Well-Mannered Frivolity

Mean people suck

I had an encounter with a Very Mean Person today.

I went to the hospital today to visit my mother. She had back surgery yesterday. She has been having execrating pain in her hip and leg for the past month or two. After being given several diagnoses it was determined that she has degenerative disc disease. Her surgery appears to be a success (so far). While back is in considerable pain, her hip and leg are virtually pain free.

Anyway, enough about her. I'll get to my story, because this blog is all about me. :)

I will preface this story by saying it was entirely my fault. As I returned to my car, I noticed the Lexus next to me very slowly backing out of her parking place. As I approached my truck she rolled down her window, pointed at my truck and asked if it belonged to me. I told her it was, and politely asked if there was a problem. She very angrily replied that I had parked so close to her car that she had to crawl in on the passenger side. ---I would like to point out that I drive a giant Ford Excursion and occasionally have trouble maneuvering it into parking places.--- I told her I was very sorry to inconvenience her. Then she wanted to where the hell did I get my drivers license. I once again told her how sorry I was, that is was an accident on my part, and that I would be more careful next time. She then looked my up and down and told me that I was a "stupid, fat bitch. I was dumbstruck, to say the least. I had the presence of mind to not stoop to her level. I calmly replied, "At least I'm not mean." At that point she squealed off in a huff. Well, as much as you can squeal off in a busy hospital parking lot.

As soon as I climbed into my truck I started crying hysterically. I continued to cry all the way home. By the time I got home I was a hot mess. Bill and the children hugged me and talked soothingly to me until I calmed down.

Later on, after I had a chance to calm down, I was able to able to reassess the situation.  Maybe she had just gotten

some bad news a the  hospital. Maybe she was royally ticked at me for the way I parked. Or maybe she just has anger issues.

I meditated for a few minutes to clear my head. I reminded myself that I had to own the situation, accept my responsibility and let it go. I cleared out the negative energy and immediately felt better.

The lesson I learned from this is to be patient and kind to others, especially when they are irritating or frustrating me.

Peace

Wendy

Willie-Bird and Jimbo

Will's nickname is Willie-Bird the Silly-Bird. That's what he like me to call him.

James likes to be called David James Jimbo Fairfull.

I am the only one who humors them in this.

James likes to make messes. He is a human dynamo. He can walk thru a room and clutter and foolishness appear in his wake. He inherited that trait from me.

Will likes to clean. About 3-4 night per week he cleans his room while the rest of us watch TV. At first I thought he might be a tad OCD. But he recently told me he wants to be "one of the Clean House persons" when he grow up. He's not a little off; he  watched too much reality TV. He gets his cleanliness and organizational skills from my dad. He never cleans on the nights we watch wrestling. The boy has is priorities straight.

Will likes jelly sandwiches.

James likes peanut butter sandwiches.

Will likes to wear khakis.

James will only, and I do mean only, wear blue denim.

Will likes to sit on the couch and cuddle.

James likes to run around wild.

James keeps us laughing.

Will keeps us in hugs.

Will and James are like yin and yang. They complement each other perfectly.

They are best friends and never fight.

How can two little people share the same DNA and the same upbringing and be so different?

I have solved the nature/nurture argument.

It's neither.

Peace,

Wendy

Reading

I like to post about books I am reading, but only if the book sounds sufficiently cool or intellectual enough to let the world know I am reading it. I have decided to drop that policy

Earlier this month I read a book by Nora Roberts, Wait! It gets better. I read the book because I watched part of them movie on The Lifetime Movie Network and wanted to know how it ended. Midnight Bayou started off fun enough. It was light and pleasant; I was starting to think that I would like to read all of the ten million books she has written. But then the main characters fell in love. And by falling in love I mean they (as the British put it) shagged every other page. I didn't know breasts could be described so many ways! It was like reading p*rn. The light kind they show on Cinemax.

