This weekend I went to go see my parents. My stepdad underwent a very painful health procedure so I went to go see how he was doing and to help my mom out a bit. It is a 3 hour drive to their house which I usually spend listening to music from my IPOD, listening to books on CD or just enjoying contemplative mind meanderings.
Forty five minutes away from their house I decided to turn off the music and the book and just think about a story I saw on Good Morning America on the extraordinary way the Japanese people have been handling their nation’s disasters. Diane Sawyer was reporting from Japan on the admirable grace the Japanese people have shown in this time of uncertainty and loss.
The government announced rolling blackouts to avoid a total black out of the power system….but it turns out they didn’t have to. The people, on their own accord, started using energy only when absolutely necessary.
People in shelters not only kept their surroundings neat and clean, but organized their trash into orderly sections of recyclables.
They have had no looting, or fighting.... and people (even the children) are well behaved and organized when standing in lines for hours just to get the basic necessities.
As I was driving and thinking about all this, it made me realize I want to be that type of person. I want to show THAT kind of strength and serenity in the face of loss and grief. I was thinking of how much we can learn from the venerable way these people are facing the ambiguity of their future.
I CAN be like that ....I told myself. I CAN be that graceful and strong. I CAN show that type of steel in my character and kindness toward my fellow man in times of adversity……
Then this happened….
A huge fast moving truck coming towards me on the highway seemed to almost push my car off the road and could have possibly caused it to toppled it over with the wind gust it produced!
….and this is how I handled it.
‘YOU STUPID PIECE OF SHIIT MOTHER TRUCKER! YOU FREAKING MORON WTF ARE YOU THINKING!’ (Screaming this to the truck driver and scaring my baby dogs!!)
Okay….maybe I CAN’T be as Japanese as I thought I could.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Sunday, March 6, 2011
The Week I was Rejected by a Man …and a House
You read right…a was rejected by a man AND a house this past week. There’s never been a story of more woe than the one of me… a house….and my Romeo (a.k.a. A Literate Dumb Ass)
The man, I met online (kinda..). His brilliant first email consisted of only one word (3x): ‘Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps’….WTF! (Who did he think he was ..? Pablo Neruda!)
Needless to say I was not impressed….actually it just pissed me off because it was SO dumb! Thus it deserved a ‘smart ass’ email back from me….for which I did not expect a reply.
I was wrong….he replied. DAMN IT!
To make a long story short – I sent the profile to my BFF to review (as I always have her do). Unfortunatley she liked him…..she told me to be ‘nice’ (she says I can’t be a bitch right off…I need to catch a man first, marry him…then show him my bitchy side. She is SO wise!!). She told me that my challenge was to be SO NICE that he would give me his phone number.
I said NO! I will NEVER be ‘nice’ to a man just to get his number when I don’t even find him attractive or want to meet them!!!
He sent me his phone number….DAMN IT!!
Okay...you see I didn’t even have to be nice and he sent me his number. Booyaa! !
Several emails between me and my BFF ( where she told me I sucked!, and I told her she sucked!) and I was sending him a text (just to appease her so she would stop using reverse psychology on me).
He texted back….DAMN IT!!
Then something happened…he asked if I liked to read (my heart fluttered a bit). I told him I love to read. Then the most amazing thing happened….he told me that he loved to read and that his favorite book was ‘Rain of Gold’ by Victor Villasenor….OMG!! That’s my favorite book too!!! I love him!!!
Then, no more texts….WTF! (Wait!!..Wasn’t I supposed to be the one rejecting him??)
Okay…he’s busy, that’s why he hasn’t texted me. Okay…he’s really tired and really busy THAT’S why he hasn’t texted me. Okay he’s hurt and stuck under something heavy AND that’s why he hasn’t texted me.
WAIT! What the heck is wrong with me? He has an ex-wife, 2 kids under 18, I am not physically attracted to him, and he lives in an apartment instead of owning his own home (this is not a deal breaker , but I just wanted to throw it in). Oh…and he’s Mexican (My mother told me never to marry a Mexican ….she told me this after she divorced my Mexican father). Thank you God for taking him out of my path….I was temporarily blinded by the fact he liked to read….DAMN IT!!
Surprisingly enough I met the house online too.
I decided that it was time to buy myself a house. I am working with the nicest, sweetest real estate agent. She looks like a little Mexican doll. I know what you are thinking; I am going to drive her to drink. Probably, but I did warn her that I am bossy and opinionated and to top it all off …….patience is NOT one of my virtues.
