Work! UGH....

I haven't written in a while. I hate to say it, but I haven't been too mad. Well that all changed.

Work....I know, work is hard, boring, not fun. Not true. I like my job, most days. I work with kids and enjoy being around them.  I do have an issue. When did kids start to feel like the world belongs to them? That they can act anyway they want. There are no manners anymore. Kids feel entitled. Like we are here to serve them. Um....excuse me? I did not spend the first 20 years of my life struggling with chores, responsibilities and limits only to have my freedom and be put in my place by a kid! 


You have to earn respect. No one gets that anymore. They think they can act like an ass and bellow "I deserve respect!"  It doesn't work that way.

Here's a lesson: you are a slug. A low, dragging in the slime, afraid of salt slug. You cannot slither into my house and demand respect. Why do you get respect? What have you done. Ok, maybe among slugs you are the top dog, so to speak, but here...no way.  Back up and let me tell you how it is. You show me that you are responsible, kind, have some sort of human qualities and maybe, MAYBE, I will think about it.

I don't have to respect you, you're a kid. You have to respect me...why you ask? Because I am an adult, I have a job to do and part of my job is helping you keep your nose clean. You may not like it, but I don't care. If I don't teach you now that you are a kid, yes you have a voice and opinions but there is a way to do things, when are you ever going to learn. Barking in my face is not one of ways to express yourself. You are in for a rude awaking. Someday you will have a job and you will have a boss. If you talk to your boss the way you talk to your parents or teachers or any adult, you are in store for an eye opening experience. Let me introduce you to your little friend, it's called the pink slip. You will be fired, and this doesn't mean a vacation. You don't work, you can't pay your bills, you can't pay your bills, you don't have any stuff and that includes the electricity to play your Xbox or PS3 or whatever is out at the time.

Learn it now. Learn it fast, while you have the opportunity. When you are an adult and act like this, it will be too late.

Should you be on tv? (are you an asshole?)

The Real Housewives of DC started last night. I refuse to watch it. Why you ask? (you asked, be quiet) Because I have too much crazy in my life as it is. When you watch reality shows, it's not like a weekly comedy, you dive into the lives of these people. You are sucked in like a swirling vortex of garbage. Personally, I think people should undergo intense psychological testing before even thinking about being on reality TV. I think there should be a set of rules. If you answer yes to any of the following questions, walk...no..run away.

Ok...
1.   Are you now or have ever been under the care of a psychiatrist or psychologist?
2.   Are you currently taking medication for any type of psychological disorder?
3.   Do people tell you that you SHOULD be on medication?
4.   Have you ever been called an asshole?

To me, number 4 is the most important one. I don't care who you are, everyone at some point in time has been called an asshole. Maybe not to their face, but it's happened.  If this is true, what conclusion can we get from this?  That no one should be on reality tv.  Thank you.

Also notice that I didn't ask if you thought you were an asshole. No one ever thinks they are, especially the assholes. My husband doesn't think he's an asshole, no matter how much I tell him he is. I'm trying to help him, seriously. The first step to fixing a problem is admitting you have one. I am trying to open his eyes.  But I think it's funny when I call him an asshole (in the helpful, kind way) and his response is "Successful asshole". Now I know what he's trying to say. He's saying "You may think that, but I am a successful person. I own a business, I'm responsible. So who cares, I am a successful person."  Not to be outwitted (that will NEVER happen), I respond with "Yes, you are very successful at being an asshole." This brings him back to reality.  Oh and to clarify, I'm not an asshole, I'm a bitch. There is a big difference. But that's another post.

So back to my point.

Don't get me wrong, I love reality tv, those New Jersey Housewives suck me in every Monday and Hell's Kitchen, I mean who wouldn't want to be called a donkey on national television. . But at what cost? There is always someone on those shows who is...well, for lack of a better word...crazy. You know who I mean. This woman on a popular show, is so far from reality that I really think that she is an alien. Besides looking like one, she acts like she is supreme ruler of her world. Kind of like Yertle the Turtle..I'm Yertle the Turtle, oh marvelous me! For I am the ruler of all that I see.   Dr. Seuss...no? really?  ok....

The bad part about reality shows, and I use that term loosely, is that the reason people shouldn't be on these shows is the exact reason producers pick these people. Crazy makes good TV. But when does crazy go too far? I would think when children are involved in the show. We shouldn't glamorize nut jobs who are lucky if they can change their underwear. When I see a ranting mother talking to her kids like they are a shrink, with no regard for their feelings, I want to jump through the TV and throttle her.  Am I rambling?  I am, so what.

Do you have a show that makes you mad. Not the "love to hate" kind of show, a show that just pisses you off.

Leave a comment, or don't, who cares.

The Mad Woman

Mother was right, Hell is real

There are several different definitions of the word mad...not happy....possibly crazy, as in "you're mad, I say" (it sounds better spoken with an English accent).  I'm a little of both. One more so than the other. Which one? Depends on the day.

I need a place to vent, rant, scream about the various things in this world that make me...well, mad. Why not, who's gonna read this anyway.

I get mad about plenty of things, rude people, poor service, The Real Housewives of New Jersey...you know, the important things.

So, that's my intro. Like or not, so what.