Trophy Wife

leadership sans vulgarity

i just need to point out that the title of this post is derived from a status posted by kiroman.

here is the thing, folks. we had a president that misused the oval office for sexual gratification and it was immensely publicized. was it the first time? probably not. will it be the last time? i doubt it. however, it was a first in this time of instant knowledge via, internet and 24 news coverage from cable channels. this same president swore he did not have sexual relations with said barely woman. he swore it! but then we find out it was just oral sex. our president claims that it wasn't real sex, just oral sex. does anyone know what happened to the teen age statistics of those participating in oral sex after this? it rose by billions of percentage points. why? because it isn't considered REAL SEX. just ask the president of the united states! if he doesn't consider it real sex, then why should they?

fast forward a few years. we have a new guy in the white house. first, without having any idea of any real situation, he calls police officers' actions STUPIDLY because they question a man breaking into a house. said man should have been smart enough to show some id right away that proved he lived in the house he was breaking into but he didn't. he chose to fight the police officers and our president sides with him. whatever. then, when potus thinks he is off record, he is caught calling someone an asshole. i don't remember the specifics but i think that was uncalled for. then we have a vpotus drop the f bomb right in front of the microphone! what an idiot. then potus wants to kick some ass over the oil spill. [i personally think he should start with his own since he ignored for far too long]. now the vpotus calls a guy a smartass because he had the balls to ask for our taxes to be lowered. wtf??? i thought our leaders were better educated than this. they should be able to find better words to use than vulgarity. i'm just sayin'.

so here is what i think teens across the us should do...when school comes back into session, it's ok to drop the f bomb, it's ok to call people call other people assholes and smartasses. and i don't think they should be in trouble one iota! why? because the leaders of our country say it's ok. they do it all the time in public.

it's time for this regime to grow up and act like respectable adults. they need to be setting a decent example for the children of the us of a. maybe i should send them a thesaurus.

i am grateful:

• for being back home!
• for having a spunky teen age daughter
• for the sunshine!
• for great friends
• for renewing old friendships!

just breathing is not living!

sincerely,

 

hotel living; part one

i had to name it part one because i'm sure there will be a part deux at some point!

so let's start at the beginning of this trip, shall we?

teenager and i hit the road about noon on Fri to head south. way south. like 10 hours south. depending on the route you might take, you could end up in Sherman, Texas. that's the route we chose to take since that's where we wanted to end up.

so we roll in just a hair after 10pm to the ol' Holiday Inn Express because i am a priority club member that really doesn't mean squat except that i get a room close to the elevator. which isn't always that pleasant as you hear the elevator ding all night long as other guests joy ride between the lobby floor and mine. but anyway, i digress, or maybe that is part of the whole saga...i don't know but we will see how this unfolds, ok?

we check in, get our room, grab a rolly cart thingy to put the luggage on because, well, we're down here for like 12 days and we have a lot of crap with us! get up to our room, teenager jumps in the shower and i turn on the laptop to catch up on facebook only to find that the internet is not working in our room [it wasn't working when i stayed her last week either]. so i pick up the phone to call the front desk to see what the issue is only to find that i have no dial tone. frickin great. that means riding the slow elevator to the lobby floor. which i do because i want my internet!

at the front desk i am told that the internet is working intermittently. to which i say "intermittently? did you ever get it fixed from last week?" at least she admitted to me that they hadn't. then i reported that my phone didn't work and that's why i had to come downstairs. i was then told that they have problems with this phone. fan - freaking - tastic. at that point she offered to move me to another room. and i was up for that until she told me the only other room she had was a king with a pull out..uh, not only NO but HELL NO! we are living in this room for 5 freaking days...i do not want a pull out that is just a pain in the ass. besides, teenager was already in the shower and had half her stuff unpacked. i was not interested in packing stuff up and moving rooms after being on the road for 10 hours, lugging our crap into one room already and unpacking what we had already unpacked. so i told her, well, maybe i need to find a new place to stay then and walked to the eternally slow elevator.

once in bed, the only thing i hear are the elephants staying above us. i swear that i had to sign the no pet policy when i checked in and have no idea how the people on the floor above was able to transport the elephant passed the front desk, into the elevator and squeeze it through the room door. yet they did. i heard the proof...all.night.long. and once 5:30am hit, it was like they were practicing for their circus act...i swear, the light fixture in our bathroom actually shook with every step.

