Happy Holidays (ugh…)

•December 25, 2016 • 1 Comment

It’s Christmas day, and the first day of Hanukkah. I wish you all a very happy holiday, whatever you may celebrate. Me? I’ve given it the effort this season, but I just haven’t felt it. I really tried. But with every exuberant “Merry Christmas” I heard from complete strangers as I went about my day, it only served to remind me of my lack of holiday spirit and how very-not-merry I was.

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You could say I sound like a grinch. Perhaps I do, but I can’t help it. This entire year has completely sucked, not just for me but for so many people I know. That, combined with political bullshit I refuse to go into because we’ve all been dealing with it on one side of the fence or another, but suffice to say, the current political climate in society is a ticking time bomb, IMHO.

You can only be so torn up and worn down before you can’t celebrate… By the time 12/24 got here and the tree still wasn’t up, I decided it wasn’t going to happen. We’re going to celebrate the new year, instead.

And, as I type my entry, I’m still getting greetings of “Merry Christmas”. :: sigh ::

Is just me? Or did anyone else notice there were a metric ton of “Merry Christmas” wishes this year. I especially noticed it, not because of my lack of holiday spirit, but because Hanukkah started at the same time. It seems like this year, more than any other year, we should acknowledge other beliefs. But, really, I’m not even Jewish. It shouldn’t matter to me one way or another, right?

My best friend just called me to wish me a Merry Christmas (again, while I’m writing my blog post). I laughed and replied, “Hail Satan.” At least she had a good laugh, too. 🙂

 

 

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Bratty-arsed children….

•November 21, 2016 • Leave a Comment

Sunday we always have a metric ton of children at renfaire, but this last Sunday was probably the worst one on the books for badly behaved children. I don’t know WTF parents are thinking, these days, other than they aren’t. I’m not advocating things so old fashioned as corporal punishment, but goddamnit! It’s ok to tell your kid “No,” and, oh, maybe teach them some common courtesy.

A mother passing my shop saw the handmade soaps, said to her family, “Oh! Handmade soaps! It smells so good! Let’s go inside.” The daughter, about 12-ish, took a look inside the shop, made eye-contact with me (I was standing near the doorway), and said, “No. I hate them,” and ran into the shop next door. The mother just … followed.

I don’t care that they didn’t come in. I don’t care that they went next door. But I just gotta’ wonder who makes the decisions in this family – the parents or that little child. You can guarandamntee that behavior goes beyond deciding what shop to go into.

Oh, and does anyone remember this little girl?

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She was in my shop this weekend … with her whole famdamly. She was about 9 years old. She purchased a lip balm, and that was all. As I ringed up her purchase, I told her I would hand it to her rather than give her the huge bag (everyone else prefers to carry the lip balms and use them…). It was very cold and my fingers were numb. I accidentally dropped her unopened lip balm when I handed it to her. Not that I cared if she exchanged it, but rather than ask, she demanded in a very hateful tone, :: disgusted sigh :: “I want another one now.” 

Her parents were right behind her and didn’t bat an eye.

I smiled and said, “Of course, my dear.”

She comes back and says, “Now I want a bag.” And to make her behavior just that much more special, she added a wee bit of a snarl to her smile. I handed her the clear plastic bag, trying to keep myself from doing society a future service….

She continues to behave badly in the background with her siblings while waiting with her grandparents and what appears to be aunts and uncles. Mummsy and Daddsy are at my register now with their purchases. Mummsy just looks over to her children and smiles, then looks back at me to pay. I look at her, then look at the demon spawn I just dealt with. I smile and say, “You’ve done such the job raising her.” (note, I didn’t say what a good job she did…)

It went right over her head, of course. Between the bright and shiny of renfaire, all the dialect, all the shopping, and oh, who has time to be a mother these days anyway…. some little girl is going to grow up to be a complete terror to her family. And to everyone else around her.

I’m not going to finish this with the standard “If I had done that when I was a kid… It’s overused and easily tuned out. You may as well start talking about how you walked uphill to school each day, in the snow, barefoot. I will say that these parents that mollycoddle their children will regret doing so someday. They aren’t doing the kids any favors. If they think they’re making life easier for them by lowering expectations, not saying “no”, or softening each little blow life gives them, the kids will never learn about the cruel realities of life when they eventually get out there on their own.

Or maybe they just want these kids to live with them forever… :/

I’m going back to Droid.

•October 5, 2016 • Leave a Comment

I loved my iPhone, but I’ve had it after this last update. I’m going back to Droid, just as soon as I possibly can.

I have an iPhone 6S Plus. Up until now, I’ve been quite happy with my phone. I was one of those iPhone users who loved the product. In fact, I saw no need to go to the next version when 7 came out (especially since they saw no need to include a headphone jack). I’ve been using an iPhone since about 2011 and I’ve had no complaints … until now.

