Ok…so I’ve been thinking about this a lot. When did chivalry actually die? And why are there just a WHOLE lot of slacker guys out there now?
I was discussing this with Merle and KW the other night. Although I know of a few that are still “gentleman,” there aren’t that many. You know, a few years ago I was standing in the grocery store when a guy came up and cussed in front of me (before I started using a few four-letter words myself). Well, a friend stepped up and said something to the effect of “Watch your mouth, we have a lady present.” How sweet is that? Opening doors, pulling out your chair, etc…what happened to all that??? I’m beginning to think that there are a lot of slacker men out there.
KW recently came up with a very good idea of 5 must-haves in a guy. Here they are (to the best of my knowledge): 1) He must not be married. 2) He must have a job. 3) He must have his own place. 4) He must have a vehicle. 5) He must not be addicted to any substance (alcohol or otherwise). You know what the sad part is??? MOST guys don’t qualify. What is with this? O.M.G. Really??
What is with the guys who a) don’t take responsibility for their actions, b) don’t mind that they have NO ambition to get ahead in life, and c) are content with walking around in a drunken fog all the time? And I swear, if I EVER get hit on by a convicted felon, a man mooching off of the government by being on disability when he COULD work, a fifty + year-old man, or a foreigner that can’t say anything in English besides “can I have your number?”…I’m going to scream.
Slacker men, I tell you, slacker men (she says while shaking her head and rolling her eyes).
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Friday, November 13, 2009
Thankful
You know,…this week has been a tough one. Stressful beyond belief. In fact, I said to my Hannie earlier in the week “I just don’t think I’m strong enough to deal with all of this.” Well, God gave me the strength and I pulled through. I would like to say thank you to all that prayed for me and my family this week. We are far from out of the woods, so your continued prayers are much appreciated.
I’ve thought on this and thought on this. Sometimes we can only try to make the best of bad situations and learn from them. After having my stomach just fall to the floor on Sunday night, I’ve thought about how much I take for granted. Maybe this is God giving me an opportunity to start seeing and being thankful for everything I’m given each day.
So here is what I’m thankful for this week: I am thankful to have the parents that I have and my sister; I’m thankful that I see them each day; I’m thankful that I got to go out with some of my “besties” this week (which got my mind off things for a little while); I’m thankful that KW and I had a wonderful trip last weekend; I’m thankful that I got to see a lot of the older people that I have come to dearly love up there; I’m thankful for the nice people we met on Tuesday; and I am very thankful for all the prayers that were sent up for us this week; and finally I’m thankful for my friends that were there to support and comfort me this week. **I will add here that I absolutely HATE crying in front of people. So I have to say that I am very grateful that a certain guy friend that came to my rescue and made me feel all better on a day when I was ready to crawl in a hole. He knew just what to say when I needed it the most. :)
So, in summation, I am very thankful. People keep saying “take it one day at a time.” Well, that’s great and all (completely ludicrous for a worrier like myself), but I think I’d rather take time each day to make a list of things I’m thankful for. Maybe that’ll keep me centered…and keep me from pulling my hair out…and from the straightjacket. Hehe.
One final thing…I am LOVING this weather. I realize it’s Florida…and bound to change in a day or two. But it’s SO nice! Hot chocolate, warm pajama bottoms,....ooooh....loving it.
I’ve thought on this and thought on this. Sometimes we can only try to make the best of bad situations and learn from them. After having my stomach just fall to the floor on Sunday night, I’ve thought about how much I take for granted. Maybe this is God giving me an opportunity to start seeing and being thankful for everything I’m given each day.
So here is what I’m thankful for this week: I am thankful to have the parents that I have and my sister; I’m thankful that I see them each day; I’m thankful that I got to go out with some of my “besties” this week (which got my mind off things for a little while); I’m thankful that KW and I had a wonderful trip last weekend; I’m thankful that I got to see a lot of the older people that I have come to dearly love up there; I’m thankful for the nice people we met on Tuesday; and I am very thankful for all the prayers that were sent up for us this week; and finally I’m thankful for my friends that were there to support and comfort me this week. **I will add here that I absolutely HATE crying in front of people. So I have to say that I am very grateful that a certain guy friend that came to my rescue and made me feel all better on a day when I was ready to crawl in a hole. He knew just what to say when I needed it the most. :)
So, in summation, I am very thankful. People keep saying “take it one day at a time.” Well, that’s great and all (completely ludicrous for a worrier like myself), but I think I’d rather take time each day to make a list of things I’m thankful for. Maybe that’ll keep me centered…and keep me from pulling my hair out…and from the straightjacket. Hehe.
