I find it amazing, no its insane, that people live together, get married or spend whatever ridiculous amount of money to put a life together and then neglect it and let it rot away. And what do they do, well they meet another person, build a life again and let it all rot away again.
How do folks move from happy to unhappy. Well how many times have you sat down with your spouse, in a calm manner, trying to communicate you have a problem and would like your spouse's help with a solution? How many times have they said "oh I see and will do " and your rump again hit the icy cold water of the toilet bowl at 1:00 a.m. surprise! And when you return storming to the bedroom, the blue water running down your legs on the off white carpet - switching on the light to locate a towel and new pj bottoms -- he yells "shut the light off --I'm sleeping." Well, here comes the neglect for again after he promised not to neglect your request again. And what does ongoing neglect cause the anger that causes you to grab the bull horn from under the bed - kept just in case of burglars - and yell into his hairy ears - well let's just say its an f bomb and wait until you want some help! And off you go to sleep unhappy again your wants neglected.
I am not just picking on pants because there is many a pant suit wearer that also signs on to help another but in the long run abandons that promise as we can see by the Mel Gibson melt down. Wonder what promise went bad there? I think it could be she promised sex on a daily basis and decided not to hold up her end of his bargain.
But regardless what is wrong with people?? Why does everyone want to be so unhappy?? Each of us will eventually have a problem and will need help from our spouse to get a solution. Could be Mr. Can't Put The Toilet Seat down has a St. Bernard sick again and he wants the Mrs. to help load Bernie into the car. Well too bad sucker -- you have no help deposits left in your bank account to draw on - you neglected her needs. You are bankrupt! And he then becomes unhappy totally forgetting just last night she and the toilet bowl were kissing cousins for the 100th time.
And what is partnership? Well its supposed to be a balance system of helps from your spouse -- you help me when I need it -- I help you and we stay happy. But when one side of the fence loves to make withdrawals and neglects to make deposits, we have love bankruptcy. Basically people who could be happy together, terribly unhappy again, and again and again until they kill the love they once had.
And of course no one takes this deposit/withdrawal system seriously until they find some other guy in bed with the wife. And be dammed if he didn't put the toilet seat down, he looks wonderfully happy and by the look of the wife, she finally looks darn happy too. I guess the real word for HEAVEN is -- COOPERATION! Regardless he made the deposit and he is getting a good return on that little investment.
And so it is silly but true. It isn't the big things in life that cause resentment or unhappiness, its the little things of neglect that kill the love and create unhappiness? Are you a making your requested deposits or just love the withdrawal process??
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Friday, June 25, 2010
Isn't it Romantic???
What's with the tattoo craze??? Turn on the t.v. set and see the unmarried, unstable, the underdeveloped individuals with tattoos of their boyfriend or girlfriend's name, in lovely black ink, letters of 2" high emblazoned across their shoulder, their pectoral muscle or here's the best across the throat. Yep get up close -- looks like it was a botched suicide, but it wasn't -- the jerk let a tattoo artist embroider his girlfriend's name on his throat in Script font, bolded and Italicized.
Now isn't that romantic -- just like branding your cow. Well, have you ever watched Maury when relationships turn from lust to the I HATE HER GUTS SHOW, not just looking for the Baby's Daddy, but now money to have laser surgery.
Can you just imagine ladies -- divorced and having the sot's name staring back at you each and every day of of your life. Yep when the boobs start sagging, the jerk starts heading south -- do you really want that happening?
And what about the cost? These people look like they haven't got rent money, but put enough artwork on their body equivalent to purchasing Andy Warhol's Campbell Soup picture. Now they can't find the money for removal costs!
And let's talk about the new love -- isn't that what you want to see as you lie next to your girlfriend -- Darnell's name on her shoulder and, get this, his portrait the size of your remote control staring back at you. Doesn't that just get you in the mood to propose?
One guy said to the girlfriend, the tattoo goes or I go. Last time I saw her she was holding a scrap of cardboard standing on an island of four lane traffic begging for change - claiming she needed help. Needed help alright -- help to get that dam tattoo off her arm or she wasn't walking down any aisle in the near future.
Now tell me isn't this a painful procedure -- how drunk or drugged out does someone have to be to get a tattoo on your throat, your breast, your pecs, and yes, on places that only your doctor gets to see.
So with all relationships having a 1-3 yr. lust cycle where you somehow stay in a comatose state oblivious to the fact Mr./Mrs. Wonderful has track marks on their arm, reports to their Parole officer every Friday, and is doing 6 months of community service, shouldn't we pause on the Tatts? And that's that!
Now isn't that romantic -- just like branding your cow. Well, have you ever watched Maury when relationships turn from lust to the I HATE HER GUTS SHOW, not just looking for the Baby's Daddy, but now money to have laser surgery.
Can you just imagine ladies -- divorced and having the sot's name staring back at you each and every day of of your life. Yep when the boobs start sagging, the jerk starts heading south -- do you really want that happening?
And what about the cost? These people look like they haven't got rent money, but put enough artwork on their body equivalent to purchasing Andy Warhol's Campbell Soup picture. Now they can't find the money for removal costs!
And let's talk about the new love -- isn't that what you want to see as you lie next to your girlfriend -- Darnell's name on her shoulder and, get this, his portrait the size of your remote control staring back at you. Doesn't that just get you in the mood to propose?
One guy said to the girlfriend, the tattoo goes or I go. Last time I saw her she was holding a scrap of cardboard standing on an island of four lane traffic begging for change - claiming she needed help. Needed help alright -- help to get that dam tattoo off her arm or she wasn't walking down any aisle in the near future.
Now tell me isn't this a painful procedure -- how drunk or drugged out does someone have to be to get a tattoo on your throat, your breast, your pecs, and yes, on places that only your doctor gets to see.
So with all relationships having a 1-3 yr. lust cycle where you somehow stay in a comatose state oblivious to the fact Mr./Mrs. Wonderful has track marks on their arm, reports to their Parole officer every Friday, and is doing 6 months of community service, shouldn't we pause on the Tatts? And that's that!
Saturday, March 20, 2010
SMOKING KILLS AND SO DOES DIVORCE
Do you not think we need a HERSTORY TEAROOM? I do. I think there should be a place for the about to be, or the lonely divorcees to go for a tea and a talk. The friends and family grow weary nor are they neutral. Unload the load so to speak -- not like Jesse James did. And lets hope America's sweetheart, Sandra Bullock is buying a pearl handle pistol right now and is using nectarine size prunes for target practice for her gorilla.