My next reading foray was a little less stimulating: What Would Buffy Do: The Vampire Slayer as Spiritual Guide. In this book, the author, Jana Reiss actually wrote a spiritual guide book to Buffy the Vampire Slayer. In it Reiss compared Angel to a bodhisattva. Okie-dokie. This was quite a stretch seeing that Buffy creator, Joss Whedon, is an avowed atheist.

I also, from time to time, devour books that would best be described as new-age self-help books. You know, the kind of books Oprah recommends. I am particularly fond of Dr Wayne Dyer. Suffice it to say I know a great deal about attracting positive energy and banishing negative energy. My husband and children think I am nuts.

I've come clean. Please still love me.

Peace,

Wendy

My 25

I saw this little meme floating around on Facebook. I thought I would do it on the blog, because I am obviously suffering from writer's block.

Here's the dealio--Set your iPod (or MP3 player) to shuffle. List the first 25 songs-even if you are embarrassed to let the world know you listen to them.

1. It's 5 O'clock Somewhere--Jimmy Buffett and Alan Jackson

2. Cherub Rock--Smashing Pumpkins

3. If You Don't Love Me I'll Kill Myself--Pete Droge

4. Mr Jones--Counting Crows

5. Sex and Candy--Marcy Playground

6.  Matilda Mother--Pink Floyd

7. I Believe--R.E.M.

8.  Lucky Lisp--Morrissey

9.  Take On Me--Reel Big Fish

10. Crush--DMB

11. Handle With Care-The Traveling Wilburys

12. Haunted--Love and Rockets

13. Don't Download This Song--Weird Al Yankovic

14. King of Pain--The Police

15. You'll See--Rent Soundtrack

16. Pictures of Lily--The Who

17. Angel, Angel, Down We Go Together--Morrissey

18. I Know It's Over--The Smiths

19. Stare--Amy Steinberg

20. Across the Universe--Rufus Wainwright

21. Seasons of Love--Rent Soundtrack

22. Whistling in the Dark--They Might Be Giants

23. Like A Rolling Stone--Bob Dylan

24. Sheep Go To Heaven--Cake

25. Supermassive Black Hole--Muse

<3

Wendy

Need a laugh?

Do yourself a favor and go to Stupid Essays.  I think they are intentionally badly written. If that is the case then the essays are brilliant.

<3

Wendy

Who would you pick.....

...Kevin, Joe or Nick? 

I took Mary Jane and Lila to see The Jonas Brothers Movie at the library today. Let's just say thank God it was free. 75 minutes of pure, unadulterated JoBros (with short interludes by Taylor Swift and Demi Lovato).

Kevin, as I understand it, is engaged. Nick is quite the lady's man. He has broken the hearts of the aforementioned Taylor Swift and Miley Cyrus. Although, sources tell me that he and Miley are back on. Sources chiefly being US Magazine. Yes, I read US Weekly. It's my only one of my weaknesses. Besides, if I didn't read US how would I keep up with the social/love lives of people I've never heard of like Audrina Partridge and Spencer Pratt? (Just for the record, I've never watched a single episode of The Hills. I only watch shows starring pro wrestlers or brooding vampires).

Getting back to the Jonas Brothers (do I have to?)---As I watched the 'movie' I couldn't help but ponder which one was the dreamiest. You know, if I was a 13 year old girl, not a 37 year old perv. I think I would pick Joe. I like Joe's huge eyebrows. Also, you never know what hairstyle Joe is going to go with. Sometimes it's curly, sometimes it's flat ironed. Kevin and Nick always sport the gawd-awful JoBroFro. IMHO, Nick is the worst looking one of the bunch. Plus, he plays the drums like a monkey. I don't understand why all the tweens (man , I hate that word) go for him. Anyway, Joe's name is fun to say. Go ahead, say it--Joe Jonas Joe Jonas--it has a kind of Red Rover type appeal to it.

And, while not overtly talking about them, their purity rings got plenty of air time. I wonder about those rings.

Next week will be much better. The movie is that Return (or is it Escape) to Witch Mountain starring Dwayne Johnson. The Rock, a former wrestler. Now if they will just show a vampire flick......

<3,

Wendy