One final thing…I am LOVING this weather. I realize it’s Florida…and bound to change in a day or two. But it’s SO nice! Hot chocolate, warm pajama bottoms,....ooooh....loving it.
Monday, November 9, 2009
A small request
I'm writing this to ask a small request. I ask that whoever reads this will pray for me and my family.
I got home from vacation last night, only to have my world shaken up a bit. Anyone that knows me or has read any of my blogs will know that I don't handle stress well...at ALL. So, please, just say a simple little prayer for us.
Thanks,
Aleta
I got home from vacation last night, only to have my world shaken up a bit. Anyone that knows me or has read any of my blogs will know that I don't handle stress well...at ALL. So, please, just say a simple little prayer for us.
Thanks,
Aleta
Thursday, November 5, 2009
The Scary Pea and Caramel Popcorn
I was told this morning that I was “one of three peas in a pod…and it’s a very scary pod.” Nice, huh? I laughed and laughed. My Hannie cracks me up.
So, I tried to bake last night. My mom absolutely hates when I’m in “her” kitchen. :) Apparently I’m a messy cook. Not only that, but it never fails. I ALWAYS screw up the recipe. Somehow, I always manage to forget some very important ingredient (should I chalk that up to not fully reading the recipe??).
Last night was no different. I had my mind made up to make some goodies (fall favorites) for some of my favorite people. And OH, how cute they would be in mason jars, with fall fabric at the top with a gold ribbon. Sounds good, right? Well, I looked through some recipes and decided that I was going to make pumpkin cakes, puppy chow, and caramel popcorn.
The first big flop was finding the mason jars that I had bought. I only found 5 of the 12. How this happened, I will never know.
I started the caramel popcorn as soon as I got home yesterday (I will mention here that “Supervising Cynthia Kay” wasn’t home…so maybe I can blame the first bad batch on her). In this batch, I forgot the vanilla flavoring and the baking soda. Oops….Those shouldn’t have been super important ingredients, right?? According to mom (via cell phone) they were… But still, the result was still very yummy.
The second batch, had the prettiest color. We popped that pan in the oven and in just an hour, our pretty popcorn had turned into bitter-tasting burnt popcorn balls. This batch was thrown in the trash.
The third batch, I realized (after I had put it in the oven) that I had forgotten to half the vanilla in it (I was making ½ a batch, rather than the full amount…so it’d be easier to manage). So it TOO came out bitter tasting.
After all my sampling, and cooking, I am quite sure that if I ever see, smell, taste, cook, etc. caramel popcorn again it will be entirely too soon.
Meanwhile, the puppy chow was super simple to make. And for me, not nearly as messy as I had thought it would be. The problem…it made far less than what I had thought.
Even though I had some problems (a lot of problems actually), I did end up bagging up a little bit of the popcorn (from the first batch, I might add, that had been made with a few errors and without supervision). And the mason jars turned out SUPER cute.
So, my attitude is now…If my favorite people get a pumpkin cake and/or puppy chow and/or possibly one of the jars of popcorn, they damn well better be happy and feel loved because it will probably be a while before I step back into my mama’s kitchen.
So, I tried to bake last night. My mom absolutely hates when I’m in “her” kitchen. :) Apparently I’m a messy cook. Not only that, but it never fails. I ALWAYS screw up the recipe. Somehow, I always manage to forget some very important ingredient (should I chalk that up to not fully reading the recipe??).
Last night was no different. I had my mind made up to make some goodies (fall favorites) for some of my favorite people. And OH, how cute they would be in mason jars, with fall fabric at the top with a gold ribbon. Sounds good, right? Well, I looked through some recipes and decided that I was going to make pumpkin cakes, puppy chow, and caramel popcorn.
The first big flop was finding the mason jars that I had bought. I only found 5 of the 12. How this happened, I will never know.
