Seeing this every day as I drive into the parking garage makes me sad and appalled. I’m not sure which is the stronger emotion. The ladies who work there are so nice and I don’t have the heart to tell them this is just wrong on so many levels. So what did I do? I took a picture of it to mock on the internets. Because that is the correct thing to do in Lisa-land.
It’s Friday (yey) and raining (yey!) but I have to go into work (boo!).
BBBB – Bethany Beach Birthday Bash
Reason for Bash: Milestone birthday of said cousin
Bashee: Cousin O’Love
Bashers: Me, Cousin & Kid O’Cool, Auntie G, Cousin O’Duh, Niece of Artsy-Fartsy, and five sweet and long-time friends of Bashee
Important things to have on hand: junk food (check), alcohol in various containers and types (check), cake of the ice cream variety (check), general noise and merriment (check and check) and a two year old off his schedule so not his usual sweet self (check)
Also present: the beach (in a brief appearance), discussions of why the Twilight books don’t totally suck and cool things you didn’t know about them, a slow and so-I-hear meandering trolley, and two young men who stopped by to rescue balloons that had drifted up toward the high ceiling and, apparently, flirt with NoAF.
What I learned on my summer vacation weekend of fun in Bethany Beach:
* INFPs (see bottom of this page for what the hell this is) do not do well when thrown into a group of EXTREME E’s. If the closets in the rented house weren’t locked, I would have had to go sit in one.
* Cousin O’Love’s friends adore her and why shouldn’t they? She is an awesome and loving woman who is in her element when surrounded by food, drink, friends and joy. Also, Jesus band-aids rock and even a hard-core Catholic such as CO’L is amused by them. But did she wear the “Jesus is coming – Look busy” pin to mass? Enquiring minds want to know.
* I am a fabulous aunt and am ever thankful that the Universe did not allow me possession of my own child because I would have had to kill myself. This is not busting on my darling Luke O’Love at all; rather, it’s an acknowledgement that even were I younger, I would still want to shoot myself if my day was solely focused on getting my child to drink milk he DOES. NOT. WANT. As proof of my faboo auntie-ness, though, Luke and I walked up and down the same two streets for almost 30 minutes last night while he practiced saying the few words he knows at his young age (which are, for the curious among you: Nemo, Dorrie, and Bruce). See? I rock (in small doses).
* A weekend diet of junk food x3 is not at all good for stomach issues. I think I will need to eat salad and veggies for three days to forestall a riot by my body. We had a sampling of the following (in no particular order): banana bread, fudge, wine, clam dip, shrimp (that wasn’t tooo bad), cookies, french fries from Five Guys, carmel corn from the boardwalk, soda, grapes and cheese.
* Drinking is fun. For about an hour. Then real life intervenes and then it’s not-so-fun. One cannot drink to excess and assist the Cousin O’Cool in chasing a two year old around (one can try but one would suck at it. Just saying). I chose the latter over the former because I am really nice like that. I’m a helper. (Unless you’re doing domestic stuff then just no. I will retire to a bathroom or something.)
* I am a hermit. I can take noise and chaos for a few hours and then I’m done. Two and a half days of it doesn’t seem to work too well for me. I have been in complete silence for almost four hours now and am just starting to feel like normal. Silence and a long, hot shower helped. And internets. Oh, and an unlocked (albeit cluttery) closet is my own “Jesus band-aid”. (heh)
I’m not sure I’ll be invited back next year as I definitely brought the pooper (as in party pooper) and was roundly chastised for going to bed early (i.e. before 2am). I’m pretty sure Auntie G can carry the party banner with Cousin O’Love just fine without me.
This is what fun at the beach looks like
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**INFP: Devoted to those in their inner circle, INFPs guard the emotional well-being of others, consoling those in distress. Guided by their desire for harmony, INFPs prefer to be flexible unless their ethics are violated. Then, they become passionate advocates for their beliefs. They are often able to sway the opinions of others through tact, diplomacy, and an ability to see varying sides of an issue.
INFPs develop these insights through reflection, and they require substantial time alone to ponder and process new information.
I typed out a big long explanation of the issue I mentioned in the post below and after reading it all, I decided it was like foreplay that went nowhere. (Which sucks, so I’ve heard.) And it wasn’t even the issue, as much as what’s underneath it.
Here’s the deal: Someone at work “warned” someone else about me (and my woo-woo ways, apparently) saying that “the devil comes in all kinds of disguises” and to that I loudly respond “What the fucking fuck?” Me? Me? I mean, come on, at least pick something that’s in the realm of possibilities. Last I checked, I was busy feeding my birds and squirrels and chatting with the angels. I’m pretty sure that’s not something the devil would do. (Although I hear Hitler was a vegetarian and a painter so who can say?)
Last year I got a variation on it from a family member who spat it out to me in the most hateful email I have ever received. This time around it was from a co-worker and it was said behind my back. I don’t know that I will confront her because it was not said to me directly and I don’t necessarily want to stir that up at work. However, when I was thinking about it today after writing my earlier screed, it came into my consciousness that the reasons behind the comment and the vicious email were very similar. Each person saw me as trying to take someone from them that they loved and needed. And it didn’t matter that it was never my intention to do that nor did that happen. In their world, I am a threat.
So they poked at me with a sharp stick in a place where they knew it would hurt. And it did. My higher self reminds me that this is all about them and their fears: fears of losing their mother (and mother figure), fear of someone being “different” than them, fear of many things. I’d like to shrug it off. Perhaps that is my challenge: how do I handle attacks upon my beliefs and integrity even as I know the reasons behind it?
