Sign For Sale--Cheap, Real Cheap

Because I saw where not proofreading your work, thereby allowing grammar and spelling errors through, made some people cringe, I actually tried to slow down and not publish until I had edited my work to pieces, so here's to what I hope is an easier read.

In my sophomore year of high school, we had to give speeches. One topic we were to prepare and present a speech for was "Pet Peeves". Mine, at that time, was the penny. I felt that it could be eliminated and everything could just work from the nickle on up. Another guy reported on his pet peeve he'd inherited from his aunt which were the two pieces of bread at each end of a loaf of bread. He wanted them gone and found them to be annoying. He did however provide a creative solution in that he had a sibling that love that piece of bread and so he'd decided that his solution was located in the four walls of his very own home. Another guy, who was too cool for school and probably too old for high school, said his pet peeve was guys who flirted with his girlfriend. He got so mad when he was talking about it that he cussed and the teacher made him sit down. I think he ended with something cheesey from his seat in the back of the room like, "Don't Get Down With O.P.P.". Since those dear old days of censorship and miniscule pet peeves, I found I have one lurking in my own mind greater in value than the penny from seventeen years ago. I'll start from my now thought and back up to my new thought. Bear with me. The path begins in my very own car. Go ahead, hop in the passenger's side. Let me take you through it and to it.

Oh, hasn't the weather been lovely? Driving over Dug Gap Mountain every morning provides me with a lot of "mindless" time. Funny as it seems, at one time, I really missed having "mindless" time. That would have been the time when I lived about 3 minutes from my job. Now, I'm about 15 or 20 minutes from my job. That time is partially because of the "Red Light Parade". In Dalton, that means that you are on a five lane road with a stop light that turns red before you get to it--and that happens every 100 yards or so. Your destination that was only about ten miles away turns into a twenty minute stop and go scenerio. So, that mindless time is what I define as time where I can't multitask, a time where I don't have time to be mindless, but am forced to. On that journey around the curves, up the various inclines, through patches of fog I've come to know better than my way to the bathroom from my bed in the deep night.......I think about random things that I wouldn't even call thinking about, but just noticing the whim of a thought. Yesterday's little nuance of a thought was about this picture that I chose, purchased and have had hanging in our guestroom for a couple of years now. See it. It's right there, the colorful little thing on the plain old wall. My guest room gets no attention.

As I topped the mountain, I almost audibly questioned myself, "WHAT IN THE HECK IS THAT DOING HANGING IN A HOUSE I LIVE IN?" I then emphatically told myself that the thing hanging in that room went against everything I was really about. It states nothing I believe. The colors are okay. I really like the shiney glitter, curvey writing, and mix of fonts, but THE WORDS....oh, no. Oh, my, oh, no. They don't define anything about me. The words aren't even something I aspire for. Here's the picture upclose and personal:

Now, if they describe you to a tee than that's great. I'm glad for you. Honestly, your personality type would be exactly opposite of mine and if I had to work with you on something, you'd probably drive me batty. Equally true, I'd proabably drive you batty, too.

Here's why it's all wrong for me and mi casa:

Work --Like You Don't Need The Money: OMG. NEVER. I work like, well, not like I don't need the money. As a matter of fact, working like you don't need the money leads those of us like me who need the money and work like they do to work on your behalf WHICH ERKS THE HECK OUT OF ME! Okay, so that slipped through my mind as I drove over the mountain. As a matter of fact, I'd like to repaint that ridiculous, cutesy thing to say: "If you work like you don't need the money, you're hanging out. So, sign out and go home if you don't need the money." I bet I couldn't get all the cutesy fonts to say that. No one would buy it.

Love--Like You've Never Been Hurt: I will NEVER love like I've never been hurt. That, to me, is a sure fire way to get your tail burnt. Nope. Not this chick. I'll tell you how I'll love. I'll love like I've been hurt and your butt's lucky to still live to tell about it. (That is not just about my husband. We are happy and fine.) Sorry, it's the truth. That was so bad wasn't it. It's true though. I'm not down with loving like I've never been hurt. I've been stinkin' hurt, it's going to affect how I choose to love AND it's not going to be like I haven't.

Dance--Like No One Is Watching: bahahahahaaaaahaha. If you are dancing, you better bet somebody is watching. Maybe you should sing and only if no one is listening. That's what I'd do. The dancing--I'm not good at it, never have been, never will be. Here's how I'd repaint that: Dance--If You Can, Pick the songs if you can't.

What would have possessed me to buy that? Was it cheap? Was it the colors? Have I changed into a lesser of a carefree person? I suppose I'll think on that tomorrow as I pick up where I left off in the "Red Light Parade". Don't slam my door on your way out............:)

Not 25 Random Things, But Sorta

So, those are some random pics snagged from my old cellphone (that I'm secretly in love with). It's like visiting a broken toy and being tortured because you got something newer (IPhone), but you still love the old faithful (SmartPhone). Anyway....here's the rest of my randomness:
So Stinkin' Cute

(Wearing Her Choice Of PJ's which aren't matched and really don't fit.) She always says, "No, dont' read it, I make up my own stories, they're better.