I started the caramel popcorn as soon as I got home yesterday (I will mention here that “Supervising Cynthia Kay” wasn’t home…so maybe I can blame the first bad batch on her). In this batch, I forgot the vanilla flavoring and the baking soda. Oops….Those shouldn’t have been super important ingredients, right?? According to mom (via cell phone) they were… But still, the result was still very yummy.
The second batch, had the prettiest color. We popped that pan in the oven and in just an hour, our pretty popcorn had turned into bitter-tasting burnt popcorn balls. This batch was thrown in the trash.
The third batch, I realized (after I had put it in the oven) that I had forgotten to half the vanilla in it (I was making ½ a batch, rather than the full amount…so it’d be easier to manage). So it TOO came out bitter tasting.
After all my sampling, and cooking, I am quite sure that if I ever see, smell, taste, cook, etc. caramel popcorn again it will be entirely too soon.
Meanwhile, the puppy chow was super simple to make. And for me, not nearly as messy as I had thought it would be. The problem…it made far less than what I had thought.
Even though I had some problems (a lot of problems actually), I did end up bagging up a little bit of the popcorn (from the first batch, I might add, that had been made with a few errors and without supervision). And the mason jars turned out SUPER cute.
So, my attitude is now…If my favorite people get a pumpkin cake and/or puppy chow and/or possibly one of the jars of popcorn, they damn well better be happy and feel loved because it will probably be a while before I step back into my mama’s kitchen.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Aleta's Mini Manual
You know, as I am getting older, I’m starting to realize more about who I am as a person. I’m accepting all the craziness, and realizing that (when you look at both sides of my family) I really never had a chance to be normal.
Therefore, I am going to put my first installment to the Aleta’s Mini Manual, for those close to me. This way, you’ve had fair warning on 1) how to perk me up, 2) how I am, and 3) my peculiarities.
Aleta’s Mini Manual (first of many installments)
1). How to perk me up.—for when I am sad or just plain having a bad day.
a) Offer to throw something, hurt, or give evil glares at anyone that’s either pissed me off or hurt me.
b) Tell me I’m not a bad person.
c) Make me laugh
d) Tell me I won’t always be alone.
e) For the heck of it, tell me I look pretty.
f) Pass me a drink.
These things pretty much cover all the bases.
2). How I am
a) I’m not good in an actual crisis. If someone is really hurt, or something tragic has happened, I’m probably not the one that can help you. I’ll freak out.
b) I’m prone to being bitchy, anxiety, panic attacks, and smart ass-icism.
c) I hate when people continue to talk to me when it is evident that I’m not listening or just don’t care.
d) I love men that can actually sing. I used to give guys credit for trying, now I just shake my head at them.
e) One thing can piss me off in the beginning of the day and I’ll be mean the rest of the day.
f) I don’t like to drive. Especially in the city. And I have the worst case of road rage…ever.
g) My language is really, really bad. Though I try to control my tongue, it would literally take a muzzle for me to stop.
h) I have no patience.
i) I’m very much a creature of habit.
j) Sometimes I push people away if I think that I’m getting too close to them.
3). My peculiarities
a) I have to check the stove, oven, toaster, and my hair straigtener 4 times (to make sure they are turned off/unplugged) before I will leave my house.
b) I listen to Christmas music year-round.
c) I am “broke-d-ded” (as my mom calls it). I try to find something funny in every sad story that is told to me or in every sad situation. Which can be really bad…and hurt people’s feelings.
d) I won’t watch some of my favorite movies because they are more of a “dramatic” film than a comedy. (once again, I don’t have it in me to handle sad).
e) One of my BIGGEST pet peeves is other people being late.
f) Another Big pet peeve is people that use the same phrases in every conversation. Or use phrases wrong. I want to shake them and be like “NO!”
g) I’m not a fan of people, that I’m not close with, touching me.
h) If I ever hear the 21-gun salute (in movies, shows, or at funerals) I will start crying.
i) I like to watch cartoons.
This is the first installment. Just a few things I’ve learned about myself. There will be more. Be warned :)
Therefore, I am going to put my first installment to the Aleta’s Mini Manual, for those close to me. This way, you’ve had fair warning on 1) how to perk me up, 2) how I am, and 3) my peculiarities.