In the case of the family member, it took me a whole day to decide how to respond to her because I didn’t want to fling the shit right back at her. (Okay, I wanted to do it. I chose not to do it.) In the case of my co-worker, well, I’m not sure about that yet. I can say that any warmth for her (which was on the wane anyway) is gone. I think civility is all she’s entitled to at this point.
I get why both these women attacked me. And understanding that, I’ve worked hard to find a way of relating to them that comes from a place of compassion. But compassion does not equal me accepting their projected bullshit. They can liken me to the devil if they want or whatever it is that they most fear in their life. That doesn’t say one thing about me and everything about them.
So, that’s not much of a rant, is it? But I just had to get that out there for some reason. (I’m tired of writing all the juicy stuff in my journal. Heh)
Don’t ask what cow tales are. Â Just know that a.) I love them and b.) I shouldn’t. In fact, everything that is in them would also be found on a “Oh for the love of God don’t eat this” list.
To wit: wheat flour, corn syrup, dextrose, sugar, partially hydrogenated  soybean oil, high fructose corn syrup, modified whey, skim milk, cream, mono and diglycerides, salt, lecithin, corn starch, and artificial flavors.
And I should never, ever have bought them to keep in the cookie jar. Because I have them in the evening with coffee and they are so good that you know it’s a sin to be eating them.
(REMINDER TO SELF: don’t buy these any more)
So, yeah. Â Fun ride home over that damn bridge today. Seriously, people. Can you please have your disabled car issues and fires and whatnot AFTER rush hour? It took me an hour and a half to get home tonight and this is getting old. Â I love where I live but the getting here over that bridge day in and day out sucks. Â There’s always something going on which makes getting over it a pain in the ass. Â GRR!
What else can I whine about? Oh yeah – found out another COOKie show in the area (Richmond) but it’s on a weekday in October and no way can I either take a day or two off work and/or drive to Richmond and back in one evening. Â The chicks are all going and I really do want to but … think I must be an adult. Â /sigh/
How cute is my baby? Will she hate me if I call her the Goddaughter of Pudge and Love? Sophia is just too funny. Â Even though she was the one full of attitude early on (she would start snorting when she was pissed), now she’s all love and placidness while her sister Andi takes over as Drama Mama. Â I don’t know how Kim manages all of it – the babies, a full time job (she takes them with her) and everything else she does. I have always been in awe of her abilities to do 100 things at a time (like build huge bookcases or paint the entire house, etc) but she totally rocks.
More tomorrow … and my response to the Queen’s Meme.
This has been both a long and short week – know what I mean? It’s flown by in total but the minutes and hours seemed to be dragging while I was in them. Â Might have had something to do with not having my laptop that made me feel so lost. Â I am rather a creature of habit. Â I get up pretty much at the same time and follow the same routine in the morning. Â The day is variable depending on work, appointments or (bleah) house chores. Â The evenings, though, same as the morning. My little routine carries me. I like it that way, mostly.
So, without my laptop in the evening, I’ve been forced to do other things. (Yeah, Universe, I get it.) Â I did start doing a nightly meditation/prayer thing called the “Rainbow Bridge” from the book “Bridge to Superconsciousness”. Â So, that’s something. Â I am still meandering through “Eclipse” though not as quickly as I did “New Moon”. Â I generally don’t watch much television because to quote a Dire Straits er, Bruce Springsteen song: “57 channels and nothing’s on”. (Thanks for the correction, Gal. And yes, I’d be all over your ass confusing Cookie with Yamin! Teh Horror! heh)
Neighbor Greg came through and managed to jimmy up my laptop cord and get it to work and also put rubber tubing around the outside of the cord so my mangling of it won’t affect how it plugs in. Â Yeah, I know. Â I’m rough with my toys. (If you are my toy, you know this to be true! heh) So, we’re back to the usual routine and that’s good. The forced vacation was a good one, though. Â Made me see that there are other things to do besides random surfing, tweeting and watching videos of sekrit boyfriend.
Just as an aside, I think I’m going to test out a day where I get to be angry and spew my crap all over everyone else. Others get to do it. Why can’t I? Why am I always, always, always the one that just has to endure it? And on the rare occasion that I do make my anger known, things get escalated. Â So, I shut down and just move into a whole different space when I get dumped on. Â As someone who not only feels what *I* am feeling, but often can feel what someone else is feeling, it’s like being dumped on twice as much. Â And takes twice as long to move past it. Â I don’t hold grudges because that just saps my energy. Â And yelling back makes me feel worse and mean and stompy. Â What to do, what to do?
(Reminds self that the heavy bag in the garage is good for times like this.)
I think I will take myself up on that offer. Â Either that or yell at idiot caller #430 which might not be a good idea since I like to have money for food and stuff.
Yes, it’s Friday. Thank Goodness.
Grrr!
Man, I’ve just about had it with this whole laptop/cord issue. Got the new cord yesterday and it works, more or less. Mostly less. The place where it plugs into the laptop is loose and neighbor Greg had it stabilized but even after a while that didn’t work. So, I tried that but to no avail and the only thing that worked was me holding the cord in very tightly. And you know that was a barrel of fun, right? Yeah. I called NG last night to see if he will come work his magic but he was either no en casa or en casa but inebriated. We’ll see what today brings.
I’m pretty sure a new computer is on the horizon and that’s fine for me, once I get all the stuff (i.e. pics and videos of the sekrit boyfriend) off my other laptop. But it really is frustrating. In fact, this has been a week of technological frustrations on several fronts, most of which are messing with my fun. (Shakes fist at the Universe!) This cannot stand.
Please to excuse the whining. We will return to your regularly scheduled program shortly.
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