Delusional Mothers of the World

Hello World,

It's been a while since I last shared my thoughts on the ridiculousness of people today. I suppose that would imply I haven't come across any persons which have irked me to such an extent that I feel the need to address the issue in a public forum...until today.
I've recently started a new job (details of which to be discussed later), and in our orientation this morning there was a woman who struck me as completely delusional. We were asked to go around the room and say our name, where we are from, what brought us to this assignment and something unique about ourselves. She already has a part time job elsewhere, has three kids under the age of 4 at home, and took on this job because she decided she "didn't have enough to do". Her tone was slightly sarcastic, but not to the point that you could chuckle along with her. To start, let me put out the disclaimer that I have never met this woman prior to this week and I have nothing against her, this is  just my reaction to her comment, because as I said previously, it rather bothered me. I  respect that she wants to get out of the house and be a busy contributing member of society, however the fact that she has three toddlers at home makes me wonder why she really wants to take on this job in the first place. Maybe it is just that I respect my mother so much for devoting her time to raising my siblings and I so that we would be true reflections of her and my father, but I still can't help but question why someone with such young children would choose to not be around. It is hard to imagine that someone would have so much free time and is so bored with life that she needs to take on something requiring so much time. It wouldn't surprise me to hear she had a nanny (she would have to), in which case, of course this woman has nothing better to do. Someone else is raising her kids for her. That's a bit harsh. Maybe. Clearly this is a personal choice and to each their own; I reaffirmed there is no doubt in my mind that when the time comes for me and Prince Charming to have babies it would mean putting work on the back burner and ensuring I would be there for my children every moment of every day. That is the choice you make when having kids, putting them first in all manners so that when the time comes for them to be adults they have all the tools they need to succeed and you know you have done everything possible to provide them. At least that is my opinion.
For those of you that know me, children were never something I really considered (they don't particularly like me, so I avoid them whenever possible), so I am sure this post seems a bit off beat. Perhaps it took the right guy coming along to put the notion in my head, or that in three years when I finish my current assignment I will be approaching that dreaded age in women's heads when the biological clock starts moving at hyper speed, in either case it is only an inkling of a thought, so there is nothing to worry about at the moment. I have a great deal to focus on before any of that silliness can ensue (although I do have high hopes for the day Prince Charming gets his act together).

On that note, I will end it. Hope you all are doing fine and dandy, until next time.

-A

holiday season

it's not even Thanksgiving and already the mall has been set up with garland and the santa chair, home depot has blocked off half the parking lot for xmas trees (more to be discussed later), and holday music was playing over the speakers in joann's. i can appreciate the holidays as much as the next, it's no secret i'm looking forward to all the food and spending time with the siblings and the 24hr marathon of a christmas story. but the fact that along with the holiday good spirits also comes (more) aggressive drivers and frazzled homemakers navigating the stores and parking lots, one can only wonder if all the joyous tidings of the season are just a farce. case in point, i go to home depot yesterday  to pick of a new toilet tank lever (as a side note, my "landlord" has been saying for the last month he would fix it. i finally caved and did it myself), and unfortunately the home depot parking lot is shared with in-n-out burger and was partially closed off for the incoming xmas trees. so as i enter the lot, i slow for a speed bump and some guys completely blows his stop sign, pulls out in front of me, and has the nerve to flip me the bird! as if its my fault that there was no stop sign for me to stop at and wait for him to clear his. wwwhhhaattt? not even a few moments later as i'm pulling in to a parking spot, some lady pulls into it from the other side and was trying to use it to get to my parking row. traffic was all jammed so getting out was nearly impossible. again, she looks at me as if its my fault for getting in her way and preventing her from leaving the lot. seriously? later, at barnes and noble, the rows are single direction, and what would guess, some starts coming at me (from the wrong direction!). so i honk, and instead of stopping, she keeps coming! and swings into the parking spot that i was pulling up to! again, she looks at me as if i'm the crazy one. argh! i don't understand some people. common courtesy seems like such a loss at times. quite sad actually.

moving on, things have been rather dull. work. work out (try to at least). boys have taken a back burner. with the latest news that i've accepted a new job and will be moving away in a few months, its hard to want to build a new relationship here. not that i should let that be an excuse. if prince charming shows up in the next few months i wouldn't be opposed. but the latest guy i have been seeing, though nice, isn't quite who i saw myself living happily ever after with. besides, he hasn't called me in like a week. his loss, not mine, so i'm not too heartbroken.

meet cute

Meet Cute: The contrived encounter of two potential romantic partners in unusual or comic circumstances (in a movie)

For obvious reasons, the meet cute is a staple of romantic comedies, and unfortunately I must admit that I fall into that category of silly girls who hope to have their very own meet cute. However, thanks to a very nice gentleman, I've now experienced such a moment (or at least something very close to one).

On a recent trip back from Florida, having some time to spare, I decided to have a couple cocktails before boarding the plane. As it would happen, the bartender was rather heavy handed. The time comes to board the plane, and as I'm walking down the aisle to my seat, I am looking for an open overhead bin to stow my suitcase. Luckily I find one at the row just before mine. Knowing that I am a little tipsy, have a bad knee, and aren't particularly tall, I politely warn the woman currently sitting in the aisle seat that I am going to attempt to put my bag above her head and that she should watch out. Then out of nowhere, this guy behind me asks if I need help. 
"Oh yes, please", I reply as I attempt to lift the bag. "Sometimes it fits better with the wheels in first"
"Don't worry, I've got it...Good luck getting it out though", he says while flashing a charming smile.
"Thanks, I'll just have to find you when we land and you can get it out for me", I answered with a chuckle. 
I continue to my seat, sit down, get buckled, and look up to see the very same guy who helped with my luggage sitting next to me. "Seriously? I guess I don't have to go far to find you." So we both have a laugh about it, get to talking, and five hours and a couple coffees later land in LA. Given both our schedules, seeing each other again is more likely to happen at the airport than anywhere else, but I'm optimistic. He has my number, and silly and girlish as it is, I do hope he calls.

boys are confusing

Time for another rant an rave;  I know you've all been on the edge of your seats eagerly awaiting my return to the blogging world.

