Why? What's the point in doing whatever everyone wants or thinks is the right thing? There is none. Is it something that is going to make you happy? Then HELL YES do it! But don't do it because society tells you to. Ha! I laugh in the face of society. So my new motto lately has been:
I do not conform
I say it rather often…."Mandy you should do this…don't do that….what the hell are you even doing?" I don't have the slightest clue…I just know I'm not gonna conform! He he
Needless to say I was out of work for two months since the accident. I took a leave. Was on disability. Not because I was physically disabled but emotionally damaged. Not working was much needed for a while. But then after some time. I wanted needed to go back to working. Having a free open schedule seems nice. But it drove me freakin bonkers. Like pull my hair out bonkers. I truly felt like an unproductive person in society. I. Have. To. Work. Well I went back. Not because I am any less emotionally unstable. In fact in some ways I am probably more unstable. But you know what? I'm soooo freakin happy I did. Being useful to something has really helped me. Being able to feel like I am working towards a goal is grrrrrreat! However if I could go back to not having to set my alarm and just waking up when I naturally do and then heading on into work…I so would. Alarms suck.
First off excuse the profanity in the picture. HOWEVER this picture hits home with me. And to be honest something I may have accidentally done. Actually more like multiple time. I get the load in the wash and start it….and then…I’m done. Or I like to think that I am. I have received so many text the next day stating there is some type of clothing not dry for him because I didn’t put it in the dryer: underwear, pants, jacket, and shirts.
Granted for my right to be right (I always am) I have sign in the laundry room stating “If you want you laundry done in a timely fashion…DO IT YOURSELF.” HeHe So my response to these texts are: “Please refer to sign hanging to the right of the dryer. You are welcome for getting the load started.” (Ladies…little tip/trick: put a sign up..they can’t fault you…they’ve been warned!)
And the sexting part? Do they mean “married flirty text” cause I am pretty sure I am still part of the generation prior to sexting. Flirty text = ok…”sexting”= awkward. But maybe I just don’t understand the difference between flirting and sexting. They sound completely different to me and I won’t get into details why.
So if you are like me you are scrolling through facebook and there is all of the sudden all these people on your news feed that you have NO recollection of their name. And then it dawns on you…”Oh ya they got married!” Now these are more aquaintances than real close friends, you know the ones you were actually at the wedding. But the the people you went to school with or you met that one night at the bar and instantly became best friends; it’s those ones that I am like who the heck is this. And this happens almost on the daily basis. I have to go to their profile and really look at their profile picture to regain my memory. Most of the time I click on their picture and it is a wedding picture and I realize oh ya I remember now. However! I am then trying to rack my brain of their maiden name!!! And just because I can’t think of it immediately it bugs me and it is on my mind for quite some time! So because of this I have decided once I change my name I will be doing the parentheses just so I don’t confuse the poor folk that see me on their news feed.
Like now. Right now. They can see what you want to say.
I pretty much get told this on a daily basis by those who have my back and are looking out for me. And as soon as they tell me I immediately think…well I thought I was being nice. Guess my face said otherwise. It just happens, I can’t help it. You say something that irritates me or is just stupid my face will react, and I have no control over it. My eyebrows kind of scrunch, my eyes squint, and my mouth slightly opens. All expressing, “Did you really just do that?” Or “Did that really just come out of your mouth?”
Luckily my coworkers are just like me. We get each other and help each other. Thank you friends. I appreciate it 👍🏼
My freakin life savor. I love google. I love every single thing about it. Don’t know how to do something. Google. Looking for those song lyrics you just heard but don’t know the name of the song. Google. Need to know an address. Google. Directions. Google. Your boss just asked you to do a pivot table on excel. You guessed it! GOOGLE! I feel sorry for the previous generations that actually had to have all this knowledge and go to extremes to get this information. We are a spoiled world these days. And as much as faulting sucks at times, we have google you guys and that makes like that much easier!
Well this one may be a sappy post…I shall try and keep it as light hearted as possible. However the other day I touched on My Papa. I haven’t explained that relationship to you guys yet and I feel I should. My papa (Grandpa) was seriously the coolest man! And when I was a young child we did everything together! He took me to so many new places and taught me so many things I will never forget. Some of which are extremely inappropriate sayings..that now being an adult I fully comprehend! We shared so many interests…the love for the sand dunes…his dune buggy (that I so luckily have now)…music…tv…food. He used to help me with my math homework…I would work it out and he would use his calculator and double check my work. I would sit on his lap in his chair (which I also have his chair in my living room) and we would share a pear watching some cool show on tv. He passed when I was 12. And let me tell you I felt so much older when it happened and so badly wish he could see me today. But I know he is watching over me. There will be times where I’m having a shitty day…I’ll put my music on shuffle and the first song that comes on is one him and I used to sing along to. I’ll sit there and simply say “Thank you, Papa.” I know he sees me and that makes me smile.