when my alarm finally alerted me to the fact it was time to get out of bed...definitely not to wake up as i spent most of the night awake anyways...i found that the front desk had checked me out! are you kidding me? ya, i know i mentioned having to find a new place but i never told her i was actually leaving. a)it's the weekend, b)there was some freaking baseball tourny in town and the hotels around me are full, c)i was just mad and irritated the night before because nothing was working right in my room. jeesh! so i got it all straightened out before we headed to the ranch for the morning.

for our mid-day break, we headed to the hotel room to hang and cool off...only to find that HBO doesn't work in our room either. so i trek back down to the front desk to report the cable malfunction. and was told that she thought they had that fixed. here's what i think...Holiday Inn Express can't pay their bill to the cable provider that provides access to the internet and they premium channels. what other possibility could there be? so she told me to check it again later and let her know.

now, mind you, i am paying full rate for this room that does not give me access to the advertised in room wi-fi and HBO. i'm just grateful for what little tv we do get, the air conditioner works, teenager has her own real bed and the room is relatively clean except for the foundation makeup that is splattered on the shower curtain and was there when we stayed in this very room in March or April...whenever we were here for pictures this past spring.

so this afternoon, we still have no HBO and this is important because True Blood is on tonight and i need my HBO because i did not set my dvr at home for it. i was counting on the hotel's HBO to be working so i could catch episode two of season three tonight.

i trekked back down to the front desk to report the continuing HBO issue. new front desk person tells me that i shouldn't be getting that error message. no kidding? i had no idea, thanks for the info. i reported that i had talked with someone else about this issue and she told me it had been reported and she thought it was taken care of because no one else bu me had reported it not working. the gal today just kept telling me it should work just fine. i know it SHOULD work just fine, but it's not working at all. apparently she did not understand my english but i thought i was pretty clear.

so tonight, we return from our evening ride at the ranch, followed by ice cream only to find that frickin HBO still is on the frits and i'm not going to see True Blood tonight. and that bites.

i am grateful:

• we had an uneventful trip to Texas
• teenager is having a great time with Cookie
• the Hummer is still going strong with no probs!
• cherry lime-aids from sonic
• ice cream breaks

just breathing isn't living!

sincerely,

 

right is right and wrong is wrong

and one of these days i will probably get my a$$ kicked over not being able to keep my mouth shut over what i think is WRONG.

here's the rest of the story:

i headed to the local mall in the city. i chose the one that has most of my favorite places...Buckle, Yankee Candle, Bath & Body and Victoria's Secret. yep, THAT one.

after a stop to pick up some new jeans before our foray to the World Show, i headed to get some plug-in fresheners. as i was walking in to the store, i watched a teen age boy physically throw a piece of paper on the ground. he was standing with a friend but i still stopped and asked him if he thought it was ok to throw his garbage on the floor. he just looked at me like i was an alien and said it wasn't his. whatever, i saw it leave his hand so i shrugged my shoulders, gave him a look that said he was pathetic and started to walk into the store. as i turned my back, he had the audacity to call me an idiot. ok, any of you that know me personally, know that was the ABSOLUTE WRONG thing to do. i immediately stopped, turned back to him and said excuse me? did you just call me an idiot? at least he had the where withall to not even look at me. i gave him a supreme head-shake and heavy sigh and turned back toward the store where i was promptly greeted by his MOTHER.

who started screeching like a fish monger's wife in my face. that her son didn't throw garbage on the floor. so i corrected her...telling her i saw it in his hand and watched him THROW it down. she yelled that i shouldn't ASSUME things about her son! i also informed her that he called me an idiot, to which she said he didn't. so i asked her how the hell she knew any of this since she was IN THE STORE WHEN IT HAPPENED? and walked to the back of the store to smell out the scents. she kept screeching about how i shouldn't assume anything about her son and she's going to teach me a lesson. [holy cow, bitch, calm down!] of course, i couldn't keep my mouth shut and had to tell her that i was assuming nothing since i witnessed the whole thing with my own eyes!

the answer i got to that: as i turned to smell the scents and turned back, she was within an inch of my face! no way! yes way! i couldn't believe it. really! i couldn't. so i very quietly and very menancingling told her to get the eff out of my face. to which she answered whattayagonnadoaboutit? i told her, you don't want to find out so get out of my face NOW...at this point, the salespeople in the store came over and told her to leave. she just keep jawing in my face. and they TOLD her again to get out. so she started to leave then turned and told me that she would be waiting out there for me to which i gave her a snarky little sneer and said ooooooooooooooookay. then purchased my fresheners.

