Ever realize it's been awhile since you've done something you enjoy, and you just want to do it because you miss it?
I used to be a big complainer.
(yeah I know... "What are you talking about, Kim? You complain all the time!" Yeah, but not nearly as much as I used to, and lately, only about the real big things that any of us would complain about.)
In the grand scheme of things, I have really very little to be negative and complainy about. I'm employed, my boss is awesome, I have the best possible friends a person could ask for, I have someone who cares about me (our only relationship problem is geography, but if life wants me to have this, that will work itself out, so I'm not complaining about that. Yet. LOL), I have a totally awesome family and because of better eating and 4 (or more) days a week in the gym, I feel really good. Really, my biggest problem is financial, but hey, join the club right?
I'm happier overall than I have been in quite some time.
And it's been awhile since I allowed myself a full-on gripe fest. I'm entitled.
Birds. Friggin' birds!! May I ask why birds happen by my car, see the words "Nissan Sentra" and interpret that to mean "Please shit right here"? I could park my vehicle 28 miles from the nearest tree and still get nailed. As I left for lunch the other day, I discovered something - Pterodactyls are not extinct. There is no other possible culprit responsible for what I found on my windshield that afternoon.
The tree in front of my home is unhealthy and the leaves haven't come in full two years in a row now. All the other trees on the block are full and green and shady, and make much better avain dwellings. So why then, has every bird in Chicago moved into my tree and made a full-fledged sport out of dropping a deuce on my car?
The stray cats in the 'hood, I'm convinced, are in on this game. Cats catch birds, right? I've got at least 34 stray cats within a half-block radius of my house. Not one of them can catch these stupid birds? Then again, Sylvester has yet to be able to catch that little yellow bastard, Tweety, so maybe I'm wrong. ("I tawt I tawt a gween car I could shit on! I DID! I did tee a gween car I can shit on!" I hate Tweety Bird.)
I like animals and I like birds - really I do. But COME ON. This is way out of control.
Giving a cat pills. Ever try this? The vet gave me a choice... she can have pills or liquid. Now, I'd about rather wrestle the tiger that ate Roy than jack around with giving a cat pills, but the liquid option painted an even worse scenario in my mind as soon as I heard it. That story would have ended up with all the medicine all over the outside of the cat (not to mention all over me and the furniture) and I need the medicine to be inside of her, so I said, ok, I've done it before... gimme the dang pills.
It has been a week now, and we've only had 2 spit-outs, so we're not doing too bad. The worst part is prying her mouth open. She can't (won't!) just stop and comply for 10 seconds. I thought we were in good shape when twice she put up no fight, made no noise, and just ate the thing, but those turned out to be one-time deals. It's been a week now, and she knows that once I shove the pill down her yap, the ordeal is over.
But she isn't about submit to logic or to the easy way out. So twice a day there is a lot of scratching, clawing, fighting and complaining. And then there's the cat.
People who don't speak with so much as a hint of a hispanic accent unless they are saying a hispanic word or name. There is no better way to make me CRINGE. This is rampant among local newscasters. Watch one of the local newscasts in your area, I guarantee you'll find one who does this on every channel. We have 2 that spring to mind. We've got ABC's Judy Garcia and WGN's Ana Belaval.
DO NOT get me wrong. I'm not about to complain about spanish speaking people or their accents. I don't mind either. I'm griping about people who have no accent until they happen across a spanish word, and then suddenly turn into Antonio Banderas right on the spot.
Judy Garcia speaks with what I would define as pure american diction. Until she says her name. "...police have not yet released the names of the victims... for ABC-7, I'm Judy GarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrSEEEEEya." I've never heard so many rolling Rs in one word in my whole damn life.
Ana Belaval is worse. Again, no real accent, until she says her name, but she puts so much spanish flavor into saying it, that I actually had to ask around to find out what her name was because I couldn't understand her.
"You know that chick on channel 9, the one who doesn't really do anything except a lame filler segment every morning? Yeah, you know her... that woman whose job it is to report from the Botanic Gardens on National Orchid Day... what in hell is her name?"
Because the way I heard it was, "reporting from the Botanic Gardens, I'm Annblevaaaaaaaaaaal... back to you Larry and Robin." (Yeah. Robin. She's a blog all by herself - Robin Baumgarten and why she ruins my morning on a daily basis - that's gonna take some YouTube research...)
People who only hang around the gym to pick up guys/girls. Yeah, I found something else to be annoyed by at the health club. I'm sure guys do this too, but I don't know what goes on in the mens' locker room and I really don't pay that much attention to the guys working out, so I can really only speak about what I do notice, and that's the girls.
Here's what I see in the locker room: tiny little skinny girls without so much as an ounce of fat on them, ages 18ish to 22ish, standing in front of the mirrors, fixing their makeup, putting on eyeliner, fussing with their (badly colored) hair and turning sideways to see how they look in their tight little yoga pants and tank tops.
Later, they're out on the treadmills and ellipticals, barely moving so as not to break a sweat.
And here's why this annoys me: I am there to get a real workout and I can't get on a machine because these chicks are taking up space when they're not even doing anything. Go to a club or a bar if you want to wear tight little pants and inch of eyeliner to pick up guys. Jiminey christmas!
Alright, that's 4 gripes. That's my allowed amount. I don't want to slip too far back into this habit. So griping will be like my calorie counting... they will be limited so as not to go overboard and gain back too much negativity.
(that was insightful as all get out... which by the way is yet another topic I would like to cover... ridiculous phrases like "all get out" and where do they come from, and dear lord, why are they still in use... to be continued sometime after the Robin Baumgarten diatribe)
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