Truth is generally the best vindication against slander

"The things you own end up owning you. It's only after you lose everything that you're free to do anything."

I'd like to add, it's only after you realize who your true friends are that you are free to do anything. Finding out who they are is the hardest part of all. Michelle and Barack Obama just recently did a PR event on bullying in youths, and it was very touching and supportive for those who are bullied. Maybe most people don't realize that bullying is an ageless issue. It doesn't matter how old you are, someones always gong to want to  push you around.
Here's the thing though, I am tired of it. I was picked on as a child because I was a chubby kid.Well, as an adult, a much thinner adult, I am still picked on. I bother no one, I am nice to everyone I meet. And yet, I still cannot escape the depths some will go to in an effort to make themselves feel better.
Its has been about 8 months that I have tried to be the bigger person and ignore the things people said about me for no good reason.
I am not an insecure person at all and I have spent years honing in on the people around me. I have surrounded myself with the best of the very best and those are my friends. I have no room in my life or my closet to manage baggage that belongs to others.
Everyone is bullied at one point in life or another, but it usually ends with adolescents. Notice, I didn't mention an age. When adults become targets of bullying the stakes are alot higher. When adults become bullies, the levels they will stoop to are alot lower. It has been almost a full year that I have been dealing with alleged adults and their sophomoric behavior. I have learned that being the bigger person and ignoring them only adds fuel to their fire. However, I am only willing to ignore them. I have no time to acknowledge their ratchet ways, nor do I even want to. Just hearing about it is exhausting enough, how do people have this much time? Most of this targeted bullying stems from jealously and that's a shame.
The moral of this story, is that we, as humans, need to start thinking a little bit more about what we do. And what we say and stop making crap up. If you have that much time to dedicate to enviously destroying someones life, let me know, I have some paperwork you can file or cars to wash. Go volunteer somewhere or get a job. And when you are down trying to ruin my life and realize it's not working, look back and calculate how time and dedication you wasted. Time, you will never get back.

You had forgot your dog, sir.

People complain about children in restaurants, smoking in bars, or well, anywhere. So, why is that people are so tolerant of dogs in public? And I am not talking about dogs in parks. I am talking about little pocket-sized dogs that are more of an accesory than animal. Why would you think to take your little screecher somewhere where you know you will have to leave them unattended outside while you use the bathroom or order your drink from Starbucks? I am not a dog sitter. And I am not amused. I am here with a friend catching up, not dog sitting. Park Place is an establishment where you can take your little pooch and they can watch it. That's what they do. I'd rather hear some moron picking a new ringtone than your screechingly loud, scrappy bark. Dogs are not appropriate in public places like this. If I walk by and your dog jumps on me, you're getting a bill for my dry cleaning.
We all know that the dog owner in question would complain if he was in a restaurant and a baby was crying. Sir, it's a baby, they are ALLOWED here! And when people start shooting you dirty looks, it's because your dog has been barking for an hour and it's triggering, not only my ADD, but my turettes.
Seriously, when did courtesy escape us? I'll hold the door for you, no problem, but not your dog. I have a dog. I love dogs, but my dog stays home because as cute as she is, she will take you out like a line backer if she jumps on you. It's not cool to bring your dog where food is served is anyways.
If your dog can fit in a tote bag, that doesn't mean you have to utilize it and tote it around all day. If you must, and I mean must tote the dog about, tote it to the dog park. Just saying.

You must have gotten up on the wrong side of the cage this morning.

