I hope this blog entry finds you well rested and in good spirits. The entire east coast got slammed with a ton of snow last night, (Pittsburgh didn't get as much), but my former coworkers at the Museum in DC were stranded there most of the night because they couldn't get home! The highways were clogged, it was like a parking lot! Nobody there knows how to drive in snow. I think they even shut down DC today, because of it.
You would think that DC had THIS much snow, but actually, this is a photo of Russia. How'd you like to drive through THAT?! Hey, I'm from Michigan, and although we usually got a lot of snow every winter, I've never seen THAT much so piled up high in my whole life.
This photo of Russia is COOL...and I've seen some similar things like that on Lake Michigan occasionally, but not to THAT extent...I hope the waves in California never get THAT frozen!!
This photo is just plain spooky...an icicle that formed itself to look just like a hand...BIZARRE!!
Anyway, my mom sends me stuff like that via email, so I am just passing on some of the best photos. Our relatives in Connecticut are digging themselves out today, and many people in DC have no electricity right now. What a mess. But what does PITTSBURGH DO?? They're not worried about the snow...they're too busy planning a STEELERS RALLY for Friday (tomorrow) at Heinz Field, to show last week's football win against the Jets, and meet some of the players. Unbelievable. I mean, I think Ben Roethelesberger is an interesting person to some extent, but I don't care to go out in sub-zero freezing cold weather to shake his hand, ya know?! I'm content just admiring his skills from afar.
Well, I'd much rather go somewhere that's warm in the winter...no, not Florida, I've "been there, done that," and wasn't very impressed. I had a boyfriend years ago who drove us all down there, (24 hours in a car with 3 other guys, what a thrill THAT was), to South Beach in Miami, and I spent a New Years Eve on the sand and in the water, ecstatic that I was actually able to SWIM in the OCEAN that time of year...for the very first time in my whole life!! But, shortly after the trip, the boyfriend bit the dust. He was the last "vanilla" guy I ever dated, and from that point on, I vowed NEVER to date another. He actually COMPLAINED that I was "too messy" in bed...ahem..."his sheets & towels were always soaked after I left," poor baby had to do LAUNDRY all the time when I came over...tsk tsk. I said to him, "Most men would get on their hands and knees and lick it up, so shut the fuck up and get out of my face." (Yeah, I don't mess around, I say what I mean, and mean what I say, and I am brutally honest).
Anyway, so skip Florida, I'd rather go somewhere tropical I think, and warm, during the winter. I've been to Hawaii once, for 5 days...ran out of money on the 3rd day, glad I brought Ramen Noodles and granola bars with me to eat in the hotel room or I would have starved!! That place is outrageously expensive. I had ONE drink for New Years Eve with my friend Sherri (who turned out to be a royal PIA...pain in the ass), and it cost me $15 bucks!! I said, "Good thing I'm not an alcoholic yet, I'd be bankrupt around here." We rented a car and drove around the island, (Oahu) to this pizza place, and the guy who owned it looked VERY SIMILAR to YOU...I even took a picture of him, because it was so bizarre! He laughed when I told him he looked like you, and then he asked who you were. hehehehe
One thing that always drove me bonkers when I worked at the Museum was when someone ("a high muckety muck with a stick up his butt") would say to me, "Don't you KNOW who I AM?!" As if that would actually change anything. HMPH. I'd say, "No I don't, and frankly it doesn't matter who you are, we still have no tickets left to give you for today." Like I was going to pull a ticket out of my ass or something, just because they had an inflated ego about who they were? Yeah, whatever. NOT. Go talk to the fire department, honey, they're the ones who say only 3,500 tickets can be given out per day. When they're gone, they're gone, nothing we can do about it. I mean, if you're so damned PERFECT in every way, and so full of yourself, then why didn't you PLAN AHEAD and get to the Museum EARLIER to get a ticket?! Or have your "people" do it for you?! Shut the fuck up & get outta my face.
That seems to be the theme of this blog entry for some weird reason. I guess I just get annoyed with people, even Florence, when she starts whining about the "poor me" bullshit. I have to stop her in her tracks and say, "Are you in a wheelchair? NOOO, you're not. Are you sick and in the hospital? NOOO, you're NOT...can you walk by yourself without a walker or cane, YESSSS you can...do most 89 year olds know what today is on the calendar? NOOO, they don't. So quitcherbitchin'."