Anyhow we need a lady place, kind of like Cheers without a brainless, sex maniac behind the bar giving out drinks and retarded lets go bachelor manvice. Yep, a tea and a talk. Nothing better because SMOKING KILLS AND SO DOES DIVORCE. Divorce is on the rise and folks are dropping like flies.
To prove my point this week I stopped dead in my tracks to see a $1.00, beaded wool sweater blowing in the breeze on the sale racks of Giant Tiger. (come on ladies you can't even buy a muffin for a dollar) then remarked , " A SWEATER FOR A DOLLAR" and some woman passing by said "really."
Well, as you all know, conversation is like a good game of ping pong. I opened, she returned and I again served with " this would be a great Xmas gift for a daughter -- she would think she was really loved." The return "yes, but I'm already storing enough stuff for mine when she comes to Canada."
My return " yeah but its a sweater for a buck " and the hard drive slam of truth "I still need to cram in two chairs from Kitchener she bought off Kijiji and I just dread calling my ex husband for a favor to get them. " Well, we were off to the tea room for a tea and a talk with a lonely divorcee.
I believe every woman has a HERSTORY. A tragic love story. Why do I say that? Well I believe love is harsh. Hard to find, hard to sustain, hard to get over. Marriage, without work and instruction turns into Frustration and Misery, not Strength and Support as we believe. Its like the labour lie -- "labour that's like a bad period." It is as close to dying as I want to go. No the truth of marriage -- 50% divorce; 40% stay married; only 10% report having a happy life, loving marriage. That's research -- not mine. And many a woman or man believes the other is happy but if that were so, extra marital affairs would not be on the rise.
Anyhow, five hours and three teas later, the Giant Tiger Lady's love STORY had more pain than loosing five fingers in a buzz saw accident. It was a holocaust of three divorces, 2 kids alienated to punish her for leaving, poverty of leaving; a 30 year unrequited love that, if I wrote this down, would bring all of you to your knobby knees including me. It almost made my story look good. It was what should be written down in the books about marriage crazy with a how not to be happily married manual. And in due respect to this lady, she did the best she knew how and she was just another casualty of marriage don't know how.
That was Tuesday. On Wednesday, as I stood on my front lawn talking to a neighbour passing by, I was told my Go To Guy across the street had died in his sleep. Also her sister just found out her husband had a girlfriend and was leaving her. She too was entering Divorce Hell and not doing well.
As for my 77 year old Go To Guy's marriage -- he used to joke about when the wife was alive, he hid out in his back tool shed. He said " when I thought the storm blew over and I would throw my hat in the back door and ask if it was safe to come in." I wondered when he got to the other side was the wife waiting with a list including, why did you wear that tie with those socks at your funeral?
As for my neighbour, she was advising her sister to photo copy the RRSPs, Life Insurance, house documents and do not pass go, do not collect $200 but run to find a really good divorce lawyer stat. Whoa Nelly!
Anyhow, isn't our education system a sad state of affairs, that so much of our learning is wasted on career building (you heard me, wasted) and not on relationship building. We will see if Miss Bullock's personal life will affect her professional life. Again, another Cinderella fan or so she sounded on Oscar night.
Anyhow, as I sat across the table from this wiped out woman, I looked in the eyes of defeat and had nothing hopeful to say to 73, except, my mother found love at 84. I saw a glimmer of hope in the face of a three time marriage loser who admitted to me she came pretty close to suicide before Xmas.
I salute shows popping up like Marriage Ref and hopefully that will be a trend that will wipe out sad, lonely divorced eyes. A wife's stuffed, departed prize poodle glaring at you while you eat dinner is enough to drive man to the divorce lawyer or on the down low to a negotiable woman. I don't think all affairs are with single women. Little things in life don't mean much, but in marriage they do mean everything.
I for one wish all people would stop glorifying the word divorce -- stop putting it as an option on the marital table and let's have more marriage rehab and more reality shows promoting how to negotiate and eradicate the unhappy marriage if not for our sakes, but our kids. Elizabeth Taylor's divorce rate will probably be the norm for our offspring if we don't STOP THE MARITAL INSANITY.
Yes, it has become and been sold as our divine right to divorce, and some abused should, but what does that divorce really smell, taste, and sound like. It smells like Kraft dinner because after you pay the child support, spousal support, and your bills, Kraft dinner is your mainstay. It tastes like acid. Its the acid reflux you taste when you are stressing over having to call the ex and beg for the late spousal support cheque. The acid reflux when you know you have to sit at the hockey game, school play, kid's wedding with his fling of the month, nuzzling all over each other because the kids want you both there. And the sounds -- you cracking the child proof lid on the milk of magnesia bottle, or another bottle of wine to drown out the sadness. Its the bedroom door that slams often --its the yelling so loud the neighbours call 911 over the kids being dropped off at 11:00 on a school night for the 6th time -- its the sound of yelling because he has cancelled your vacation again. Its the sound of your screams in your pillow when you get the ridiculous lawyer's bill for $30,000 and your half of the house was $28,000 after your paid off the credit cards or the sounds of grieving of so many broken dreams.
Yep -- its not really the Marriage Ref show we need, but its a good start to monitor the selfishly married or preventing the selfish getting married. We don't need Dancing with the Stars as much as Trading Divorced Spaces. I know a divorced guy who just happily gave up his casa, than do marital repair for a remodel of a shack the size of my two car garage. He has a dumpster parked out front for his 400 sq. ft. party palace. However, one little glitch. I doubt he has enough moola for drywall and the guy's friends -- what wife lets her guy hang around with the divorced guys?
And so, high ho, high ho, its off to the personals he goes, with so little he knows, about how marriage goes, high ho, high ho!!
Anyhow we need a lady place, kind of like Cheers without a brainless, sex maniac behind the bar giving out drinks and retarded lets go bachelor manvice. Yep, a tea and a talk. Nothing better because SMOKING KILLS AND SO DOES DIVORCE. Divorce is on the rise and folks are dropping like flies.
To prove my point this week I stopped dead in my tracks to see a $1.00, beaded wool sweater blowing in the breeze on the sale racks of Giant Tiger. (come on ladies you can't even buy a muffin for a dollar) then remarked , " A SWEATER FOR A DOLLAR" and some woman passing by said "really."
Well, as you all know, conversation is like a good game of ping pong. I opened, she returned and I again served with " this would be a great Xmas gift for a daughter -- she would think she was really loved." The return "yes, but I'm already storing enough stuff for mine when she comes to Canada."