Aleta’s Mini Manual (first of many installments)
1). How to perk me up.—for when I am sad or just plain having a bad day.
a) Offer to throw something, hurt, or give evil glares at anyone that’s either pissed me off or hurt me.
b) Tell me I’m not a bad person.
c) Make me laugh
d) Tell me I won’t always be alone.
e) For the heck of it, tell me I look pretty.
f) Pass me a drink.
These things pretty much cover all the bases.
2). How I am
a) I’m not good in an actual crisis. If someone is really hurt, or something tragic has happened, I’m probably not the one that can help you. I’ll freak out.
b) I’m prone to being bitchy, anxiety, panic attacks, and smart ass-icism.
c) I hate when people continue to talk to me when it is evident that I’m not listening or just don’t care.
d) I love men that can actually sing. I used to give guys credit for trying, now I just shake my head at them.
e) One thing can piss me off in the beginning of the day and I’ll be mean the rest of the day.
f) I don’t like to drive. Especially in the city. And I have the worst case of road rage…ever.
g) My language is really, really bad. Though I try to control my tongue, it would literally take a muzzle for me to stop.
h) I have no patience.
i) I’m very much a creature of habit.
j) Sometimes I push people away if I think that I’m getting too close to them.
3). My peculiarities
a) I have to check the stove, oven, toaster, and my hair straigtener 4 times (to make sure they are turned off/unplugged) before I will leave my house.
b) I listen to Christmas music year-round.
c) I am “broke-d-ded” (as my mom calls it). I try to find something funny in every sad story that is told to me or in every sad situation. Which can be really bad…and hurt people’s feelings.
d) I won’t watch some of my favorite movies because they are more of a “dramatic” film than a comedy. (once again, I don’t have it in me to handle sad).
e) One of my BIGGEST pet peeves is other people being late.
f) Another Big pet peeve is people that use the same phrases in every conversation. Or use phrases wrong. I want to shake them and be like “NO!”
g) I’m not a fan of people, that I’m not close with, touching me.
h) If I ever hear the 21-gun salute (in movies, shows, or at funerals) I will start crying.
i) I like to watch cartoons.
This is the first installment. Just a few things I’ve learned about myself. There will be more. Be warned :)
Monday, October 19, 2009
Sleepin’ with a switchblade
This is one of those “You might be a redneck…” stories
My sister has takin’ to sleeping with her switchblade. Why, you ask? Apparently a few roads over from ours, a little old lady woke up to a man standing by her bed. When she screamed, he ran away (thank the Lord!). This thoroughly scared my sister. Can you blame her?? So, now she sleeps with her knife in hand (lets pray she doesn’t cut herself). And believe you me, if you wake and startle her, she will cut a b****. :) But really, how sad is it that all this crime has been going on recently?
On that same note, I was telling my friend Sam how I had been having some problems with someone. Her first suggestion…she offered to show me how to use her pistol. Haha. Kidding of course…but seriously. She cracks me up.
You know you’re a redneck…
My sister has takin’ to sleeping with her switchblade. Why, you ask? Apparently a few roads over from ours, a little old lady woke up to a man standing by her bed. When she screamed, he ran away (thank the Lord!). This thoroughly scared my sister. Can you blame her?? So, now she sleeps with her knife in hand (lets pray she doesn’t cut herself). And believe you me, if you wake and startle her, she will cut a b****. :) But really, how sad is it that all this crime has been going on recently?
On that same note, I was telling my friend Sam how I had been having some problems with someone. Her first suggestion…she offered to show me how to use her pistol. Haha. Kidding of course…but seriously. She cracks me up.
You know you’re a redneck…
Friday, October 16, 2009
Saga of Miss Smarty Pants
I’ve decided to start another blog. Mainly due to the fact that I thought of a snazzy new title. I hereby dedicate this blog to every stupid idiot that I happen to come into contact with on a daily basis. This one's for you. I’m also going to put the crazy a** thoughts that pass through my mind everyday. While completely inappropriate most of the time, and not quite “P.C.,” they might just get people thinking…
I give you…. “Saga of Miss Smarty Pants.” (http://sagaofmisssmartypants.blogspot.com/)
--Hopefully, I will be able to post my first post tonight :) But I will continue to write in this blog as well.
I give you…. “Saga of Miss Smarty Pants.” (http://sagaofmisssmartypants.blogspot.com/)
--Hopefully, I will be able to post my first post tonight :) But I will continue to write in this blog as well.
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