Shut Up and Listen

Ever been in that political conversation with someone where you just don't see eye to eye? Well, this is my daily life.  I don't mean to disrespect people, in fact, I think I am the most respectful one within the discussion.  However, when you're talking to someone who thinks that their views are the right and only views available, it's like talking to a brick wall.  Same with religion.  See, with me, there is no right or wrong religion. If you believe it with your heart and soul, then what is to say that it isn't correct?  I was raised Catholic and have the core fundamental Catholic beliefs (thought I hate how it is operated from the high levels of the Church) and that doesn't mean my Jewish friend and her beliefs are any less valid than mine.  I am annoyed when I try to talk to people about these subjects and they're so perfect that anything I say is discounted as being "brainwashed" or "not as you were taught".  Well, what does that mean, exactly? Is Religion taught or found?  I believe religion is more found than it is taught.  If you teach a child that you MUST have the same thought process as your own, be-it politics or religion (or anything, for that matter), you take away their RIGHT to make honest, educated and personal viewpoints of their own. 

For those who just can't let someone get a word in on their point of view, I urge you to SHUT THE HELL UP and LISTEN.  Just once. You might learn something.  Hear something that makes a little more sense then what you've been taught!  See, my Grandmother was a Methodist who later converted to Catholicism.  This was a choice she made based on what she had learned on her own and found that the Catholic Church had more similar view points to her own moral and convictions then her current one.  Should she have been flanked for her change of heart? NO! In fact, because of her courage, it was then as a child, I wanted to learn more about other religions to better educate myself on what other people believe.

I have an Uncle who is impossible to talk to when it comes to religion.  He is all mighty, there is nothing you can say or do that will make him respect you; EVEN IF you are agreeing with him!  He's the type that talks and talks and talks about the bible because he can recite it but ask him a genuine question about it and it's all hell breaks loose.  I can never have a regular conversation with him because some how, he works God into the equation.  Not every conversation you have must have God in it! I understand, and even emencly respect people who are devoted to their Religion, as I am quite religious myself, yet I do NOT PUSH my ideas or views on others. I can have a conversation about it and not be judgemental or hateful towards someone with a different viewpoint than myself.  Same for politics.  Raised in a Republican house hold, you can imagine my parents defeat when their little girl changed her political affiliation from conservative to liberal and voted for Obama in the last Presidential Election.  This mortifies them and sometimes causes a few spats every now and then, but I never go after their Republican roots or their believes (even though I can strongly disagree with some of it) because I respect their ability to choose their beliefs, just as I do mine.

So when you find yourself caught in a situation where you can't get a word in because Mr or Mrs Know-it-All wont shut the hell up, just walk away.  Let them know that if you can't say how you feel, they're better off talking to themselves because it has become a one-way conversation.

The End!!

Rachel

Don't drive like an idiot...

...and then act surprised when you cause an accident!

I recently visited my family up north in Philadelphia.  They're on the I95 Stretch, which is a scary beast in and of itself.  On the way home from a day in the city, my friend, who had taken me out on the town for the day, was driving me back to the place I was staying when we saw this little death mobile in red zipping through and around cars like it was nobodies business.  We both looked at each other and agreed on what a turd the driver was being.  As he kept driving, I kept my eyes on the red car, who got more and more bold as they drove.  Then I saw it. A triple lane change between heavy traffic and my friend said "oh geeze, that was a horrible accident".  Now, I didn't see the accident, but I know that the asshole driving the red car cause it.  My friend dialed 911 as we passed three cars on the side of the road, under a bridge.  Two cars were totally smashed, as if they had been trying to avoid something, and slammed into the bridge while the third car, the little red death trap was fine but pulled over.  I saw this tall, lanky punk get out of the car and put his arms up in anger as if to say "did you see me coming?"

I'm sorry dude, if that was me, you wouldn't even have time to put your hands up; your face would be eating cement that fast.  People drive like fuckin' nuts and they don't expect trouble?  I just hope hope that asshole gets what is coming to him.  He went across three lanes, forces two cars to swerve to avoid him any THEY ended up colliding because of his stupid antics.  Why do some people feel the need to drive like idiots?  I was telling my friend before the crash "well, lets give him the benefit of the doubt.... he better he going to the hospital or something for his mama" but when he started to drive like a moron, then it became apparent he was showing off for the bitchette in his car.  How embarrassed she must have been. I know I would have been and I certainly would never get into a car with that guy again.

Wait your turn, Bitch!

Picture this. Your town. A local department store.  Ten registers in a row and only two of them are operated by a sales person. Both lines have two people in it.  For whatever reasons that we wont get into (because that's another Bitchin' post), the sales assistants are taking their good ol' time ringing up their customers that you begin to feel flushed in the face.  Its asinine to the point where you just want to scream "What the Fuck is so hard with scanning a stupid outfit?!" Anyway, you stand patiently, as does the woman in the other line.  Both of you have been waiting for quite a while when another shopper hops into the line behind you.  It's now looking like the registers are going to need a little help.  Eventually, someone else makes it to an isle and calls out to help someone.  And doesn't it fucking kick your ass when the person who has been waiting the SHORTEST just goes right over with their big cart of bullshit and starts unloading it while you and the other person, who, as I said, have been waiting for eons, look at each other as if you've just been fucked.  First; Where the hell is common sense and courtesy in this other person? I mean really? REALLY? You think your that big of the shit that you can just mosey on over you way and get in front of everyone who had been waiting before you. Second: Why the hell doesn't the register attendant SAY SOMETHING? Isn't their job to "take the next person in line, please"?  Then, I would also say it would be their job to tell the ignorant assholes that they have to wait their fucking turn and the next person in line is who should have to spot.