My return " yeah but its a sweater for a buck " and the hard drive slam of truth "I still need to cram in two chairs from Kitchener she bought off Kijiji and I just dread calling my ex husband for a favor to get them. " Well, we were off to the tea room for a tea and a talk with a lonely divorcee.
I believe every woman has a HERSTORY. A tragic love story. Why do I say that? Well I believe love is harsh. Hard to find, hard to sustain, hard to get over. Marriage, without work and instruction turns into Frustration and Misery, not Strength and Support as we believe. Its like the labour lie -- "labour that's like a bad period." It is as close to dying as I want to go. No the truth of marriage -- 50% divorce; 40% stay married; only 10% report having a happy life, loving marriage. That's research -- not mine. And many a woman or man believes the other is happy but if that were so, extra marital affairs would not be on the rise.
Anyhow, five hours and three teas later, the Giant Tiger Lady's love STORY had more pain than loosing five fingers in a buzz saw accident. It was a holocaust of three divorces, 2 kids alienated to punish her for leaving, poverty of leaving; a 30 year unrequited love that, if I wrote this down, would bring all of you to your knobby knees including me. It almost made my story look good. It was what should be written down in the books about marriage crazy with a how not to be happily married manual. And in due respect to this lady, she did the best she knew how and she was just another casualty of marriage don't know how.
That was Tuesday. On Wednesday, as I stood on my front lawn talking to a neighbour passing by, I was told my Go To Guy across the street had died in his sleep. Also her sister just found out her husband had a girlfriend and was leaving her. She too was entering Divorce Hell and not doing well.
As for my 77 year old Go To Guy's marriage -- he used to joke about when the wife was alive, he hid out in his back tool shed. He said " when I thought the storm blew over and I would throw my hat in the back door and ask if it was safe to come in." I wondered when he got to the other side was the wife waiting with a list including, why did you wear that tie with those socks at your funeral?
As for my neighbour, she was advising her sister to photo copy the RRSPs, Life Insurance, house documents and do not pass go, do not collect $200 but run to find a really good divorce lawyer stat. Whoa Nelly!
Anyhow, isn't our education system a sad state of affairs, that so much of our learning is wasted on career building (you heard me, wasted) and not on relationship building. We will see if Miss Bullock's personal life will affect her professional life. Again, another Cinderella fan or so she sounded on Oscar night.
Anyhow, as I sat across the table from this wiped out woman, I looked in the eyes of defeat and had nothing hopeful to say to 73, except, my mother found love at 84. I saw a glimmer of hope in the face of a three time marriage loser who admitted to me she came pretty close to suicide before Xmas.
I salute shows popping up like Marriage Ref and hopefully that will be a trend that will wipe out sad, lonely divorced eyes. A wife's stuffed, departed prize poodle glaring at you while you eat dinner is enough to drive man to the divorce lawyer or on the down low to a negotiable woman. I don't think all affairs are with single women. Little things in life don't mean much, but in marriage they do mean everything.
I for one wish all people would stop glorifying the word divorce -- stop putting it as an option on the marital table and let's have more marriage rehab and more reality shows promoting how to negotiate and eradicate the unhappy marriage if not for our sakes, but our kids. Elizabeth Taylor's divorce rate will probably be the norm for our offspring if we don't STOP THE MARITAL INSANITY.
Yes, it has become and been sold as our divine right to divorce, and some abused should, but what does that divorce really smell, taste, and sound like. It smells like Kraft dinner because after you pay the child support, spousal support, and your bills, Kraft dinner is your mainstay. It tastes like acid. Its the acid reflux you taste when you are stressing over having to call the ex and beg for the late spousal support cheque. The acid reflux when you know you have to sit at the hockey game, school play, kid's wedding with his fling of the month, nuzzling all over each other because the kids want you both there. And the sounds -- you cracking the child proof lid on the milk of magnesia bottle, or another bottle of wine to drown out the sadness. Its the bedroom door that slams often --its the yelling so loud the neighbours call 911 over the kids being dropped off at 11:00 on a school night for the 6th time -- its the sound of yelling because he has cancelled your vacation again. Its the sound of your screams in your pillow when you get the ridiculous lawyer's bill for $30,000 and your half of the house was $28,000 after your paid off the credit cards or the sounds of grieving of so many broken dreams.
Yep -- its not really the Marriage Ref show we need, but its a good start to monitor the selfishly married or preventing the selfish getting married. We don't need Dancing with the Stars as much as Trading Divorced Spaces. I know a divorced guy who just happily gave up his casa, than do marital repair for a remodel of a shack the size of my two car garage. He has a dumpster parked out front for his 400 sq. ft. party palace. However, one little glitch. I doubt he has enough moola for drywall and the guy's friends -- what wife lets her guy hang around with the divorced guys?
And so, high ho, high ho, its off to the personals he goes, with so little he knows, about how marriage goes, high ho, high ho!!
Monday, January 18, 2010
Happily Unbridaled Again??
Well the start of 2010 and I launched that by going to the Bridal Show -- totally something I have never done before. Kind of funny to think of Divorcees flocking to Bridal shows but I'm sure there was a ton there. Between the rockin motor home out front decked out like a night club -- just missing John Travolta and a three piece white suit -- the three tier cakes surrounded in lights and belted in 3" of rhinestones, the chocolate cupcakes covered in dark chocolate and sprinkled with real gold dust, shizaam! What prizes can the world present to make this the day of days? And why wouldn't the marriage pale in comparison to this movie star event???
Well as this divorcee was standing there watching this parade of elegant products trying not to let divorcee madness ruin the dream theme -- snazzy, glam, elegant, well I was thinking about the Divorcees and should we not have representation? How about the UNBRIDALED SHOW. Humor is the medicine to help ease the event that changes ever aspect of your life. Often times it affects your sense of humor. Not being gender biased, the following is a good laugh for the day for all the gay Divorcees, soon to bes, and wannabes:
A 90 yr. old couple decided to get a divorce. The judge was shocked and said "you've been married 70 years and now you want a divorce? Why did you wait so long?" The couple said in unison "well we wanted to wait until all the kids were dead!"
A Woman's Perfect Breakfast:
You're sitting at the breakfast table....
You're son's picture is on the Box of Wheaties,
Your daughter's picture on the cover of Fortune,
Your boyfriend is on the cover of Playboy,
and your husband, is on the back of a milk carton!!!
Instead of getting married again, I am going to find a woman I don't like and just give her the car.
Love may be blind, but marriage is a real eye opener.
