I woke up today, to be reminded of my first time being asked back to the bakery...
A mansplaining dude (and I mean a dude, younger, long haired hippy, as my Grandfather would have described him...) comes in the bakery...
Now, said dude, had apparently almost had an accident with my prior elderly female customer, on the way over, and said dude, flipped her off, to express his frustration/anger, with the lady. Dude also mansplained that he was fearful, as he saw her come in twice ( once to get product, the other looking for her sunglasses) since he had in fact flipped her off on his way in.
Me: "Well, if you're not prepared to deal with consequences, maybe you shouldn't flip people off, the reason she came back was to look for her sunglasses. (that were on her forehead, the entire time...)"
Dude then mansplained that I had offended him, judged him, and wanted to talk to my manager...So I got her, explained what I had said, then let him mansplain, his butthurt story to my now former manager...She basically stated what I had, and that seemed to satisfy said victim mind set dude, and he left...
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Monday, June 18, 2018
Friday, June 8, 2018
Belonging
So for those of you that know, I went to a gathering for some of the ladies at my church. A good portion of the time spent was focused on getting to know each other outside of church, a wonderful idea I might add. But something I had to get off my chest, when it comes to belonging at a church, there was a time I felt I didn't belong, even at my church...Let me explain.
My Father was still in the household, and I felt obligated to go on Christmas Eve and Easter as a teenager, but otherwise, I was almost banished from church, I felt like, there were families that always greeted me, asking why I wasn't in Sunday School, or the youth groups, and to be honest, I never knew why, other than it didn't fit into my Father's plans...I had to go directly home, get a letter grade on my behavior at church, and then a second, unofficial sermon, one that pointed out what my father disagreed with...Gee, what 16-17 year-old wouldn't want that???
As a child, we didn't have a church in Ames, and if we went, my dad, sometimes had to drag me and my bicycle up hills quite literally, as I was about to drop, from exhaustion, it felt like...Yes Mom and Brother took the air-conditioned car, I had to bike, with my Father. I was baptized at my Mother's Lutheran church in Des Moines as a baby, and for some reason, had negative views of physically going to church growing up.
It wasn't until my Sophomore year of college, while living on campus, and literally, down some steps and across the street, and down a hill, that I started going to the church, on my own there, went to the college age meetings, and had my preconceived notions bout why those groups were created, that offended some, and I was once again, a baptized Lutheran, feeling shunned.
Fast Forward a few years, I was out of school, my parents had separated, and I was going to church,my current church, when I wasn't saving the other half of the week from utter chaos at work...I got bold and after a time & talent sermon, decided to give the parish choir a try. I was welcomed in, as you'll know my joining choirs, was where I most often laid down the groundwork for friendships. These developed, and then I was asked to join the youth board, and I wan't even a full fledged member of the church in my own right, after that I was selected to be a district YWR, and I'd never even gone through Confirmation, so Pastor quickly got me through adult Confirmation, and then maybe a month later I was the only YWR from the Boone Zone at the district convention, where I worshiped, fellowshiped, and got a standing ovation for my performance as "Nervous Nell, I've stayed active in the choir, when my schedule allows, and am trying to get back into working with the youth and education realms, where as a child/teenager, I was lacking in my spiritual growth...Do I feel like I belong now? Of course, and it's not that I ever felt shunned by the congregation from coming, but more not allowed by my Father...
My Father was still in the household, and I felt obligated to go on Christmas Eve and Easter as a teenager, but otherwise, I was almost banished from church, I felt like, there were families that always greeted me, asking why I wasn't in Sunday School, or the youth groups, and to be honest, I never knew why, other than it didn't fit into my Father's plans...I had to go directly home, get a letter grade on my behavior at church, and then a second, unofficial sermon, one that pointed out what my father disagreed with...Gee, what 16-17 year-old wouldn't want that???
