Man, I hope one day I can watch this with out being an emotional mess."
But the truth is....no I dont.
The emotional mess that I am when I watch it is proof to me of my love for Brian and for Anna.
The emotion is sadness, but also joy.
You have to be a robot not to feel the love they have for each other. Not to feel the genuine love that Brian has for people. Not to feel the pure truth in the goodness that he is.
I dont want to be a robot.
***Ok, so since this post, the author of this song and video removed it from You Tube....WTH? Im gonna have to have some words with that man.... :) So sorry. Not here now. But as soon as it is available again, I will post it.****
Test yourself and see......
Sweet Escape
Please....tell me what you think....
in the word of Gracie to her dad over text..... "I Hart you so much!"
Alisa
Unless I lose weight.
Then I will tell you.
However, it will be dedicated to whatever else I want to talk about.
Like this:
Yesterday we had a family get together for my sister Erin and Brother Erik birthdays.
We had a fiesta.
There were Margaritas.
Anna and I were in the kitchen. (she is a GREAT hostess)
We were talking about how much fun we have with our family and how much we love each other.
The whole day I was thinking....
"K, this is cool....cuz its a family get together with everyone that is already part of the family...and everyone that will be part of the family as well"
It was a sneak peek.
A glimpse of what it will be.
How it should be.
I get it.
I may be jumping the gun here.
But then Anna said it first.
yeah, we're talking about Brian and Jason.
The new additions.
Jason belongs to Kristin and Brian belongs to Anna.
Remember me talking about Tyes friend Brian that I love so much?
Well, thats him.
Now, dont think that I set Anna and Brian up.
I surely did not.
In fact, I worked against it.....kinda. Only cuz Anna told me that is what she wanted.
Then she came to her senses.
She is glad she did.
I am glad she did.
I know both Brians are glad that she did too.
Now Kristin and Jason.
Well. Let me tell you what he has done to her.
She is soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo happy.
She smiles A LOT!
She is soft, open, and vulnerable.
Not the norm for the not so flattering nick named "ice-princess".
(no lie....but dont worry, she knows this.....im not tellin any secrets)
Both my sisters are being taken care of.
In the ways the everyone wants and deserves.
Kristin....for the first time.
And Anna...in a way she thought she may have lost...forever. But she hasnt.
Some may say that it isnt common to find such love.
But I disagree.
I dont think this kind of love is a miracle.
I think we all have it to give.
We all want to receive as well.
Its just a matter of being open to it.
Or you can choose not to be.
I want to share a video with you.
Most, if not all, of you have seen it.
I posted it on my Facebook.
This is footage that Annas husband Brian Cardall took of them when they were in Peru on there honeymoon.
Brians amazing brother Paul put it to his music.
It is to his song Sweet Escape.
It is such a touching tribute.
After the first 20 times I watched it, I thought "Man, I hope one day I can watch this with out being an emotional mess."
But the truth is....no I dont.
The emotional mess that I am when I watch it is proof to me of my love for Brian and for Anna.
The emotion is sadness, but also joy.
You have to be a robot not to feel the love they have for each other. Not to feel the genuine love that Brian has for people. Not to feel the pure truth in the goodness that he is.
I dont want to be a robot.
***Ok, so since this post, the author of this song and video removed it from You Tube....WTH? Im gonna have to have some words with that man.... :) So sorry. Not here now. But as soon as it is available again, I will post it.****
Test yourself and see......
Sweet Escape
Please....tell me what you think....
in the word of Gracie to her dad over text..... "I Hart you so much!"
Alisa
Thursday, February 18, 2010
bad words with drops
by noon yesterday (first day on drops from my scheduled interuption) I told hcg to screw itself.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
More drops.....
Back to where I ended.
NICE!
I was going to start my drops again today, but I think that I will start them tomorrow.
Just for 10 more days.
I can do that.
Easy Breezy
'Sept this time, I will continue to take my vitamins.
I need to get prepared tonight.
Get some chicken, asparagus, tomatoes, cabbage and other stuff.....I gotta think of what. Oh yeah, cucumbers.
I really dont want to do it again, but I want to maybe lose 10 lbs more.
So, I have not posted a funny Grace story for a while.
She LOVES to use my phone to text people.
Actually, she has only text 2 people.
Friend Brian is the one that she loves to text the most.
He responds to her and will have a text conversation with her.
ANYWAY.....
Last week she asked me if she could text Brian again.
I told her no. He was at a meeting with Tye.
Then she asked me if she could text my sister Anna.
I told her no.
She asked why.
I told her "Because, Anna is in Arizona."
pause..............................................................
Graces response:
"What...there's no texting in Arizona...........?"
Um....yeah...I guess there is.
Here is my phone.
Lesson: If you are going to say no and have a reason why, that reason needs to be a better one than why the answer should be yes.
Thanks for the lesson oh wise 7 year old.
NICE!
I was going to start my drops again today, but I think that I will start them tomorrow.
Just for 10 more days.
I can do that.
Easy Breezy
'Sept this time, I will continue to take my vitamins.
I need to get prepared tonight.
Get some chicken, asparagus, tomatoes, cabbage and other stuff.....I gotta think of what. Oh yeah, cucumbers.
I really dont want to do it again, but I want to maybe lose 10 lbs more.
So, I have not posted a funny Grace story for a while.
She LOVES to use my phone to text people.
Actually, she has only text 2 people.
Friend Brian is the one that she loves to text the most.
He responds to her and will have a text conversation with her.
ANYWAY.....
Last week she asked me if she could text Brian again.
I told her no. He was at a meeting with Tye.
Then she asked me if she could text my sister Anna.
I told her no.
She asked why.
I told her "Because, Anna is in Arizona."
pause..............................................................
Graces response:
"What...there's no texting in Arizona...........?"
Um....yeah...I guess there is.
Here is my phone.
Lesson: If you are going to say no and have a reason why, that reason needs to be a better one than why the answer should be yes.
Thanks for the lesson oh wise 7 year old.
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