35% of people who use the personal ads for dating are already married.
90% of men kiss their wife goodbye when they leave the house.
10% kiss their house goodbye when they leave the wife.
First Guy (Proudly) "my wife's an Angel!"
Second Guy "you're lucky -- my wife's still alive."
Why are hurricanes usually named for a woman? Because when they arrive they're wet and wild, but when they go they take the house and car.
For Sale -- Wedding Dress Size 12, worn only once by mistake!!
Why is divorce so expensive? Answer: Because it's worth it!!
Yea my husband and I just split up. I finally faced the fact that we're incompatible. I'm a Virgo and he's an asshole.
I've never been married, but I tell people I'm divorced so they won't think something is wrong with me.
And does that say enough -- DO WE NEED AN UNBRIDALED SHOW FOR GAY DIVORCEES???????
Well as this divorcee was standing there watching this parade of elegant products trying not to let divorcee madness ruin the dream theme -- snazzy, glam, elegant, well I was thinking about the Divorcees and should we not have representation? How about the UNBRIDALED SHOW. Humor is the medicine to help ease the event that changes ever aspect of your life. Often times it affects your sense of humor. Not being gender biased, the following is a good laugh for the day for all the gay Divorcees, soon to bes, and wannabes:
A 90 yr. old couple decided to get a divorce. The judge was shocked and said "you've been married 70 years and now you want a divorce? Why did you wait so long?" The couple said in unison "well we wanted to wait until all the kids were dead!"
A Woman's Perfect Breakfast:
You're sitting at the breakfast table....
You're son's picture is on the Box of Wheaties,
Your daughter's picture on the cover of Fortune,
Your boyfriend is on the cover of Playboy,
and your husband, is on the back of a milk carton!!!
Instead of getting married again, I am going to find a woman I don't like and just give her the car.
Love may be blind, but marriage is a real eye opener.
35% of people who use the personal ads for dating are already married.
90% of men kiss their wife goodbye when they leave the house.
10% kiss their house goodbye when they leave the wife.
First Guy (Proudly) "my wife's an Angel!"
Second Guy "you're lucky -- my wife's still alive."
Why are hurricanes usually named for a woman? Because when they arrive they're wet and wild, but when they go they take the house and car.
For Sale -- Wedding Dress Size 12, worn only once by mistake!!
Why is divorce so expensive? Answer: Because it's worth it!!
Yea my husband and I just split up. I finally faced the fact that we're incompatible. I'm a Virgo and he's an asshole.
I've never been married, but I tell people I'm divorced so they won't think something is wrong with me.
And does that say enough -- DO WE NEED AN UNBRIDALED SHOW FOR GAY DIVORCEES???????
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
SURROUND SELF WITH ENCOURAGERS
Simeon Ford, the proprietor of the Old Grand Union Hotel in New York said, "you don't need to know anything about a hotel to run one. You just open up and the customers tell you how to run it."
That must be true of other businesses, too. I heard of a newspaper editor who called in her assistant and handed him a stack of papers. "These are suggestions sent in by subscribers on how to run our paper. Make sure you carry them out," she said.
He did. He carried them out and dropped them in the trash bin.
Many people are quick to suggest, and quicker to criticize. When asked why she was always so critical, one woman said, "I guess I just have a knack for seeing other people"s faults!" (There's a gift she could hide under a bushel.)
CRITICIZERS are not hard to find. What the world needs are ENCOURAGERS. NoT more people to find fault, but people to point out our strengths and encourage us to excel. The most successful people look for positive qualities. They see potential where others see failure and problems. And they encourage success in others.
Mark Twain put it like this: "Keep away from people who try to belittle your ambitions. Small people always do that! Really great make you feel that you too, can become great."
Who do you spend time with? criticizers -- ENCOURAGERS? Which are you? Surround yourself with those who believe in you. Be the person you want others to be.
That must be true of other businesses, too. I heard of a newspaper editor who called in her assistant and handed him a stack of papers. "These are suggestions sent in by subscribers on how to run our paper. Make sure you carry them out," she said.
He did. He carried them out and dropped them in the trash bin.
Many people are quick to suggest, and quicker to criticize. When asked why she was always so critical, one woman said, "I guess I just have a knack for seeing other people"s faults!" (There's a gift she could hide under a bushel.)
CRITICIZERS are not hard to find. What the world needs are ENCOURAGERS. NoT more people to find fault, but people to point out our strengths and encourage us to excel. The most successful people look for positive qualities. They see potential where others see failure and problems. And they encourage success in others.
Mark Twain put it like this: "Keep away from people who try to belittle your ambitions. Small people always do that! Really great make you feel that you too, can become great."
Who do you spend time with? criticizers -- ENCOURAGERS? Which are you? Surround yourself with those who believe in you. Be the person you want others to be.
Life is too important for anything else!!!!!!
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Ten, Night, Eight,..........HAPPY 2010 new Divorcees!!
Well the Ontario weather crap shoot starts tonight!!! Did you ever wonder, along with why you weren't born into the Manson family, why you were born in Ontario ? I for one have often wondered why I was not born in Florida, Vegas and New Awlins? Especially on the two most important days of the year -- Xmas and New Years -- hell hath no fury like a Canadian winter eh?
And so for many of the female New Years Eve goers -- donning a down filled coat, Sorrel gum boots, Columbia mitts and a balaclava over the new doo and your strapless black sateen party gown -- good luck Sister! With that amazing entrance - you won't die of frostbite but you may get a 911 call as a potential home invader. However, you will make the 12 Bars of Xmas and hearing Guy Lombardo's SHOULD ALL ACQUAINTANCES BE FORGOTTEN pounded out in a techno frenzy by Lady Ga Ga.
I recall one dry spell! A New Year's Eve a hundred years ago! A friend of mine asked me if I would go on a blind date with a US Marine named Gene. Why, because as is the case, he was the tag along friend, who probably had the gas that drove the other ass to Canada. And now that he had served his purpose, well what do we do with sailor Gene? Call Arlene! She can stop on a dime and give you nine cents change. And so off we went to a New Years Eve to the Boat House on Dows Lake in Ottawa. For any of you who don't know the spot -- floating night club with a gang plank walkway -- covered in snow and black ice.