As a child, we didn't have a church in Ames, and if we went, my dad, sometimes had to drag me and my bicycle up hills quite literally, as I was about to drop, from exhaustion, it felt like...Yes Mom and Brother took the air-conditioned car, I had to bike, with my Father. I was baptized at my Mother's Lutheran church in Des Moines as a baby, and for some reason, had negative views of physically going to church growing up.
It wasn't until my Sophomore year of college, while living on campus, and literally, down some steps and across the street, and down a hill, that I started going to the church, on my own there, went to the college age meetings, and had my preconceived notions bout why those groups were created, that offended some, and I was once again, a baptized Lutheran, feeling shunned.
Fast Forward a few years, I was out of school, my parents had separated, and I was going to church,my current church, when I wasn't saving the other half of the week from utter chaos at work...I got bold and after a time & talent sermon, decided to give the parish choir a try. I was welcomed in, as you'll know my joining choirs, was where I most often laid down the groundwork for friendships. These developed, and then I was asked to join the youth board, and I wan't even a full fledged member of the church in my own right, after that I was selected to be a district YWR, and I'd never even gone through Confirmation, so Pastor quickly got me through adult Confirmation, and then maybe a month later I was the only YWR from the Boone Zone at the district convention, where I worshiped, fellowshiped, and got a standing ovation for my performance as "Nervous Nell, I've stayed active in the choir, when my schedule allows, and am trying to get back into working with the youth and education realms, where as a child/teenager, I was lacking in my spiritual growth...Do I feel like I belong now? Of course, and it's not that I ever felt shunned by the congregation from coming, but more not allowed by my Father...
Thursday, June 7, 2018
No, I don't want...
Ya know, I CANNOT say how much #CPChatNow, has been a Godsend for me, till some dude comes along and ruins it, with a #CPChatNude...Dude, #sorrynotsorry, I'm gonna call you out on the BS, and tell you, it's TMI, especially when there are high schoolers joining the chat, ain't nobody got time for that...No, I don't want to join you in your hashtaging, and no, I'm not sorry, I typed it...
The same goes for telling 18 yr olds about the time you dated a high schooler while in college...Linny (as my Grandma Ruth would say) ain't got time for that...
Also, to that one Sophomore to my Freshman in High School, that got me threatened with expulsion (for false accusations I might add) my FIRST day of high school, because I wouldn't make conversation with you, till you stated a fact, that I have a nice hair color, then dated some other girl, another Freshman, while you both dyed your hair my color, then turned a radiant shade of orange...okay, so I had a crush, till the false tan orange, that shit's not natural....
In conclusion, guys, please save it for somebody who cares...
The same goes for telling 18 yr olds about the time you dated a high schooler while in college...Linny (as my Grandma Ruth would say) ain't got time for that...
Also, to that one Sophomore to my Freshman in High School, that got me threatened with expulsion (for false accusations I might add) my FIRST day of high school, because I wouldn't make conversation with you, till you stated a fact, that I have a nice hair color, then dated some other girl, another Freshman, while you both dyed your hair my color, then turned a radiant shade of orange...okay, so I had a crush, till the false tan orange, that shit's not natural....
In conclusion, guys, please save it for somebody who cares...
Tuesday, June 5, 2018
Independent
To the majority of you, you may not be in Iowa, but let me explain. Today is the primary in Iowa, or if you look up what that is, you vote to help decide who goes on to run, in this case most notably, for Governor. As well as if you know me, AT ALL, you know unlike my right-wing father, and left-wing brother, that I hate politics. As such, I refuse to have any political party affiliation. So, come primaries, I get no option to vote for, as I believe, when voting, it really is choosing the lesser of the evils, and the primaries are really just a bunch of hokum, about people that were already running anyways, it's basically just the cue for the others to drop out of said political race...
You might figure that with my Father & Brother being so active in the political realm, that I might actually care, but you see, the competing testosterone, while I love them, kind of killed my enthusiasm about politics, so I take my Mother's & Grandfather's approach to politics, which is this-choosing the lesser of the evils...And while in my youth, I voted for some republicans, since they seem to want control over every female body, even in some cases of rape or incest, if not properly documented, with none for males, I've been a liberal-leaning independent, ever since...