This is what happened to your dear old Rachel this afternoon while picking up some running clothes of good ol' Khol's. And you know me.  I don't likely keep my mouth shut.  So of course, I walk my butt over there and plant my stuff down right on top of hers.  "Excuse me!" she says "But what do you think you're doing?"
I look at her and I say "I'm buying my stuff so I can get the hell outta here".  She says " I was here first, wait your turn".  This, as you can imagine, sent Rachel off on a little irate tangent...

"wait MY turn?" I said, picking up her clothes and shoving them into her arms. "Myself and that other young lady have been waiting for these old buzzards to finish up their customers for over 15 minuets and you have the nerve to tell ME to wait MY turn? Oh lady, please, don't do this to me today. I am not going to be much nicer to you."

She was taken aback that I shoved the clothes in her face AND I could see the other woman STILL WAITING in line, snickering as I gently pushed my butt through. "And YOU" I said to the cashier "you have a duty to make sure that this type of thing doesn't happen. It makes people angry. People like me. So ring me out so I can get the heck outta here". 

No words were exchanged after that and I left with my clothes. 

Seriously. 

Rachel.

WINNING!

I know this has been all over the Internet but this stuff with Charlie Sheen has me really going!!  At one end, I feel terrible that such a beautiful human being (not to mention talented) is wasted away.  At the other end is absolute victory for us as we watch him go from worse to even further down the pit.  Songify This' channel on YouTube has done it again with one hellova spectacular music video from blunder to blunder! And it just wouldn't be right NOT to share it here with you, my lovelies.  Because why can't we smile every once and a while after you've been bitched at, cursed at and cut off all day long?  ENJOY!

Alone

I hear the tickin' of the clock

I'm lying here the room's pitch dark

I wonder where you are tonight

No answer on the telephone

And the night goes by so very slow

I hope that it won't end though

Alone

Till now I always got by on my own

I never really cared until I met you

And now it chills me to the bone

How do I get you alone?

How do I get you alone?

You don't know how long I have wanted

To touch your lips and hold you tight,

You don't know how long I have waited

And I was going to tell you tonight

But the secret is still my own

And my love for you is still unknown

Alone

Till now I always got by on my own

I never really cared until I met you

And now it chills me to the bone

How do I get you alone?

How do I get you alone?

How do I get you alone?

How do I get you alone?

Alone, alone

I'm the Bad Girl Now

I never thought I'd see the day where I became "the bad girl".  But all good things must come to an end.  I've lived my life with moral code, grace and poise that I forgot to look out for what's really important; my happiness.  Having been on the receiving end of terrible words, thoughtless actions and endless nights of loneliness it was high time I started exploring more options on what makes ME happy.  If not just for me but for my son.  When my happiness suffers, so does his and this I cannot have.  I have now been on a quest to find out what is right for me in every aspect from men to work to clothes and activities.  I never had a drink in my entire life and now since I have tasted that of which is what those call "tipsy", I wonder to myself "what the hell I was afraid of"? I was the good girl; I didn't drink. I was the good girl, I didn't party. I was the good girl; I didn't pull all-nighters.  I am finding these things to be quite interesting and fun when in the right company.  I've never dated more than one man.  The husband I have kept for years that I am now separated from has been my only knowledge of men and their existence.  Not that I don't love him dearly, people change and grow and in our case, we grew in different directions. Perhaps there will be a time where I will return to him when I feel that we are ready to regain our lives on another level, but for now I am interested in building ME.  Who is ME and what does ME like to do? What are my hobbies? Where do I like to travel?  Where do I want to be in ten years, five years or in one year?  I want to know the answers to these questions yet I am beginning to find out that the answers are harder to get than I have originally thought.  It is way more complicated and, sometimes, draining.  But I'm getting there. Slowly. Step by itty-bitty step.  And I imagine there will be more hurt in this process than in anything I have ever experienced in my life... 

In the Summer of 2010...there was....

Such a lonely day
And it's mine
The most loneliest day of my life

Such a lonely day
Should be banned
It's a day that I can't stand

The most loneliest day of my life
The most loneliest day of my life


Such a lonely day
Shouldn't exist
It's a day that I'll never miss

Such a lonely day
And it's mine
The most loneliest day of my life


And if you go, I wanna go with you
And if you die, I wanna die with you
Take your hand and walk away


The most loneliest day of my life
The most loneliest day of my life
The most loneliest day of my life


Such a lonely day
And it's mine....

It's a day that I'm glad I survived