I for one knew I could behave myself . I knew there would be a going and a coming home safely. But as I looked around -- on a blind date there is always plenty of looking around time -- I thought how much alcohol can some women consume on New Years Eve and expect to get home alive? Isn't it amazing how the more women drink they actually think they dance better, get more sexy, charming and beautiful. They arrive looking like a beaten down Rosanne Barrs and after a bucket of Screwdrivers, are flipping their hair, strutting around the place like Anna Nicole Smith and are soon to be doing Coyote Ugly braless on the hood of someone's car screaming "I want my Jerry beads!"
Well, as I was leaving this place, I happened to look up ahead and saw two drunkin bums carrying one bombed out chick . Yep, they skid across the gang plank and dropped her on her head. What are women thinking -- in Ontario winter -- drinking and walking on black ice on stillettos? Worse letting two drunks carry you? Anyhow, I'm sure this chick's morning headache was a concussion not a hang over. I hope the morning of 2010 will not produce an array of unknown bumps on your head but a good awakening thud to what is Divorcees.
So tonight -- are you doing the 2010 New Year blind date thing-- going out single -- staying home alone, dancing with the drapes, crying in your white wine, waiting for the ball to drop? Well you are in good company! According to stats, 50% of married females will become fashionably dysfunctional courtesy of divorce!
So if 2009 was your first year of DDay, no doubt you may still be in the self esteem building phase! Don't fear! The winter may be cold in Ontario, eh, but this could be your getting hot year! I know it was embarrassing to prance around in a white dress, hold hands, openly admit to love, honour and obey (and there's were the trouble started), stand beside in good and bad, and then he decided to reject you.
However, God Bless his little pointed head, he needs a divorce stat. In fact right now he is getting fitted for one of those little helmets as well. This is the 2000s women -- see divorce papers as liberation papers from stupidity and Mennonite ville.
So tonight, if you are purposefully staying home to burn hubby's face out of your wedding pictures and plug in Brad Pitts, halt!! Don't you think Jennifer Aniston sat where you sit sister a few New Years Eves ago? And since that time with the release of Bad Brad's required divorce -- which canceled catering to hubby -- not making pictures to be with him -- or taking lesser projects to protect his ego -- our Jennifer has done more movies and moved her star power up with all her free develop me Jennifer time. So was Brad's requested divorce a curse or a key to her? The required key -- the key he opened the golden bird cage door so Jennifer's ego could soar. So she could freely fly without guilt of hurting his ego?
This might be the night to make a New Year's resolution to watch First Wives Club a hundred million times!! You might get inspired to fit into that white leather suit like Goldie Hawn but more importantly, really get it. Women are smart!!!! Some men don't fit well with smart women! Women know that like female dogs instinctively know to squat but don't want to verbalize it, but they do it in other ways.
Women have been dumbing down since kindergarten. You know what I mean. When your little boyfriend Brian said "did you get what two and two is" you lied. You lied and said "no " to protect his ego. Well now when Brian doesn't get two and two, you call him a dumb ass, or exhale dumb ass, but either way, it comes out dumb ass. Anyhow, I cite Bill and Hillary Clinton as exhibit A. If his ego could take not being President he probably would have asked for a divorce to be with his ego building young and naive Monica because lawyer, senator, Hillary certainly knows what two and two is -- boy does she know what two and two is. Smart women do not to have oral sex in the Oval office! Cameras and staff kids!!
But to survive the "somethings wrong here" flying comfortably out of the marital cage, you will need sisters like Goldie, Diane and Bette because that is the sanity and ego building medicine you are missing right now. You do not need a man requiring you to dumb down one more time into a ball snapper Monica Lewinsky so he can lead the team. Hello you are in your 50s -- this isn't kindergarten! You know how to drive the car better than him, balance the bank book, etc. and what's with the blue socks with the brown suit? Women intimidate the hell out of men. How do you squash that? Some people say, women marry down and men will never leave you! Doubt that one when all he hears is women huffing and puffing about his dumb, dumber and dumbest.
Watch women walk down the street -- leaning on his arm like they became too weak to stand up -- low blood pressure maybe? Be a Scarlett OHara and not a Melanie Wilks --premeditated divorce feels like an arson attack on Tara. And as God Is your Witness, you will thank the arsonist when you see you are the undiscovered capable Mistress of the Plantantion, and Rhett, well -- he'll become an invited guest, but there won't be any hidden agenda who is the smartest.
So tonight think about it? What is divorce --just a piece of paper that said, you are too dam smart for me and I need out! I need someone lesser to keep my ego in check. And if you really watch First Wives Club you will see that out of three forced divorce smart women who came together not just to build a center for women, but one got cheer leaded to Broadway; another to putting the husband as an employee of their company and the other buying back the business. These smarties pooled their ideas, assets and energy and sang down the street "You don't own me -- I'm not just one of your many toys." Right on sister -- you are the CEO of the toy company courtesy of unwanted DIVORCE papers.
So find your smart women -- your cheerleaders, ball snappers, asset lenders, who can drag you back to doing something with your -- smartness. Knock off the advice -- show him go get another guy and raise him to greatness -- that will make him mad. What will make him mad will be to see all that hidden talent and smartness that you squashed away spent on you and move you into some kind of material greatness.
And sometimes, as great as your own biological sisters are, they can't be your cheerleaders because they don't get the pain of the divorce ego smashing. They only see you in relationship to how they know you. How could my little sister run a company -- she couldn't organize our closet or make the sign for our Freshie Stand? Well are we stuck at 4? Coras Franchise was a forced divorce great as well as Paula Deen's big business. Divorce brings out the greatness in smart women because without a DIVORCE, we wouldn't have push to fire off those great omelette's.
And your mother and sisters wouldn't send 50 pizzas to their husband's house to piss him off -- that's mean -- well another divorcee will get it and high five you when you do it for ego healing reasons and he gets the bill. So sometimes, sadly, a biological sister might be a stick in your spokes when it comes to your recovery and discovery.
So for a New Years Resolution, may we all have a year in which we rekindle, develop and honor smart women. Thank those smart women who hear us, hold us, heal us, and HIGH FIVE US our smart selves. And as you need smart woman cheerleader/ball snappers, commit to become one forever. Don't drop the smart sisters and dumb down when Rhett walks by again. As I said since Grade One we knew the truth -- dumbing down can last only so long in any relationship so you know the probable outcome unless he is very okay with having a very smart wife.
In summary, Smarten Up Sister. Don't let drunkin guys carry you out to your car tonight or that fall on the head may leave you asking "what's two and two" like some folks we know???