The Love Of Our Lives

(& Libby, just kidding, we do like Ben and Jerry's, but we LOVE Libby). Passersby wanted to sit on the concrete couch to eat their ice cream, but passed it up as she screamed, "No. Miiine. My Sopa. You go down 'der wit' my daddy, sit on 'dat one."

A Cool Rainbow I Saw At Target A Few Weeks Ago

I'll tell you what I wish I had a picture of. Steven and I at the doctor's office on Wednesday. He called Wednesday morning because I had whimpered all night with my fever and achy body pains. I don't go to the doctor unless I absolutely HAVE to. He's the opposite. He goes no matter what. He's all about prevention and I'm about reaction. It was 8:30 and he told them he wanted me seen at 9. From Rocky Face, he was charted to take Libby to my sister. Libby, who was still in pajamas and doing her morning list of demands. How he was to get me to the doctor that quickley when my state was difficult because I couldn't open my eyes for my contacts and wouldn't wear my glasses because they hurt my face, I had on half a set of pajamas and my hair was in a gross top of the head rubber band. Here we were in another medical panic attack and 20 minutes from doctor time. He tells me to go get dressed and I can't believe what I wore, but it completely defined how I felt and behaved at the doctor's office. I wore my oldest jeans and a school hoodie. I left the hoodie over my head. I had on my New Balance slips ons. If you know fashion conscious me, you KNOW I wasn't feeling well by that outfit. He dropped me off in front of the office and left to take Libby back to my sister. I have no idea why she didn't just meet us to get her, but you never want to question a conversation between Sanna and Steven because as Steven says, "it's like trying to understand infinity and is impossible". Anyway, I get in the elevator and can't remember much but I refused to let anyone press the 2 because I knew I needed 3 and didn't want to wait for it to stop at 2. It was all I could do not to slide down the wall of the elevator and lay there while it went up. I get off the elevator knowing people thought I acted and looked ridiculous but I was hurtin' and panicing. When I got in the waiting room, I signed my name as "M B Cigna hurry". I slouched over to a chair, made my purse a pillow and whimpered. It was about 2 seconds and they called me back. Hmm. Wonder why? When I saw they were gonna weigh me, I broke into the blubber cry and stringed out "IwasjustherelikeamonthagocomeonnotthisstopiwannalaydownNOW." I mosied myself and my unabomber outfit (or *RIP* Thelma Dobbins outfit) in the first open room and rolled myself up in the table paper. I was cold. Every question she asked, I responded, "ouch". She finally rolled her lips in and said, "Do you have ANYONE with you?" I said something that resembled nothing and didn't require me to part my lips. She wanted to take my blood pressure, pulse, etc. I said finally as audibly as I could, "swab my frickin throat, flu swab my nose and let's get this show on the road. I'M HURTIN'. Then of course all those tests, a roll of table paper, a chest xray that sent me into the next realm of panic, and a diagnosis of bacteria with an outrageous pulse, two hours had passed and Steven had been there about an hour and a half of it. He doesn't talk. He just looks and shakes his head like he's trying to see if reasoning with me is even safe. He did laugh when I gagged and cried after the throat swab I demanded. Don't you wish a picture would have been here of that mess. No...you really don't. It took a staff of people to deal with me and my throat infection? I usually have a very high pain tolerance. Seriously, I didn't cuss, cry or scream during my child's birth. I didn't even have an epidural until the very end. Didn't cry, cuss or scream. So, what was the deal with my major episode? Hmm. I don't know.

Here are the directions I got, actually on Facebook. I never replied to the "25 Random Things About Me" meme because I figured, that's all I blog about is the randomness of me, but here goes a similar one. Oh, yeah, in typical "Phillips" fashion, I only followed the directions in a modified manner because I didn't tag nor copy anyone, and sometimes/most of the time, I went ahead and typed more than one word answers because I could because I couldn't capture the truest essence of my smartbutt, yet truthful author's voice. :)


Directions:
Type only ONE word answers. It's harder than you think!! Here is what you are supposed to do...and please don't spoil the fun...copy and paste into your own note, type in your answers and tag a bunch of people - including me.


Where is your cell phone?.....That's exactly what I was wondering.



Your hair? .........Thank-you-Brenda-Blonde! In the summer.....trashy blonde. LOL



Your father? ........Hmmm? Creative. I've prayed so hard and so diligently for him for so long that is a real area of questioning for me with my faith thing.



Your mother? .........He he heee? I'm scared she'll get me if I say what I think. So, here's my second thought, she's very funny. I LOVE her sense of humor, but I don't that side of her often enough because she stays pretty stressed out.



Your favorite thing? ...........my Target purple and black shoes



Your dream last night?....I don't sleep long enough to dream.