Regardless of your political influences, dear Readers, you do read my blog, so that's step one, to becoming, no I'm just kidding, do what you want...
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You might figure that with my Father & Brother being so active in the political realm, that I might actually care, but you see, the competing testosterone, while I love them, kind of killed my enthusiasm about politics, so I take my Mother's & Grandfather's approach to politics, which is this-choosing the lesser of the evils...And while in my youth, I voted for some republicans, since they seem to want control over every female body, even in some cases of rape or incest, if not properly documented, with none for males, I've been a liberal-leaning independent, ever since...
Regardless of your political influences, dear Readers, you do read my blog, so that's step one, to becoming, no I'm just kidding, do what you want...
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Wednesday, May 30, 2018
With A Grain of Salt
Dear Readers,
It occurred to me last night that Ethel, who is the whole reason I wrote this blog (See "The Reason I Wrote This Blog"), talks shit about anybody who is not there...And by there, I mean, in the same room, apparently, cuz I don't leave the floors sopping wet upon mopping them...that she told one of my coworkers it looked as though I hadn't mopped. I thought we were past this, we got along this time, I then I find out about this comment...And then I remembered what one of my cousins, said about my Aunt, after my Grandmother, literally, had just passed, you have to take everything she says with a grain of salt. I didn't know what to think about this phrase "With a grain of salt", but I feel in this situation, it fits even more accurately than it did about my aunt. See, Ethel is overly critical of everyone but herself, as I said earlier, when not in the same room as them.
Ethel is a lonely older woman, with nothing better to do than criticize, and complain about how no man loves her, as a conversation starter to her teenage coworkers, I know this, as I started when I was 14...Rather than get on the internet, and instead of using it to stalk her hated coworkers, put aside all her fears, and join a dating site, for crap's sake...
But then again, I save the "No man loves me" drama talks for my Mama, or this lovely blog, you happen to be reading, so that I don't have to talk to anyone about it, they already just know... Yes, I firmly believe that Ethel is my future self, if I am not careful. If I allow myself to become a bitter, older person.
So, knowing all this about Ethel, I plan to take everything she says with a grain of salt, know that she is at least nice to my face, and that if she ever follows through with joining us for queso sometime, it could be a really funny thing for my inner self-that only you know, dear readers. So as a person that knows all this, I also plan to pray for her, that I can continue to show kindness to her, despite the backlash I might face, pray for me dear readers, as my mission is right in my own backyard, so to speak...
It occurred to me last night that Ethel, who is the whole reason I wrote this blog (See "The Reason I Wrote This Blog"), talks shit about anybody who is not there...And by there, I mean, in the same room, apparently, cuz I don't leave the floors sopping wet upon mopping them...that she told one of my coworkers it looked as though I hadn't mopped. I thought we were past this, we got along this time, I then I find out about this comment...And then I remembered what one of my cousins, said about my Aunt, after my Grandmother, literally, had just passed, you have to take everything she says with a grain of salt. I didn't know what to think about this phrase "With a grain of salt", but I feel in this situation, it fits even more accurately than it did about my aunt. See, Ethel is overly critical of everyone but herself, as I said earlier, when not in the same room as them.
Ethel is a lonely older woman, with nothing better to do than criticize, and complain about how no man loves her, as a conversation starter to her teenage coworkers, I know this, as I started when I was 14...Rather than get on the internet, and instead of using it to stalk her hated coworkers, put aside all her fears, and join a dating site, for crap's sake...
But then again, I save the "No man loves me" drama talks for my Mama, or this lovely blog, you happen to be reading, so that I don't have to talk to anyone about it, they already just know... Yes, I firmly believe that Ethel is my future self, if I am not careful. If I allow myself to become a bitter, older person.
So, knowing all this about Ethel, I plan to take everything she says with a grain of salt, know that she is at least nice to my face, and that if she ever follows through with joining us for queso sometime, it could be a really funny thing for my inner self-that only you know, dear readers. So as a person that knows all this, I also plan to pray for her, that I can continue to show kindness to her, despite the backlash I might face, pray for me dear readers, as my mission is right in my own backyard, so to speak...