when i left the store...they were waiting in the hall. no kidding! so i just went on to my next stop. on the way, i saw a cute pair of zebra bootie socks that i knew teenager would LOVE so i headed over to the shop to get them. as i approached, i noticed that part of her crew was waiting at the door. as i entered the store, the creepy teen age son was walking out. when he saw me, he took a bee line toward me to try to hit me with his shoulder. no, i'm not exaggerating, i could just read it in his body language. but i did everything in my power to avoid him. i found my zebra socks and walked to the counter to pay and guess who was there? oh ya, HER. i stood from me to you away and waited my turn to check out. she kept turning to stare at me and i kept ignoring that we were  even breathing in the same atmosphere. finally, she completed her very complicated transaction of returning an item and having something shipped to her house. whatever. don't care. then it was my turn. whew. although, i must say that as i was standing next to her, trying to ignore her very existence on the outside...on the inside, i was ripping her ungrateful, disrespectful heart out of her chest with my bare hands.

so as i left the store and then the mall and walked to my car, i was left wondering exactly where she was and when she was going to beat the crap out of me like she had threatened.

the point of me telling you this unbelievable story is this: i am so tired of society. i am so tired of the less than mediocre society that thinks it's ok to throw garbage on the floor for someone else to pick up. i am tired of parents that are raising and defending these assholes. i am tired of the lack of dignity and respect that people have as a whole. i'm not talking about every one. i KNOW there are good and decent people out there. i just wish i met them more frequently than i do these kinds of people.

another great example: after this great adventure, i chose to travel west to yet another mall because i needed to visit a make up store and a very specialized techy store. as i traveled from Sephora to Apple, i met an elderly lady with a walker and oxygen. she was just standing in front of a door for a store. as i approached her, i saw several people just pass her by. what i saw was an elderly woman with an unwieldy walker, looking at a door that would be difficult to maneuver on her own. when i reached her, i asked if she needed help with the door...noticing that the woman walking in front of me, who had totally ignored the elderly woman, slowed her pace and prepared to turn back when the answer i received was that she wasn't going in but just waiting for her daughter to come out. but profusely thanked me for wanting to help her. ummm...isn't that what decent people do? help each other out? jeez louise, people! an elderly woman should not be shocked that someone wanted to help her...she should be pissed as hell that people walked right by without one iota offer to help her!

i am tired of people not willingly helping each other. i am tired of the me me me me me me mentality.

so what i am really saying: it's time for all of us to step up and play big! we only get one chance at this life and we need to make the absolute best of it...no matter what we are doing! i don't care if you just sit and pick your nose! be the best nose picker ever! the only way this is going to change is if there are more people like me, and hopefully like you, who are willing to step up and say or do the right thing no matter the consequence. it isn't always about placing blame and wanting to go kick some ass... even if that is what the leader of the free world suggests. it would serve him well, to spend a little time here with Trophy Wife and get his sh*t figured out.

i am grateful:

• that bitch didn't swing at me today
• it didn't rain today [yet]
• the guy at the Apple store was so helpful
• the FedEx guy was so cool
• for the best family a gal could ask for!

just breathing isn't living!

sincerely,

 

too much time to think

about really random things...

somewhere on I-35 South, in the middle of Nowhere, OK, i passed a charlaois cattle farm. they are by far, my most favorite kind of cattle...no angus, hereford, jersey, long horn, short horn or cross breds for me. charlaois do it for me every single time.

 
just check one out. check out the ears! i just love them!

another great game to play: license plates. i am compelled to check out every single license plate that passes me, that i pass or that i meet. seriously. on another similar strip of interstate, i actually met another vehicle from my little ol' town. how crazy is that? i thought it was crazy. humor me, please. these are the plates i saw today: nebraska, new jersey, colorado, minnesota, tennessee, indiana, missouri, maine, utah, iowa, oklahoma, oregon, wyoming, maryland, california, montana, north dakota, alabama, arkansas and illinois.

i wonder how long one must travel the highways of our nation to collect them all?

ok, that's it for tonight. i'm bushed. it was a long time in the car today.

ps...teenager slept pretty much the whole 10.5 hours...lucky

i am grateful:

• the hummer got us here in one piece
• for my peeps at home that made this trip possible for me and teenager [kiroman and jenny]
• for not having one conflict with a trucker the whole way down here!
• for happy people along our trail [even teenager commented on how happy people were today!]
• for a nice little walk to the convenience store tonight to stretch was travel weary body!

just breathing is not living!

sincerely,