I don't actually SAY quit-cher-bitchin' to her, but you get the idea. The Holocaust Survivors I call "my peeps" at the Museum always taught me the lesson that, "no matter how bad life can get, don't ever ever forget that it can ALWAYS be worse." So if I was having a shitty day, I'd think to myself, "What would Nesse Godin say about this? Would she hug me and tell me I have every right to feel sorry for myself, or would she say, "Get up and dust yourself off, my daughter, and get busy livin'!" Most likely, she'd say the latter.
People who complain drive me up the wall. I mean, hell, I complain sometimes too, we all do...but the CHRONIC complainers are the ones I'm referring to. The ones where NOTHING is good enough, they are NEVER happy, and continually bitch and moan about things. Negaholics. I can't stand 'em. I say, "Get over yourself, you've got your health, you've got a roof over your head, you've got food in the fridge, and clothes on your back. Shut the fuck up and go away."
People like Paris Hilton and the Kardashian bimbo's really REALLY annoy me. I'd like to slap them all silly for giving making ALL women look bad by the way they behave, act, and deal with life. I can't even watch a soap opera on t.v. anymore without yelling at the t.v. for the person to shut the fuck up. In fact, when I watch House Hunters on HGTV, and they whine about the color of the walls, or the floor tiles being ugly, I yell at the t.v. "GOOD GOD PEOPLE, you can CHANGE all that cosmetic crap, the rest of the place is magnificent, so SHUT THE FUCK UP and BUY IT already."
I try very very hard not to complain much. If it's cold, I might say, "BRRR my nose hairs have frozen solid." But that's about it. Nothing anybody can do about it, so why waste my breath complaining? Some people just like to hear themselves talk....some people (like me) also like to watch themselves type on a keyboard too....yes, I know, and I fully admit that I'm long-winded when I write, but NOT when I'm face-to-face with someone. It's just easier for me to write it all out, whatever pops into my head at any given moment, than it is to SAY it out loud to someone else. I guess that's part of my life-long introverted-ness. I fade into the woodwork and observe others first, before I say much to them. I gauge how much BS I can get away with, or how that person might react to something I'd say, or if I might be able to knock their socks off, or if I'd offend, etc., before I open my gob. I actually THINK first.
I know, that's a tough concept for most people nowadays, to actually THINK before they speak. It's a rare custom in an old fashioned world. I swear I was born in the wrong decade. I was actually taught manners, and how to earn money, and how to SAVE money, (though that's not my favorite hobby), and I was taught common courtesy, common sense, and self-esteem---oh, and RESPECT for others too. Yeah, that was a big one. Not many kids under 30 ever seem to get taught those things anymore. I blame it on the hippy generation, though, (yeah you), because suddenly in the 80's it was a CRIME to spank your kid. That's just plain retarded. Kids NEED to be spanked. Otherwise, they grow up to be needy women with daddy issues who love being spanked during sex.
Ahem.
But I digress.
Well, I guess I should get off the computer and go do some laundry. It's quiet here for a change, I'm alone in the living room, and it's peaceful. These moments of quiet are rare now, in my life. They were deafening before, when I was single. Usually I had music playing in the background, whenever I was home alone. I miss doing that. Now I'm afraid to turn on the CD player because I might wake up Florence in the next room. SIGH. I do, however, still crank it up and sing along loudly when I drive alone in the car!! hehehe (Glad nobody else can hear me).
Alright Stephen, I will add this...I know you are persnickety about things, and sometimes snobby, and also complain about stuff...I know you're a perfectionist. Believe it or not, so am I. So I'm NOT saying I don't like you for that, but I'm just offering a different perspective for you to consider whenever that mood strikes you, that's all.
Think about how--and WHO--you were BEFORE you were famous, because THAT is the REAL you, and if you've lost touch with that person, to become this OTHER 'rich, famous, snobby' person, I just wanted you to know that I mourn that loss. Don't ever give up the real you. Just BE the real you, Stephen, and if people don't like it, tell 'em to STFU and get outta your face!
My favorite thing that I have said many times to others, "If you don't like the way I look, then don't look at me, this is ME, take it or leave it." (on those days when I don't wear makeup or do my hair/nails, etc).
Just know that I love you even with all the imperfections you might have. Just like I love Pete despite some of HIS imperfections, and I'm grateful that he sees beyond MINE too. None of us are perfect, but those people who sit around pissing and moaning about it, wishing for perfection, really get on my nerves. It's good to TRY to be perfect, but it's also realistic to know you never can be.
Love, Rebecca
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