Apple recently released the 10.0.2 software upgrade. I had no desire to install this update; at least, not immediately. I wanted to read about it, see if there were any bugs … you know, approach it with the usual caution we always take with an update to our hardware. So I kept saying “No”, and postponing the update.

I know for a fact I never accepted the update, nor did I hit the wrong option and tell it to install.

Saturday night I left my phone on the charger. It was also connected to wi-fi, of course. I checked my emails, and, of course, I received the prompt to update my phone (again). I told it no (again). I put the phone down and decided to get some sleep.

The next morning, LO! I had a shiny new version of the iOS on my phone. A version I neither approved nor wanted. A version from an update that was forced on me, just as Windows 10 was forced on users without their approval. Yeah, that’s a whole ‘nother rant, right there…

I’ve installed updates I didn’t like before, and I’ve adapted. I couldn’t work with this one. The features of the phone were not user friendly or intuitive.  Some features were no longer available; some had been moved and were difficult to find. The battery life drastically lowered, overnight. Oh, and let’s not forget – I didn’t choose to install it in the first place.

Of course, Apple doesn’t have a “rollback” feature on their updates. You can backup your phone to iCloud all day, but even when you restore your backups, it’s on the new version of the iOS.

Everything about the new update just made me want to rage scream and smash my phone.

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But I knew I was stuck with it. Getting a new phone isn’t in the budget right now and even if it was, I shouldn’t have to do this, goddamnit!! I didn’t ask for the goddamn upgrade!!!

After a lengthy search online, I did find a jailbreak to kinda’ get my phone back to where it was. The problem was, I lost about half my apps, and some of my calendar data. This, of course, wasn’t a supported solution. Apple wasn’t going to help me with this, so I didn’t bother. I did; however, bother to call them and give them an earful about the goddamn upgrade. I actually got sent to someone who does their customer recovery and takes product feedback. I told him the only little silver lining in this mess is that I don’t have the iPhone 7. At least my phone has a headphone jack.

Apple – I never said “Yes”. I never gave my consent. You forced your crappy update on my phone and there’s nothing I can do about it. Oh… but I can.

I can tell everyone who asks me if I’m happy with my iPhone just what I think.

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And The Winner Is…

•August 20, 2016 • Leave a Comment

Conor McGregor!!!!

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That’s my fighting Irish boy!!!

 

Fighting Irish

•August 20, 2016 • Leave a Comment

I confess… I have a guilty pleasure.

MMA. I can’t help it. I like to watch the fights. :: shrugs ::

Tonight, McGregor, my Fighting Irish boy, is going up against Diaz, in a rematch. I want my boy to win. He’s a sweet Irish boy and I know his mother loves him.

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So y’all keep a good thought for Conor McGregor tonight, while he kicks ass on Nate Diaz. 😉

The Long Climb

•July 27, 2016 • 1 Comment

Sometimes, we find it difficult to write. Whether it is on our blogs, Facebook, or other means of social media. Some call it “writers block”, but sometimes, it’s just everyday events that just get in the way. Emotional garbage just blocks up the creative flow.

Sometimes, the garbage is so packed in there that it blocks more than creativity… it blocks our need to express ourselves, in general.

Good things happen and we want to say something, but we don’t know how to get past the emotional blockage.

Crappy things happen, and we want to say something, but the words just won’t come.

Horrible events occur, and we try to open our mouths, but we know if we break through that dam of emotional garbage, a river is going to flow and it’s going to be out of control. No one will understand where this raging flood came from.

So it’s just easier to keep things in, keep quiet, and maybe even disappear for a while.

Until you end up here.

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The journey out isn’t easy. It’s a long climb. When you realize you’ve isolated yourself, sometimes those voices in your head tell you it’s too late to reach out. It’s a tough battle, fighting those voices, especially when your worst fear is rejection.

It’s a hard climb. Your hands are as raw as your emotions, and the journey up is exhausting. Sometimes you slip, just as you think you’re making so much progress and you think you’re going to get out.

You’ll have moments when you want to let go of that wall and fall all the way back to the bottom, just because you’re having a bad day on your journey and you’re losing hope.

But you keep going. You rest, you breathe, and you start again. It’s a long fucking climb, and that pit is deep. But eventually …. someday….

The pit is always there, but I know where it is now. If I fall in, I know where the good rocks are in the wall. I know how to get out.

Perfect

•July 18, 2016 • Leave a Comment

Dallas, TX? And, now, Baton Rouge? Enough!! This is not the answer!

It’s time for some face time. Maybe if we all took the time and just talked to each other instead of sitting behind our screens, we’d treat each other a little bit better.