Your favorite drink? ...........virgin strawberry daquiri



Your dream/goal? ........... contentment



Your favorite team........Team Meleia (not a sports fan, but married to someone who loves sports enough for both of us)



The room you are in? .....Bonus Room



Your fear? ........bad news



Where do you want to be in 6 years?.....whereever I'm supposed to be, hopefully right here



Muffins? .............blueberry cheesecake



One of your wish list items?.........another Coach purse



Where you grew up? ........Dalton/Chattanooga



The last thing you did? .......rescheduled some appointments



What are you wearing?.......black and grey leopard dress and leggings (one word couldn't do this outfit any justice) ha haa. I didn't have to iron it.



Your TV?...........DVR'd "The View"



Your pets? .........pfff, the neighbor's have dogs that bark at my bedroom window incessantly, so I'll say I've had the best pet contreception since I've moved in, I struggle with the fact that I don't love my neighbor like I should, inconsiderate people WEAR me out in about 2 seconds, NO PETS--yay



Your computer? ......IPhone and Dell laptop, oh yeah there's a Dell desktop at our house that I only use to make stationary



Your life? .........it's better than I deserve



Your mood? ........tenative, reluctant

TTFN and sorry for exposing you to a bunch of randomness.

Sympathy Not Required

Oh, where to even begin? It's like I'm finding myself to be less interested in writing about "Life With Libby" or "Life With Meleia". It's cyclical and cynical in nature. She whines, I find myself with an inner voice that is somewhat on the whiney side of life, too. I get blah about something and then find myself behaving like an ingrate. Case in point:

1). I think I'm coming down with something. I don't want to tell McDaDa because he'll say, "*call in something". *Say those quotes in your best Steven voice* That will lead to me sitting for hours in Mae Johnson's office around things only a third world country could produce cough wise. I think I'll continue the secret slip of the Airborne and water.

2). I went to the eye doctor today, which is probably where I got exposed to something horrid that I'm in progress of catching. Actually, let me backtrack. I made an appointment back in December with the eye doctor I've been going to for 14 years. It was a two month wait. Worse than that of a local dental cleaning. Anyway, I even worked at that eye doctor in college. I got a message on Sunday (?!) that a family emergency occurred and they didn't know when he'd be back. Of course, I suddenly flash forward to the possibility of an upcoming "Dateline" where a sketchy optometrist.....My mind can really get me worked up. Well, to go back a few years ago....I decided not to go to Chattanooga to him and to go local. I got tangled up with some psycho young doctor who said I needed special tests because something must be behind my eye pushing on it. That sent me in to a medical panic attack. Me and panic attacks go way back. So, I get to the new doctor today with Libby in tow. Think 'Erin Brockovich' minus the trampy clothes and skinniness. I can't get anything done trying to manage her. I felt like I'd been shook the entire exam because not only was I in my panic attack mode, but she was trying everything she could to drive me off the edge of the partial sanity to which I was hanging. I had to whisper the story of 3 Bears while telling if "1 is better than 2 and what about 5 and 6".....Anyway, I found out I was wearing a contact on my right eye that was twice the prescription I really needed. Only in Meleia Land would you walk around half blind and not even notice your headache and bumping into things because "Life With Libby" is so intense. --Keep opinionated thoughts that I'd normally post here to preserve what's left of partial relationships.--

3). I'm on Winter Break which translates to Teacher Doctor Appointment Week. Tomorrow I have a dental cleaning. It should feel great with a sore throat. If I reschedule, I can get a cleaning in 15 months. I'll suffer through a strep cleaning as to wait that long and then be griped at for the condition of my teeth.

4). Valentine's Day Was: Cry.

Enough Said. Sympathy Not Required.

Things I Heart

People who don't work in a school LOVE to hear stories of things kids do. Since I've been in the school environment basically my whole life, kid happenings become someonewhat commonplace. There are a couple of stories, however, that I Heart:

1). This first snipit happens to many people who teach in the Hispanic population. A child wrote on her paper, "I Love Jesus". Ohhhhh, you have thoughts of heaven, harps and much more. However, it's Hay-sus.

2). Doing a character education/social studies lesson in my first grade class like eons ago: Me: Class, I want you to write a note to your friends around the world on the computer screen picture paper about peace and cooperation. Maria wrote, "You wanna peace of me? Then, cooperate."

So, those are a couple of stories I Heart. Of course, I also heart my faith, family and just about anything chocolate!

I'm writing this post at 5:52 a.m. That's lovely and just my style. I would need to get in the shower in 8 minutes. However, it just plagues me that I haven't blogged. Nothing has really interested me, so I've spared you "empty talk". I suppose you could look at it as no blog is a good blog?! Well, I'd be completely ignoring life if I didn't tell you things "I Heart" so that was today's post. Maybe the husband I Heart will change my background this time for me. I do not Heart the pastel snowflakes that seemed great at the time I chose them.

What's something you heart?