The house in question is a beautiful cookie-cutter house in a newer development in town. I liked it and was willing to put in a bid. It took all of 12 hours for it to be rejected. We were told that the house was already priced low and they wanted the full asking price for it. BUT! BUT!
What the hell happened? I thought his was a buyer’s market? The NERVE!!! AS IF!!!
Fine! Even though the house was the nicest one I had seen to date, the backyard was right next to a busy main street and the rooms were too small, and the restrooms were too cheaply made. I was blinded by the fact it liked to read (Oh, wait that was the man…not the house). I was blinded by the fact that it is a ‘Spanish Mediterranean’…the equivalent to tall, dark and handsome.
My Real Estate agent told me that looking for a house was like looking for a husband. Well DARN! Since I haven’t had luck with one….She is going to have to change that analogy…or else we are doomed!
So – you see …rejected by a man and a house…neither of which I really wanted.
Lesson learned!
The man, I met online (kinda..). His brilliant first email consisted of only one word (3x): ‘Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps’….WTF! (Who did he think he was ..? Pablo Neruda!)
Needless to say I was not impressed….actually it just pissed me off because it was SO dumb! Thus it deserved a ‘smart ass’ email back from me….for which I did not expect a reply.
I was wrong….he replied. DAMN IT!
To make a long story short – I sent the profile to my BFF to review (as I always have her do). Unfortunatley she liked him…..she told me to be ‘nice’ (she says I can’t be a bitch right off…I need to catch a man first, marry him…then show him my bitchy side. She is SO wise!!). She told me that my challenge was to be SO NICE that he would give me his phone number.
I said NO! I will NEVER be ‘nice’ to a man just to get his number when I don’t even find him attractive or want to meet them!!!
He sent me his phone number….DAMN IT!!
Okay...you see I didn’t even have to be nice and he sent me his number. Booyaa! !
Several emails between me and my BFF ( where she told me I sucked!, and I told her she sucked!) and I was sending him a text (just to appease her so she would stop using reverse psychology on me).
He texted back….DAMN IT!!
Then something happened…he asked if I liked to read (my heart fluttered a bit). I told him I love to read. Then the most amazing thing happened….he told me that he loved to read and that his favorite book was ‘Rain of Gold’ by Victor Villasenor….OMG!! That’s my favorite book too!!! I love him!!!
Then, no more texts….WTF! (Wait!!..Wasn’t I supposed to be the one rejecting him??)
Okay…he’s busy, that’s why he hasn’t texted me. Okay…he’s really tired and really busy THAT’S why he hasn’t texted me. Okay he’s hurt and stuck under something heavy AND that’s why he hasn’t texted me.
WAIT! What the heck is wrong with me? He has an ex-wife, 2 kids under 18, I am not physically attracted to him, and he lives in an apartment instead of owning his own home (this is not a deal breaker , but I just wanted to throw it in). Oh…and he’s Mexican (My mother told me never to marry a Mexican ….she told me this after she divorced my Mexican father). Thank you God for taking him out of my path….I was temporarily blinded by the fact he liked to read….DAMN IT!!
Surprisingly enough I met the house online too.
I decided that it was time to buy myself a house. I am working with the nicest, sweetest real estate agent. She looks like a little Mexican doll. I know what you are thinking; I am going to drive her to drink. Probably, but I did warn her that I am bossy and opinionated and to top it all off …….patience is NOT one of my virtues.
The house in question is a beautiful cookie-cutter house in a newer development in town. I liked it and was willing to put in a bid. It took all of 12 hours for it to be rejected. We were told that the house was already priced low and they wanted the full asking price for it. BUT! BUT!
What the hell happened? I thought his was a buyer’s market? The NERVE!!! AS IF!!!
Fine! Even though the house was the nicest one I had seen to date, the backyard was right next to a busy main street and the rooms were too small, and the restrooms were too cheaply made. I was blinded by the fact it liked to read (Oh, wait that was the man…not the house). I was blinded by the fact that it is a ‘Spanish Mediterranean’…the equivalent to tall, dark and handsome.
My Real Estate agent told me that looking for a house was like looking for a husband. Well DARN! Since I haven’t had luck with one….She is going to have to change that analogy…or else we are doomed!
So – you see …rejected by a man and a house…neither of which I really wanted.
Lesson learned!
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