And so for many of the female New Years Eve goers -- donning a down filled coat, Sorrel gum boots, Columbia mitts and a balaclava over the new doo and your strapless black sateen party gown -- good luck Sister! With that amazing entrance - you won't die of frostbite but you may get a 911 call as a potential home invader. However, you will make the 12 Bars of Xmas and hearing Guy Lombardo's SHOULD ALL ACQUAINTANCES BE FORGOTTEN pounded out in a techno frenzy by Lady Ga Ga.
I recall one dry spell! A New Year's Eve a hundred years ago! A friend of mine asked me if I would go on a blind date with a US Marine named Gene. Why, because as is the case, he was the tag along friend, who probably had the gas that drove the other ass to Canada. And now that he had served his purpose, well what do we do with sailor Gene? Call Arlene! She can stop on a dime and give you nine cents change. And so off we went to a New Years Eve to the Boat House on Dows Lake in Ottawa. For any of you who don't know the spot -- floating night club with a gang plank walkway -- covered in snow and black ice.
I for one knew I could behave myself . I knew there would be a going and a coming home safely. But as I looked around -- on a blind date there is always plenty of looking around time -- I thought how much alcohol can some women consume on New Years Eve and expect to get home alive? Isn't it amazing how the more women drink they actually think they dance better, get more sexy, charming and beautiful. They arrive looking like a beaten down Rosanne Barrs and after a bucket of Screwdrivers, are flipping their hair, strutting around the place like Anna Nicole Smith and are soon to be doing Coyote Ugly braless on the hood of someone's car screaming "I want my Jerry beads!"
Well, as I was leaving this place, I happened to look up ahead and saw two drunkin bums carrying one bombed out chick . Yep, they skid across the gang plank and dropped her on her head. What are women thinking -- in Ontario winter -- drinking and walking on black ice on stillettos? Worse letting two drunks carry you? Anyhow, I'm sure this chick's morning headache was a concussion not a hang over. I hope the morning of 2010 will not produce an array of unknown bumps on your head but a good awakening thud to what is Divorcees.
So tonight -- are you doing the 2010 New Year blind date thing-- going out single -- staying home alone, dancing with the drapes, crying in your white wine, waiting for the ball to drop? Well you are in good company! According to stats, 50% of married females will become fashionably dysfunctional courtesy of divorce!
So if 2009 was your first year of DDay, no doubt you may still be in the self esteem building phase! Don't fear! The winter may be cold in Ontario, eh, but this could be your getting hot year! I know it was embarrassing to prance around in a white dress, hold hands, openly admit to love, honour and obey (and there's were the trouble started), stand beside in good and bad, and then he decided to reject you.
However, God Bless his little pointed head, he needs a divorce stat. In fact right now he is getting fitted for one of those little helmets as well. This is the 2000s women -- see divorce papers as liberation papers from stupidity and Mennonite ville.
So tonight, if you are purposefully staying home to burn hubby's face out of your wedding pictures and plug in Brad Pitts, halt!! Don't you think Jennifer Aniston sat where you sit sister a few New Years Eves ago? And since that time with the release of Bad Brad's required divorce -- which canceled catering to hubby -- not making pictures to be with him -- or taking lesser projects to protect his ego -- our Jennifer has done more movies and moved her star power up with all her free develop me Jennifer time. So was Brad's requested divorce a curse or a key to her? The required key -- the key he opened the golden bird cage door so Jennifer's ego could soar. So she could freely fly without guilt of hurting his ego?
This might be the night to make a New Year's resolution to watch First Wives Club a hundred million times!! You might get inspired to fit into that white leather suit like Goldie Hawn but more importantly, really get it. Women are smart!!!! Some men don't fit well with smart women! Women know that like female dogs instinctively know to squat but don't want to verbalize it, but they do it in other ways.
Women have been dumbing down since kindergarten. You know what I mean. When your little boyfriend Brian said "did you get what two and two is" you lied. You lied and said "no " to protect his ego. Well now when Brian doesn't get two and two, you call him a dumb ass, or exhale dumb ass, but either way, it comes out dumb ass. Anyhow, I cite Bill and Hillary Clinton as exhibit A. If his ego could take not being President he probably would have asked for a divorce to be with his ego building young and naive Monica because lawyer, senator, Hillary certainly knows what two and two is -- boy does she know what two and two is. Smart women do not to have oral sex in the Oval office! Cameras and staff kids!!
But to survive the "somethings wrong here" flying comfortably out of the marital cage, you will need sisters like Goldie, Diane and Bette because that is the sanity and ego building medicine you are missing right now. You do not need a man requiring you to dumb down one more time into a ball snapper Monica Lewinsky so he can lead the team. Hello you are in your 50s -- this isn't kindergarten! You know how to drive the car better than him, balance the bank book, etc. and what's with the blue socks with the brown suit? Women intimidate the hell out of men. How do you squash that? Some people say, women marry down and men will never leave you! Doubt that one when all he hears is women huffing and puffing about his dumb, dumber and dumbest.
Watch women walk down the street -- leaning on his arm like they became too weak to stand up -- low blood pressure maybe? Be a Scarlett OHara and not a Melanie Wilks --premeditated divorce feels like an arson attack on Tara. And as God Is your Witness, you will thank the arsonist when you see you are the undiscovered capable Mistress of the Plantantion, and Rhett, well -- he'll become an invited guest, but there won't be any hidden agenda who is the smartest.
So tonight think about it? What is divorce --just a piece of paper that said, you are too dam smart for me and I need out! I need someone lesser to keep my ego in check. And if you really watch First Wives Club you will see that out of three forced divorce smart women who came together not just to build a center for women, but one got cheer leaded to Broadway; another to putting the husband as an employee of their company and the other buying back the business. These smarties pooled their ideas, assets and energy and sang down the street "You don't own me -- I'm not just one of your many toys." Right on sister -- you are the CEO of the toy company courtesy of unwanted DIVORCE papers.
So find your smart women -- your cheerleaders, ball snappers, asset lenders, who can drag you back to doing something with your -- smartness. Knock off the advice -- show him go get another guy and raise him to greatness -- that will make him mad. What will make him mad will be to see all that hidden talent and smartness that you squashed away spent on you and move you into some kind of material greatness.
And sometimes, as great as your own biological sisters are, they can't be your cheerleaders because they don't get the pain of the divorce ego smashing. They only see you in relationship to how they know you. How could my little sister run a company -- she couldn't organize our closet or make the sign for our Freshie Stand? Well are we stuck at 4? Coras Franchise was a forced divorce great as well as Paula Deen's big business. Divorce brings out the greatness in smart women because without a DIVORCE, we wouldn't have push to fire off those great omelette's.
