Showing posts with label mean people. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mean people. Show all posts

1.18.2016

Monday Afternoon Musings - January 18, 2016

Holy Toledo it's cold outside.

Yes, I really DO understand that I live in Ohio but damn. This is cold. I'm currently sitting at my desk wearing two shirts AND a sweater (and pants, duh) AND I'm drinking hot coffee. And I'm still cold.

Which brings me to today's random thoughts:

1. I. Hate. Winter. That's not really an earth-shattering announcement. I told my husband over the weekend that we should move to Florida. Or North Carolina. And was totally NOT kidding.

2. I didn't make New Year's resolutions. I figure it is still January (seriously the LONGEST MONTH OF THE YEAR) so I can still talk about resolutions. Or the lack thereof. What I did decide as the clock struck midnight (OK, it was actually a few days before and I was sound asleep at midnight at New Year's Eve) was this: I don't really care. Now that might sound all Negative Nancy but let me explain. I don't care about certain things anymore. I don't care about the newest fad diet that you're trying. I don't care about your drama. - real or imagined. I don't care about things that (1) I can't (or don't want to) control, (2) have no impact on my life, or (3) just don't interest me at all. I have enough really good stuff going on in my life (and enough crappy stuff too) where I don't need to worry/care/stress/fret about things that don't concern me, don't impact me, don't matter to me. Not my circus. Not my monkeys.

3. I love my job. That's all.

4. I love knowing that there are people friends out there who will call and check on you even though they are dealing with their own epic crap. More #Vaguebooking but we're dealing with a health issue with Olivia that I'm not posting about on Facebook (shocking, I know) and I've only told a few people about. One of those friends called me last week because she said she had been thinking about us all week and wanted to see how things were going. We had a wonderful 45-minute long phone call and when it was finished I couldn't stop thinking about how really awesome it is to have NICE people in your life.

5. Stop being jerks to people. Seriously you guys, it isn't funny. It isn't funny when your kids are assholes to other kids. It isn't funny when you're an asshole to other parents. It's crappy and immature and if your life is that freaking miserable that you have to channel all your anger and frustration (and jealousy) onto other parents and their kids, perhaps it is time to reevaluate what is making you so unhappy and change it. You get one freaking go-around on this crazy ride called life so why not make the most of it and actually BE F*CKING HAPPY instead of working really f*cking hard on being miserable and negative all the time.

[I told you that language was possible on this blog. It's totally a PG-13 to R rating. No apologies.]

Oh yeah that "try one new recipe a week" thing? I made two last week. Damn I'm good. The Crockpot Chicken Enchilada Soup was a hit (Olivia ate THREE BOWLS at dinner). The Farfalle with Mushrooms and Spinach was good but it really needed a Parmesan cream sauce so I'll have to rework it. This week I'm going to (finally) make Paula Deen's potato soup recipe that everyone raves about. I hate potato soup so this ought to be interesting.

Happy Monday all.
Stay warm.
Be happy.

12.15.2013

The Nutcracker and The Grinch

What I wanted to say to The Grinch
Today I met The Grinch, live and in person.

My mom took all the girls to see the Toledo Ballet's performance of The Nutcracker today. The kids were so excited as they're all dancers (the oldest two are in ballet and lyrical, while Emma is in tap and lyrical).

As the auditorium filled up, it was clear that this was the "kid show" (it was the Sunday matinee, after all). Every row was filled with parents and grandparents with young kids in tow. Every row except ours. Aside from our group (me, my mom, my sister, and three girls ages 6 to 9), the rest of our row was filled with a group I have name The Grinches.

Emma was sitting next to me and as the lights dimmed she started WHISPERING questions to me "Mommy, where is Clara?" "When is the Mouse King going to be on?" "Where is the Nutcracker?" (See what I said there? She WHISPERED her questions...as quiet as a mouse).

They were the simple queries of a little girl who was beyond excited to see this show.

Suddenly, Mr. Grinch leans over and says "She shouldn't be talking during the show."

I replied (with my blood boiling), "She's five." (In actuality, Emma is six, and will be seven in a month but I was so mad that my brain made her five).

And he said "She needs to learn sometime." 

What that what?

Friends I tell you I had to literally BITE MY TONGUE for fear of what I might say to Mr. Grinch. I was (and still am) so INCREDIBLY ANGRY that someone - a complete stranger - had the gall to tell me to silence my child and in turn, try to give me parenting lessons.

It took all my willpower to not turn to him - during the opening scenes - and tell him exactly what I thought of his rude, callous, narrow-minded, hateful behavior.

Instead, I whispered to Emma that we needed to talk even quieter because there was a 'grumpy' man next to me who didn't like people talking. She proceeded to look at him and stick out her tongue. I found great humor in that. (And it should be noted here that NO ONE but ME saw her do this because it was DARK in the auditorium. Although I do sort of wish Mr. Grinch would have seen it.)

At the intermission the woman in front of me turned around to tell me how appalled she was at Mr. Grinch's behavior and that he had also told her and her friends to be quiet. Then, the lovely family two rows behind me (whose adorable little girls who excitedly asked questions throughout Act I) said they too had been told to 'shut up' by The Grinch and his Grinchy family.

The Grinches had also threatened to call the ushers on everyone seated around them. I guess perhaps they should have watched the show from soundproof bubble. [It was at this point that I wished I was suffering from bronchitis so that I could disrupt their viewing even more.]

And in fact one member of The Grinch Family DID call an usher on the Adorable Girls family when the grandma told them the girls were not going to "be quiet." The usher actually walked down the aisle after Act II started, shined his flashlight at the little girls and then stood "watch" at the end of the row just to make sure no one was misbehaving.

Honestly.
What the hell is wrong with people?

The Nutcracker has NO DIALOGUE at all. It's music and dancing, that's it. And if you happen to be 4 or 5 years old you are going to have questions. And in my mind, kids have every right to ask those questions during a matinee performance that HAS AN AUDIENCE FULL OF KIDS. This was not a black tie formal event. It was a family affair.

So I can only hope that Mr. Grinch and his family receive nothing but coal in their stocking this year because they are the first winners of my 2013 "Bah Humbug" Awards. There was no excuse for their unkind words and negative attitude toward little kids. And I fear there is no hope that Mr. Grinch's heart will ever grow three sizes. Ever.

[An update: As you'll see from several comments it appears that some people believe I am a horrible mother for allowing my child to ASK QUESTIONS during a live performance. Oh, and it's also appalling to some that I found it amusing that my first grader had a "normal" kid reaction and stuck out her tongue. An act, which by the way, NO ONE SAW BUT ME. How dare I allow my child to be  a normal six year old? She's probably going to grow up to be a sociopath because I laughed when she stuck out her tongue. From some of the comments on here it also appears that some people think I should be banned from all future viewings of The Nutcracker or any other live performance because my daughter and I are classless people who don't belong at public performances of any sort because we don't understand THE RULES. It must be wonderful to be so perfect and have the freedom to pass judgment on everyone.]

ANOTHER UPDATE: I have had to remove a comment left by someone named "Pam" because she had the nerve to call Emma - my first grader - a BRAT and therefore I am also closing comments on this post. Clearly some of the people who chose to visit my blog over the past two days and leave their negative and judgmental comments believe that it is OK to attack young kids via a comment box. I find this sickening and incredibly disheartening. I cannot imagine EVER leaving a comment on anyone's blog that called their child a "brat" or anything other negative term. The fact that people like "Pam" exist in this world makes me sick to my stomach.