1. I don’t do windows because ... I love birds and don’t want one to run into them and hurt themselves.2. I don’t wax floors because ... I am terrified a guest will slip, hurt themselves, I’ll feel terrible and they may sue me.3. I don’t mind the dustbunnies because ... they are very good company and I have named most of them, they agree with everything I say.4. I don’t disturb cobwebs because ... I want every creature to have a home of their own and the kids love spiders.5. I don’t Spring Clean because ... I love all the seasons and don’t want them to get jealous.6. I don’t plant a garden because ... I don’t want to get in God’s way, he is an excellent designer.7. I don’t put things away because ... my kids will never be able to find them again.8. I don’t do gourmet meals when I entertain because ... I don’t want my guests to stress out over what to make when they invite me over for dinner.9. I don’t iron because ... I believe them when they say “Permanent Press”.10. I don’t stress much on anything because ... AType Personalities die young and I want to stick around and become a wrinkled up crusty ol lady!

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1. I don’t do windows because ... I love birds and don’t want one to run into them and hurt themselves.2. I don’t wax floors because ... I am terrified a guest will slip, hurt themselves, I’ll feel terrible and they may sue me.3. I don’t mind the dustbunnies because ... they are very good company and I have named most of them, they agree with everything I say.4. I don’t disturb cobwebs because ... I want every creature to have a home of their own and the kids love spiders.5. I don’t Spring Clean because ... I love all the seasons and don’t want them to get jealous.6. I don’t plant a garden because ... I don’t want to get in God’s way, he is an excellent designer.7. I don’t put things away because ... my kids will never be able to find them again.8. I don’t do gourmet meals when I entertain because ... I don’t want my guests to stress out over what to make when they invite me over for dinner.9. I don’t iron because ... I believe them when they say “Permanent Press”.10. I don’t stress much on anything because ... AType Personalities die young and I want to stick around and become a wrinkled up crusty ol lady!

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Ever had someone that has been in your life so long you can’t imagine them not? It’s like missing an arm........I love that about you..........

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Ever had someone that has been in your life so long you can’t imagine them not? It’s like missing an arm........I love that about you..........

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Ahhh, up before the children!I like working in the morning, versus closing, I just wish I could do it more than twice a week. It’s nice to see my children’s faces!There is only one thing that I don’t like about this shift.I am basically in charge of all the courtesy clerks. That is like babysitting 10 teenagers all at once.Not just any teenagers either, Scottsdale teenagers.I’ve worked at different stores, and the attitudes of the kids in Scottsdale just floors me.These are kids that come from very well to do families. Their parents send them to our store to get a job in order for them to “learn” responsibility.When did it become societies job to teach kids responsibility?Isn’t that the parent’s job at home?These kids have no idea what it means to work!You give them a job to do, and they look at you in shock!"You want me to do what?! That is going to make me sweat!"Oh for pete’s sake.The kids at my old store knew what a work ethic was. They were paying their own car insurance, or saving to buy a car. They were paying their own cell phone bills. If they got fired, they wouldn’t have their little extravagances they loved so much.At this store, mommy and daddy pay for all of their bills. They don’t need their jobs. All they have to do is show up.For them, work is an extended social hour. To get them to be reliable, dependable, and hard workers is like teaching a cat to open your beer. They just stand there and look at you, then saunter off to hide.These are the representatives of our future generations. They want to live the life of bling, but have no idea what it takes to actually earn that life style. They see Daddy livin’ large, but what they have no clue about is how hard Daddy had to work to get there. They think they are entitled to a life of bling.Entitlement. That is a word that pisses me off. What exactly is anybody entitled to? It is such a selfish world we live in today. Everyone believes the world owes them a living simply because they are gracing the planet with their existence. Aren’t you only here because mom and dad had a little fun one night? As far as I know, no one has been born under the birth right of devine Godliness in my lifetime.I am afraid for their children’s children. This new up and coming generation scares me enough. What are we doing to our children, and in turn, what are we setting ourselves up for regarding our own futures?These children today are so self-absorbed right now, by the time we are seniors, what’s it going to be like?

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Ahhh, up before the children!I like working in the morning, versus closing, I just wish I could do it more than twice a week. It’s nice to see my children’s faces!There is only one thing that I don’t like about this shift.I am basically in charge of all the courtesy clerks. That is like babysitting 10 teenagers all at once.Not just any teenagers either, Scottsdale teenagers.I’ve worked at different stores, and the attitudes of the kids in Scottsdale just floors me.These are kids that come from very well to do families. Their parents send them to our store to get a job in order for them to “learn” responsibility.When did it become societies job to teach kids responsibility?Isn’t that the parent’s job at home?These kids have no idea what it means to work!You give them a job to do, and they look at you in shock!"You want me to do what?! That is going to make me sweat!"Oh for pete’s sake.The kids at my old store knew what a work ethic was. They were paying their own car insurance, or saving to buy a car. They were paying their own cell phone bills. If they got fired, they wouldn’t have their little extravagances they loved so much.At this store, mommy and daddy pay for all of their bills. They don’t need their jobs. All they have to do is show up.For them, work is an extended social hour. To get them to be reliable, dependable, and hard workers is like teaching a cat to open your beer. They just stand there and look at you, then saunter off to hide.These are the representatives of our future generations. They want to live the life of bling, but have no idea what it takes to actually earn that life style. They see Daddy livin’ large, but what they have no clue about is how hard Daddy had to work to get there. They think they are entitled to a life of bling.Entitlement. That is a word that pisses me off. What exactly is anybody entitled to? It is such a selfish world we live in today. Everyone believes the world owes them a living simply because they are gracing the planet with their existence. Aren’t you only here because mom and dad had a little fun one night? As far as I know, no one has been born under the birth right of devine Godliness in my lifetime.I am afraid for their children’s children. This new up and coming generation scares me enough. What are we doing to our children, and in turn, what are we setting ourselves up for regarding our own futures?These children today are so self-absorbed right now, by the time we are seniors, what’s it going to be like?