And your mother and sisters wouldn't send 50 pizzas to their husband's house to piss him off -- that's mean -- well another divorcee will get it and high five you when you do it for ego healing reasons and he gets the bill. So sometimes, sadly, a biological sister might be a stick in your spokes when it comes to your recovery and discovery.
So for a New Years Resolution, may we all have a year in which we rekindle, develop and honor smart women. Thank those smart women who hear us, hold us, heal us, and HIGH FIVE US our smart selves. And as you need smart woman cheerleader/ball snappers, commit to become one forever. Don't drop the smart sisters and dumb down when Rhett walks by again. As I said since Grade One we knew the truth -- dumbing down can last only so long in any relationship so you know the probable outcome unless he is very okay with having a very smart wife.
In summary, Smarten Up Sister. Don't let drunkin guys carry you out to your car tonight or that fall on the head may leave you asking "what's two and two" like some folks we know???
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
How to Have a Better 2010!!!
I can almost hear them hoisting the ball in New York Times Square for the New Years countdown, or the bottles clinking in brown bags coming from the liquor store as folks load up on toasting material. It is like we are all preparing for one gigantic Birthday Party going from 9 to 10. And our hope -- we get better as we age, 2010 will be a better year for us.
I personally like the number 10 because if you look at human development, you certainly had left kindergarten; knew the alphabet, currency, hygiene, how to cook Kraft Dinner and had enough common sense not to let your baby sister eat cigarette butts if your Mother left the room. What am I really saying -- well 10 is the common sense phase number and even in some countries African kids, whose parents have died from Aids are able to be family breadwinners. Seems like we know a few things to carry on.
As I think about 2009 -- well how are the people I know going to address being a year older -- Becoming Better in 2010. Well hold onto your hats Jenny Craig -- fat is where its at. Now that we have Marie Osmond and Valarie Bertinelli on board, Jenny will be a calling. Yesterday I saw a show where a woman had a band of mesh sewn on her tongue, so she cannot chew food and lives on a liquid diet. Dropped a pile. Yes for a lot of women, better in 2010 will be dropping the fat. Accomplish possible -- well did the flying bonzinee take out the Pope at Xmas Mass? Nope but good try lady!
For others high focus will be kicking the drugs, the butts, the booze, the clutter or kicking the husband or the mooching kids out of the house. Again attainable -- does Charlie Sheen know how not to be abusive to women? Nope! But believe me -- there is something about a New Year -- a birth for something better-- that drives people crazy for a while to try some new tricks to have a better life.
Now for me, I would like to recommend how to have a better life in 2010 -- something attainable -- Be a Better Person. Our behavior has great power on our lives. Behavior dictates our Destiny. Our Behavior produces great results -- on the negative or positive side. On the negative side, our negative behavior grows anger, resentment, tension, basically rejection from those around us.
Behavior is the only change we can make in order to make our lives better from the bedroom to the boardroom and there's a lot of social settings in between. I am not taking about becoming as Meek as a Monk but it seems to extreme, Bitchy as a Bitch is now the behavior flavor that is growing ever popular. And what great results does bitchy produce in your world?
And is it possible to pick your behavior. Evident in my day it was called put on your Sunday Best. At home your behavior was whatever you decided (we always abuse the ones we love) and when you left the house, well you changed the rude to polite and the neighbours liked you better than your parents. Ta Da. But behavior is always choice, a thing you control that produces a result.
What is sad is that people measure their behavior against other's bitchy negative behavior and say I'm or it's not so bad here. And if I was not enlightened I would have to agree. To compare your kid who just stole $10 and your Grandmother's ring out of your purse, and hocked it for pot and didn't take the credit cards and max them out like your sister's kid, I guess your kid is better. However, what great result did either kid's negative behavior create? Doubt either of you want to give them a big hug and kiss -- probably hiding out in the car with the CAS number clutched in your hand trying to figure out if you should call for them to take the kid or you for your protection??
So, in order to become better how ridiculous to Measure WHAT IS BETTER against other's behavior. In order for each of us to become a better person, we measure me against me, and pour over results of our actions. Because there will always be individuals ahead of you -- more civil, polite, skilled and moral and morons behind you. Either way, another's behavior doesn't help your cause.
So I hope for anyone who would read my Blog you might just adopt the idea that in order for me to have a better 2010, I need to behave better to all others -- that includes the folks who are family -- at all times. And if I do, my whole world should respond accordingly and what a beautiful world my world will be. Because truthfully, you can be as slim as a dime and behave like a dictator Diva and we won't be singing your praises when they lower the box. However, your going might make the whole world a more beautiful place to be.
I will so miss those who pass over who valued me in their sensitive treatment of me. And in turn, I hope when I listen in on your recall of Arlene stories -- because the other side is all around you -- I will be missed for I no longer exist . A tear will be shed for my positive behavior that hopefully translated into my sensitivity to others.
This is my HOW TO HAVE A BETTER 2010. You can treat everyone around you like you with sensitivity. If you have to pretend that the person who you share a bedroom with is a dear friend, a movie star, someone special whom you love that you don't see often. See how your behavior changes to a sensitive manner towards that person. I doubt you will hog the covers, pass gas like a trucker, run in and out of the bedroom like a bull in a china shop and basically treat them like their needs don't matter to you.
LETS MAKE IT THE YEAR of LETS PRETEND -- I eat, sleep and live with someone I want to impress -- my friend/boss at work -- and just like my work performance review, they will be writing an everyday behavior review (like a restaurant review) and reading it aloud at my Goodbye Party. What would they say today? What would I like them to say?
Actually I have heard of funerals where family members got up and told the truth -- the whole truth and nothing but the truth -- the Hyde side of the Jekyl. Why -- I guess they got enraged at being told how lucky they were to live 24/7 with Mr/Mrs. Nice -- loving, kind -- the two faced Jekyl -- when they actually lived with rude, crude, who gives a shit about you -- Hyde who never let up on their hides.
The guy I am talking about was an adored Kid's Hockey Coach, so the place was packed and jaws dropped as his only son got up, in tears and told how this guy was no hero. He never gave his own family the time of day. And his tears could fill buckets as he spoke of his sister --so emotionally scarred from watching her father fawning all over some other people's kids -- while she starved. Wonder how the old man liked that family goodbye speech. Not classy, but wouldn't it be great if Funerals were the truth tellers of character. Now there's a motivational tool for change.
