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Mar
18

The Fickle Finger of Fate…

Posted under Mary Fuckin' Poppins' by Angry Lioness

This morning I was sitting at my computer, I had just finished reading 2 rather rotten emails bitching about whatever terrible thing I’d neglected to do on my site- people taking the time to point out just what they thought,- the short version- My website sucked because it didn’t have the recipe or suggestion they were looking for and how dare I waste their precious time by having such a lousy site.

Under normal circumstances, I would have beelined straight for this site, posted a long diatribe about how much people suck and why… but I found, I couldn’t. I realized 2 things- first, their anger probably wasn’t with me to begin with, but rather something more pressing in their life that caused them to be frustrated enough to want to vent on me and secondly, that if I replied to them in the manner in which I initially felt (aka, Bite Me Doughboy), it would have simply perpetuated more hostility. (Just what the world needs, right?) Buzzzzz. wrong.

Recently I reconnected with a friend from days long passed who has opened my eyes to so many things that I have ignored, repressed, forgotten about, and even given up on. I thought, prior to this Sunrise of hope, that I was doing just fine. I had no idea the amount of bitterness, cynicism, and anger that I put out to the world, the negative connotations that I automatically accepted without question. I found myself in shock.

How can someone who has not seen me in over 10 years See ME so clearly?

It made me wonder, have I really changed that much in the last 10 years? Did I forget how to enjoy the little things of beauty that surround me, and if I have – just how did I get to that point? So, I went back and re-read my posts on my various blogs, (So by now you’re probably thinking- you wrote them, why do you need to go Read them??) well.. because most often when I write it is with blind emotion. A passion that I feel in the heat of the moment and I thrust the words out before they are forgotten in the next heat of the moment.

Anyway, I digress. I reread those posts and I could almost hear my friends softspoken gentle voice asking me, now how do you think I’d have handled that? I found myself smiling and blushing.. thinking… a hell of a lot better than I did.

So how can one person change almost 15 years of shitty thinking just by truly listening and calmly pointing out a different perspective when I had reached a point that I no longer gave a shit about anything… and how does this person manage to see beauty and love in nearly everything- able to point out some good in any situation, laugh about nothing and everything at the same time and …. well..

I’m going to stop now, because I’m once again at a loss for words (hey what do you expect- I’m still learning how NOT to be a miserable bitch all the time.

Peace,

Lioness

Jan
15

they charge you an arm and a leg. . .

Posted under Mary Fuckin' Poppins' by Angry Lioness

The fam and I thought it would be a great idea to check out the circus. After all, it’s not everyday you can see The Ringling Brothers- Barnum & Bailey show!   While the performance was absolutely WONDERFUL, very well choreographed and the animals appeared to be in excellent health and well taken care of, the Prices of the Food were Outrageous!

As we entered we got the normal post 9/11 treatment, empty your pockets, open your bags, hand over your camera etc. After the usual shakedown (which appeared to be more to prevent poor moms from bringing in water or snacks for their kids), we were permitted to enter. The lady behind us was forced to toss out a candy bar, a pack of gum and her new bottle of water.

We thought we’d be smart, we ate before we went and figured we’d allow each of our kids 1 treat- after all, the ticket prices for the circus ranged from $22-74 per PERSON just to get in the door. It didn’t take long for that Idea to shit the bed.

* A small box of popcorn $7.
* a Medium Lemonade $9.
* 1 Bag of Cotton Candy, $12. I SHIT you NOT. $12- and it wasn’t a large bag, it was smaller than a short loaf of gooey store bought-bread.
* Hamburger- No Cheese $6.
* Bottle of Water $3.25

Okay, it’s hot, it’s dry, theres a zillion people, our throats are parched. Ok, bite the bullet, we’ll buy a water and refill it. Haha, the joke is on us, a bottle of water is $3.25 and the bathrooms only have mist hand wash systems (good luck filling a bottle with that!). Not a single drinking fountain in the place and if you ask a concession stand vendor to please fill your bottle, they laugh and say, uh, No.

So now we’re inside, at our seats and the junk food peddlers are pushing their wares. . . and all I can hear is ‘ puh-cowen, puh-cowen, hut puh-cow-un heeah.”  I leaned over to my hubby and asked him what the hell they were saying. He translated “Popcorn, Popcorn, Hot Popcorn Here”.

MMM… Kayyyyy. Silly me, I wave him down and ask how much.. and he’s all too busy telling me what a bargain I’m getting. Whoa, wait a minute, back the train up… I didn’t say I was buying the shit, I asked HOW MUCH IS IT….

$7.00 . Yeah SEVEN Dollars… for the same amount you get in a microwave popcorn bag for .23 cents – and just as stale. I don’t think so.

We continue watching the show, enjoying the talents of the cast members, with the peddlers moving in and out of the rows time and time again.  I nearly lost it when the lady in front of us shelled out $24 for 2 tiny bags of Cotton Candy.  Apparently she must be rolling in the :dough: to be able to spend that kind of money on 2 bags of Cotton Candy. I had to laugh when ds pointed out we could rent a cotton candy machine for a day for that price.

What happened to the days of the entire family going to an event, having a hot dog or 2, a can of pop, a bag of chips and some sort of fried or sweet treat? These days, if you can afford tickets to get it to a show, you’re counting your pennies to make sure you’ll have enough Fumes in your gas tank to make it back home again afterwards.