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Picking fights.There is always a reason for pickin’ fights. Bad day? Stress release of any kind, the person will pick a fight. What does that mean?What does it mean if the fight picker picks a fight every day, sometimes for hours on end. Even when, you’re calmly rejecting a reaction to their fight picking, and they keep pushing, and pushing and pushing. Until you finally give in and give them what they want.What does that make you? A people pleaser? A co-dependent? What?I am sure someone in the field is having a hay-day with this. I, personally, am not trained in this stuff, nor do I have any fun with this.Note the time of the blog.What’s up?Sleeping quietly, or trying to really, and BLAM! Outta no where, I am accused of not caring, of cheating, and everything else. No offense, but, I work 60 hours a week, 6 days a week. When the fuck do I have time to cheat on anyone other than my diet?! And I don’t even have much time for that, mind you.I got screamed at night before last because I put one of the cordless phones back on the hook. Swear to God, shit you not, that is what I got screamed at for.Yet, I am considered a “bitch” ** because I wouldn’t have it! Don’t you DARE speak to me like that!!!!! Yea. I am a huge bitch**.Back to the fight starter. There is a reason behind the madness. In my experience, it is due to unhappiness and an unwillingness to be the one to make the transition needing to be made. In plain terms, a lack of balls.I have big balls. I hide them well. I only use them when needed.If you’re picking fights because you no longer want to be in the situation to which you are picking fights about, I suggest you grow some gonads and just say it! I WANT OUT!.......How hard is that?! Instead, let’s make the person you quote “love” life a living hell, and any one whom might be directly connected, i.e, children. Do the kids really need to be a party to your lack of balls? Do they really need to listen while you’re yelling at and degrading mommy because you don’t want to be around anymore?! Puuhleeze! Get over yourself!The saddest thing of all, is that I haven’t done a repeat of last September yet, where I throw all of his shit out the front door onto the lawn at 12:30 am........I am sure it’s coming........**B.I.T.C.H.  (My definition)B- beautifulI- intelligentT- talentedC- caringH- honest

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Picking fights.There is always a reason for pickin’ fights. Bad day? Stress release of any kind, the person will pick a fight. What does that mean?What does it mean if the fight picker picks a fight every day, sometimes for hours on end. Even when, you’re calmly rejecting a reaction to their fight picking, and they keep pushing, and pushing and pushing. Until you finally give in and give them what they want.What does that make you? A people pleaser? A co-dependent? What?I am sure someone in the field is having a hay-day with this. I, personally, am not trained in this stuff, nor do I have any fun with this.Note the time of the blog.What’s up?Sleeping quietly, or trying to really, and BLAM! Outta no where, I am accused of not caring, of cheating, and everything else. No offense, but, I work 60 hours a week, 6 days a week. When the fuck do I have time to cheat on anyone other than my diet?! And I don’t even have much time for that, mind you.I got screamed at night before last because I put one of the cordless phones back on the hook. Swear to God, shit you not, that is what I got screamed at for.Yet, I am considered a “bitch” ** because I wouldn’t have it! Don’t you DARE speak to me like that!!!!! Yea. I am a huge bitch**.Back to the fight starter. There is a reason behind the madness. In my experience, it is due to unhappiness and an unwillingness to be the one to make the transition needing to be made. In plain terms, a lack of balls.I have big balls. I hide them well. I only use them when needed.If you’re picking fights because you no longer want to be in the situation to which you are picking fights about, I suggest you grow some gonads and just say it! I WANT OUT!.......How hard is that?! Instead, let’s make the person you quote “love” life a living hell, and any one whom might be directly connected, i.e, children. Do the kids really need to be a party to your lack of balls? Do they really need to listen while you’re yelling at and degrading mommy because you don’t want to be around anymore?! Puuhleeze! Get over yourself!The saddest thing of all, is that I haven’t done a repeat of last September yet, where I throw all of his shit out the front door onto the lawn at 12:30 am........I am sure it’s coming........**B.I.T.C.H.  (My definition)B- beautifulI- intelligentT- talentedC- caringH- honest

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Not looking forward to going in to work, but then again, who ever does??My patience level is at zero.My creativity level is resting somewhere underground.My back hurts.Every day just rolls into the next. The only difference is, I seem to be wearing different clothes in each sequence of life...Maybe someone will make me laugh hysterically at work, some customer and their brightness will create a fit of breath taking, tear producing, purple in the face laughter.That would be nice.I’ll share later should I get so lucky.........

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Not looking forward to going in to work, but then again, who ever does??My patience level is at zero.My creativity level is resting somewhere underground.My back hurts.Every day just rolls into the next. The only difference is, I seem to be wearing different clothes in each sequence of life...Maybe someone will make me laugh hysterically at work, some customer and their brightness will create a fit of breath taking, tear producing, purple in the face laughter.That would be nice.I’ll share later should I get so lucky.........

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