Monday, April 30, 2018
To Be Blunt?
If I'm being honest with myself, I am a blunt person. Nowadays, at least...
Is that really the best thing? Maybe, subtly worked for me when I was younger, now I'm a snarky sass ball/ force to be reckoned with when it comes to my opinion, if you're going to ask-well, I'll give it to you. I never mean to be mean, do I think I'm hysterically funny at all times? Why yes, yes I do. Do people that don't know me take me the wrong way? All the time...I should probably come with a translating guide, for those that don't understand when I switch into my snarky sarcastic comments, but do I? Why no, no I do not...
Also readers, I'm terribly sorry I haven't blogged in quite a while, I've been busy working-back at the same bakery I had previously had the 9.5 year on & off again relationship with-we're back on-I'm retraining myself, and training a bunch of new people, while again looking for the dream local paralegal job...Also, I've had lovely people I've been trying to reconnect with, and be a better friend to, in general....
The book! Getting there slowly, I've found wonderful people to help me edit, myself, yet stay true to the blog, which is where my global fan base is, so I want to keep you all happy with my short essay-ish memoir...Stay tuned!
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Is that really the best thing? Maybe, subtly worked for me when I was younger, now I'm a snarky sass ball/ force to be reckoned with when it comes to my opinion, if you're going to ask-well, I'll give it to you. I never mean to be mean, do I think I'm hysterically funny at all times? Why yes, yes I do. Do people that don't know me take me the wrong way? All the time...I should probably come with a translating guide, for those that don't understand when I switch into my snarky sarcastic comments, but do I? Why no, no I do not...
Also readers, I'm terribly sorry I haven't blogged in quite a while, I've been busy working-back at the same bakery I had previously had the 9.5 year on & off again relationship with-we're back on-I'm retraining myself, and training a bunch of new people, while again looking for the dream local paralegal job...Also, I've had lovely people I've been trying to reconnect with, and be a better friend to, in general....
The book! Getting there slowly, I've found wonderful people to help me edit, myself, yet stay true to the blog, which is where my global fan base is, so I want to keep you all happy with my short essay-ish memoir...Stay tuned!
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Sunday, April 1, 2018
Disability Expert?
PEOPLE! Just because I have Cerebral Palsy, a disability, Anxiety and Depression, which are debilitating given the right day...Does not mean I know everyone's disabilities, ailments, diseases, nor injuries. So if you approach me in church to ask me if someone's son is mentally challenged? and I say "yeah?" That's really a "I don't know Lady/Sir, ask them! I am not Professor X, and I do not have a Cerebro to tell me what ails them. Nor do I consider myself a mutant, in the first place!" I give my Ma credit for the X-men analogy, and I am just a fan, referencing the character, for purposes of a blog.
So no, I am not a disability expert, nor do I claim to be. I was just put in another awkward situation, where I didn't say half of what I wanted to...Again leading me to take this opportunity to make up for the missed opportunity on Easter Sunday of all days...
And another thing! What in the world is wrong with a couple wanting to dance in a mall to the music? As long as they're not knocking people over, which my Grandpa & Grandma K, never did, I always thought it cute of them to still be dancing all those years later...And although both have passed, it's how I remember them, and think of the two together again.
Basically, I needed to rant on Easter, so I did so in writing...
Working on my memoir, FYI...
So no, I am not a disability expert, nor do I claim to be. I was just put in another awkward situation, where I didn't say half of what I wanted to...Again leading me to take this opportunity to make up for the missed opportunity on Easter Sunday of all days...
And another thing! What in the world is wrong with a couple wanting to dance in a mall to the music? As long as they're not knocking people over, which my Grandpa & Grandma K, never did, I always thought it cute of them to still be dancing all those years later...And although both have passed, it's how I remember them, and think of the two together again.
Basically, I needed to rant on Easter, so I did so in writing...
Working on my memoir, FYI...
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