Everyday I drive down the same road at the very same time, everyday. Everyday. If you are familiar with the west side of Jacksonville, I drive down Wesconnett between Blanding and 103rd, everyday. There is a middle school on said road. There is also a sign with a FLASHING LIGHT, when it's FLASHING, the speed limit is 15mph. We all know how a school zone works.
Everyday, I end up behind some lady in a Buick that somehow believes that the whole entire road is a school zone from sunrise to sunset. She also feels 15 mph is far too fast as there is a school!!
Is it legal to pass a car in a school zone? I need to know. You all know when you get behind someone that slow and you start swerving a little right to left so that people behind you can see it's not you holding up life in general. Everyday I see this lady and if I had enough time I would follow her home and let her know the school zone in question is 15 mph and less than 10 feet in length.
In other news, I finally got paid from the job I shot in January from JU. Wow. Really! Now being my Alma Mater I won't trash you too much. However, when I attended JU, and was a day late on my outrageously high tuition you froze my account and dropped my classes. Now, when the tables are turned, it's no big deal. And you know what JU, that's why nobody likes your ass.
And lastly, a quick update on quiting smoking, it sucks and it's hard and I don't want to do it anymore. After trying almost everything, of all people my girl parts doctor has given me the best advice. I will share it with you all because sharing is caring. Now part one, my doctor will not give me birth control after a certain age if I still smoke, well, I don't want kids, so that lights a fire up under my butt. I used the fire to light my smoke. Part two, I have to limit myself to 18 cigarettes a day, and take them out of the pack and put them in a sandwich bag. So now I have to buy cigarettes AND sandwich bags. Quiting is costly. Well, after a week, I cut down to 16 and then 14 etc. So far this is working I only smoke the 18 and sometimes I have some left over but, Marlboro is not t mobile and I cannot roll over my unused smokes. 18 a day no more. The downside, is now I am carrying my precious smokes around in a sandwich bag, which one, makes me feel like a shady crack head and two, I am in constant fear of breaking my cigarettes because they are in a sandwich bag. Bonus, the sandwich bag keeps loose tobacco from collecting in the bottom of my bag and I can save it all and make my own cigarette.
That is all.

I'm not as dumb as you look.

Delicious Installment Number Two

Today I learned that people think I am dumb. HA! That's good keep thinking that. Here is the situation and it happens all the time and being that I am not dumb, magna cum laude, I picked up on this a long time ago.

This is how the situation goes. I get a call from someone that I barely know and haven't talked to them in eons, and mind you, I am ok with that. My 'friend' that I didn't know I had is getting married or having a baby or something big and important. They would be honored if I could attend. Well, I can't. I know that you are going to call me sometime before your event and casually chat me up and then ask if I can bring my camera and take some shots, just a few, we'd appreciate it.

Well, I can't.

You want me to take pictures while I am there, pay me. I don't pull that crap on you when I run into to you at your job, mainly because, I am trying to find a way to avoid talking to you, as WE ARENT FRIENDS. This is what you will end up with for the next person calls me and pulls the remember me card.

Maybe you won't have my closet in the frame but that's what you get. I will take 3000 pictures of myself, that way you can remember what I look like for next time you see me avoiding you in a store. And then maybe you won't call me. I work hard, very hard, if I want to do something for free I can find plenty on my own do to. If my ACTUAL FRIEND needs a favor, I am your gal. However, if the we had a ninth grade math class together and we sat across the room from each other and that was the extent of it. We probably aren't friends.

I LOVE LOVE LOVE my friends, and I will do anything for them. But if you have to hire a private investigator to get my phone number, we aren't friends and we never will be because now you are also a creepy stalker and I am filing for a TRO.

Sidenote: I am trying to quit smoking. So, if everyone could just use more common sense, I'd appreciate it.

Caution: Thinking area, Hard Hat Required

At some point in my '25' years of Earth dwelling, I have developed the highest level of stress that can be obtained. Always over achieving, I guess. After having tried everything to curb this stress situation and failing, I am now publically venting in an attempt to be more relaxed. So, by reading this maybe I can push my stress to others, sharing is caring.
And what is bothering me today, you may not be wondering. Jerks. That's what is on my mind. Tire Kingdom is full of jerks.
Thanks for telling me what's wrong with my car in mumbo jumbo and then quoting it at over $600, I can get some mumbo jumbo from Fast Wok for 6.99, and get a free fortune cookie.
The man on the phone, 'Justin' if that's his real name, really thinks I know what a rear brake cylinder drum is. I barely knew where Tire Kingdom was. Furthermore, rear brake cylinder drum, sounds dirty. That's sexual harrasment 'Justin' and I don't have to take it.
Jerk.
Come on people, look at me, I don't know anything about cars and you can tell, lets be honest.