Well I'd first like to begin by confronting an issue that, being who I am, is one in which I don't quite know how to address. This is mostly because if I were on the other side of things, I'm not entirely sure if I would want to jump head first into anything too serious too soon. In case you haven't figured out, this involves a boy (as does all things that tend to confuse me). We've been on an off for three years now, but it hasn't necessarily materialized into anything serious enough where we have openly acknowledged and referred to each other as a boyfriend or girlfriend. Now despite my attempt at a laissez faire attitude, because we are indefinitely three thousand miles apart, I beg to question whether this issue should be addressed any further. If we like each other and want to be together, then why should we let distance be an object? If he really is into me, then shouldn't he say that? Shouldn't I say that? Alternatively, I don't think either one of us can for certain state that we are looking to spend the rest of our lives with each other, and thus why inhibit ourselves and create obligations when we are at a point in our lives when we should be open to fully experience whatever may present itself? I hate to think that I may be jinxing it all by sharing this with you now, because I can't help but be little superstitious about these kinds of things, but especially since the last guy who refused to "date" me long-distance but called me his girlfriend within a month of my moving back ended up completely humiliating me, I fear it may happen again (serious run-on, I apologize). Never has there ever been a time when I felt so low (and I thank my dear friend Britt for setting me straight and reminding me that clearly this guy who seems to have destroyed all my confidence was clearly not right for me...and that I am in fact someone worthwhile). It's unfair to compare the two as directly as I am, but as one who tends to over think, I can't help it.

In regards to previously stated jerk of an ex-boyfriend, I still can't figure him out and have come to the conclusion (much appreciated by my mother) that I really don't like him. Not in the sense that as a result of his actions I now have an immense distaste for him (that's a given), but rather looking back and examining without the rose-tinted glasses, he wasn't the kind of guy who (my dating) would truly make me happy and even his personality is one, though charming, almost lacks a genuine quality because it can be excessive. It's interesting that now several months after the break up, things start to come out of the woodwork. My sister, having only met him a couple times, hated him. A friend who I've known since the 6th grade met him only once, but similarly hated him after that single encounter. And as is turns out, my parents didn't care for him much either. While I would have appreciated hearing this a couple of months ago, it's clear to me that this wasn't someone who could make me happy and have little to no interest in having him as a part of my life, even as just a friend. This brings me to one of the most perplexing instances of the week (I'm not going to try to over dramatize this and say "of my life" or even "of the year", but it still threw me for a loop): he brings homemade cookies and a birthday card to my office for me on my birthday. While I can appreciate an attempt at being nice, the part that confused me was the simple fact that a few short months ago he was an insensitive liar who seemed to show no regard for the consequences of his actions. I couldn't bring myself to eat the cookies (fortunately my office is full of hungry engineers, so my colleagues were kind enough to rid them from my sight), and the only thing keeping my from burning the card (as I did all the other things I've received from him) is that I like the picture. Ultimately this isn't going to be a turning point in our "friendship", obviously in the working environment I maintain a professional attitude and would never directly confront him (that aside, I don't think I would were we in a social environment either. Why waste my time?), but a batch of cookies and a card make little difference to remedy him hurting my feelings and leaving me feeling more miserable than I've ever had to endure. His actions perplex me mostly because I don't know what he hopes to achieve by it (if any motive is there at all). Does he bake cookies for all his acquaintances? Again, his charm can comes across as not genuine because it is so over the top. Does he think we're good friends? Is this an attempt and amends? Don't know, ultimately don't care. His number was deleted from my phone long ago and nine times out of ten I don't respond to the emails he sends me. The one I do usually entails some snarky comment (although still very polite)

With that I bid you farewell until next time, whenever that may be. I realize my sporadic entries are not conducive to the regular reader, and I do apologize. There was an attempt to be a little more consistent, but let's face it, my life isn't too exciting these days.

Hasta luego amigos!

how rude

Ok, so I'm not one to normally rant and rave (haha...we all know better than that), but I really wonder why people think they are so special sometimes. Last night I go to the Dodger game with my brother and sister, and of course we decide we need some garlic fries. As we're in line the woman ahead of us grabs a plate of fries, decides she doesn't want them, and puts them back! Seriously?! You put them back and expect someone else to want to eat them? Worse yet, at the seventh inning stretch, after being asked to stand, the couple sitting next to use and the two dudes on the other side of them remain sitting for the singing of 'God Bless America'! Seriously? Show some national pride damnit. That's like our second national anthem and you think you're so entitled not to stand? Maybe I'm over reacting a little bit, maybe I'm just proud to be an American, but in any case I find it quite rude that when everyone else around you is standing you can't bring yourself to do the same. I wanted to smack all four of them across the face.

stupid boys

i take back everything i may have said about my boyfriend being so wonderful. he picks me up for dinner and kisses me and tells me how pretty i look, introduces me to a coworker as his girlfriend (we run into him at the restaurant), and literally 20 mins later, he breaks up with me. immature jerk. i'm over it at this point. its just bothersome that even the nicest seeming guys can still be so insensitive. he was charming and great, but turned into such a coward. if you're going to break up with me, don't take me out on a date. i feel as thought that is common courtesy.

i have the bestests friends

i feel as tho the title is self explanatory.