As I said, it doesn't matter a dam if the other person behaves like an escapee from Deliverance, it is your review that you need to be concerned about being written. And this I can assure you, if what you are doing is selfish, rude, miserable and no doubt you will be getting back anger, irritation and total frustration, you had better clean up your cooking or your review will suck just like the Hockey Coaches. I have never yet seen anger come back from unselfish, sensitive and caring behavior.
So here's the "How To" Have a Better New Year -- be a better behaved person. Be unselfish, sensitive, caring to others and especially your own. Treat them like guests - people you are trying to impress. You will get cooperation, hugs, kisses, and tears and years of misses.
The business for 2010 is minding your own behavior business, minding your manners, creating a great life and hopefully a great goodbye speech.
I personally like the number 10 because if you look at human development, you certainly had left kindergarten; knew the alphabet, currency, hygiene, how to cook Kraft Dinner and had enough common sense not to let your baby sister eat cigarette butts if your Mother left the room. What am I really saying -- well 10 is the common sense phase number and even in some countries African kids, whose parents have died from Aids are able to be family breadwinners. Seems like we know a few things to carry on.
As I think about 2009 -- well how are the people I know going to address being a year older -- Becoming Better in 2010. Well hold onto your hats Jenny Craig -- fat is where its at. Now that we have Marie Osmond and Valarie Bertinelli on board, Jenny will be a calling. Yesterday I saw a show where a woman had a band of mesh sewn on her tongue, so she cannot chew food and lives on a liquid diet. Dropped a pile. Yes for a lot of women, better in 2010 will be dropping the fat. Accomplish possible -- well did the flying bonzinee take out the Pope at Xmas Mass? Nope but good try lady!
For others high focus will be kicking the drugs, the butts, the booze, the clutter or kicking the husband or the mooching kids out of the house. Again attainable -- does Charlie Sheen know how not to be abusive to women? Nope! But believe me -- there is something about a New Year -- a birth for something better-- that drives people crazy for a while to try some new tricks to have a better life.
Now for me, I would like to recommend how to have a better life in 2010 -- something attainable -- Be a Better Person. Our behavior has great power on our lives. Behavior dictates our Destiny. Our Behavior produces great results -- on the negative or positive side. On the negative side, our negative behavior grows anger, resentment, tension, basically rejection from those around us.
Behavior is the only change we can make in order to make our lives better from the bedroom to the boardroom and there's a lot of social settings in between. I am not taking about becoming as Meek as a Monk but it seems to extreme, Bitchy as a Bitch is now the behavior flavor that is growing ever popular. And what great results does bitchy produce in your world?
And is it possible to pick your behavior. Evident in my day it was called put on your Sunday Best. At home your behavior was whatever you decided (we always abuse the ones we love) and when you left the house, well you changed the rude to polite and the neighbours liked you better than your parents. Ta Da. But behavior is always choice, a thing you control that produces a result.
What is sad is that people measure their behavior against other's bitchy negative behavior and say I'm or it's not so bad here. And if I was not enlightened I would have to agree. To compare your kid who just stole $10 and your Grandmother's ring out of your purse, and hocked it for pot and didn't take the credit cards and max them out like your sister's kid, I guess your kid is better. However, what great result did either kid's negative behavior create? Doubt either of you want to give them a big hug and kiss -- probably hiding out in the car with the CAS number clutched in your hand trying to figure out if you should call for them to take the kid or you for your protection??
So, in order to become better how ridiculous to Measure WHAT IS BETTER against other's behavior. In order for each of us to become a better person, we measure me against me, and pour over results of our actions. Because there will always be individuals ahead of you -- more civil, polite, skilled and moral and morons behind you. Either way, another's behavior doesn't help your cause.
So I hope for anyone who would read my Blog you might just adopt the idea that in order for me to have a better 2010, I need to behave better to all others -- that includes the folks who are family -- at all times. And if I do, my whole world should respond accordingly and what a beautiful world my world will be. Because truthfully, you can be as slim as a dime and behave like a dictator Diva and we won't be singing your praises when they lower the box. However, your going might make the whole world a more beautiful place to be.
I will so miss those who pass over who valued me in their sensitive treatment of me. And in turn, I hope when I listen in on your recall of Arlene stories -- because the other side is all around you -- I will be missed for I no longer exist . A tear will be shed for my positive behavior that hopefully translated into my sensitivity to others.
This is my HOW TO HAVE A BETTER 2010. You can treat everyone around you like you with sensitivity. If you have to pretend that the person who you share a bedroom with is a dear friend, a movie star, someone special whom you love that you don't see often. See how your behavior changes to a sensitive manner towards that person. I doubt you will hog the covers, pass gas like a trucker, run in and out of the bedroom like a bull in a china shop and basically treat them like their needs don't matter to you.
LETS MAKE IT THE YEAR of LETS PRETEND -- I eat, sleep and live with someone I want to impress -- my friend/boss at work -- and just like my work performance review, they will be writing an everyday behavior review (like a restaurant review) and reading it aloud at my Goodbye Party. What would they say today? What would I like them to say?
Actually I have heard of funerals where family members got up and told the truth -- the whole truth and nothing but the truth -- the Hyde side of the Jekyl. Why -- I guess they got enraged at being told how lucky they were to live 24/7 with Mr/Mrs. Nice -- loving, kind -- the two faced Jekyl -- when they actually lived with rude, crude, who gives a shit about you -- Hyde who never let up on their hides.
The guy I am talking about was an adored Kid's Hockey Coach, so the place was packed and jaws dropped as his only son got up, in tears and told how this guy was no hero. He never gave his own family the time of day. And his tears could fill buckets as he spoke of his sister --so emotionally scarred from watching her father fawning all over some other people's kids -- while she starved. Wonder how the old man liked that family goodbye speech. Not classy, but wouldn't it be great if Funerals were the truth tellers of character. Now there's a motivational tool for change.
As I said, it doesn't matter a dam if the other person behaves like an escapee from Deliverance, it is your review that you need to be concerned about being written. And this I can assure you, if what you are doing is selfish, rude, miserable and no doubt you will be getting back anger, irritation and total frustration, you had better clean up your cooking or your review will suck just like the Hockey Coaches. I have never yet seen anger come back from unselfish, sensitive and caring behavior.
So here's the "How To" Have a Better New Year -- be a better behaved person. Be unselfish, sensitive, caring to others and especially your own. Treat them like guests - people you are trying to impress. You will get cooperation, hugs, kisses, and tears and years of misses.
The business for 2010 is minding your own behavior business, minding your manners, creating a great life and hopefully a great goodbye speech.
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