"Two or more parties simply attempting to out-do one another, not for the sake of truly believing in their cause, but just to win in order to gain some kind of power, honor, or reward of some kind."
Thanks to the dictionary for finally giving me the knowledge of the actual meaning of a "'Pissing Contest" as used when two or more people are trying to one up each other.
Lyndon Johnson always said something to the effect of not getting into a pissing contest with a polecat even though he didn't always follow his own advice.
How sad it is when adults striving for the same results have to have a power struggle about the way to get to the finished job.
Is it jealousy, the loss of a lifestyle, drinking, or the horrible green monster not wanting to accept that perhaps what they use to do, they can do no more?
The knowing that someone can do a job as well or better than you does not mean that you can't do the job. It just means that there is help if needed and should graciously be accepted.
The delay of having to prove the equality or the importance of a contributing partner, not only waste time but causes so much hostility that everyone gives up on the task and nothing gets accomplished. How much easier to swallow pride and note that perhaps something could be learned.
Stressing the point of your accomplishments, of how you would do it takes away from the end result. A new approach might be to take notice of how someone else does something and maybe use it when you need to do something different than the way you have always done it.
Working together does not always have to be competitive. Wanted a job well done is the end goal and no matter how it is reached and by whom, this is the way it should be approached.
Reach out your hand to someone who wants to help without thinking it is the start of a competition. No one is judging and at least when you can look at the finished product and think it's a job well done, you have the satisfaction of knowing that you let the right people do the job.
In the 'pissing contest' of life, at least you'll be a fair competitor.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Thursday, October 13, 2011
TEXTING FOR SENIOR CITIZENS!!
Thank you for this fun e-mail I received:
ATD: | At The Doctor's |
BFF: | Best Friend Fainted |
BTW: | Bring The Wheelchair |
BYOT: | Bring Your Own Teeth |
CBM: | Covered By Medicare |
CGU: | Can't get up |
CUATSC: | See You At The Senior Center |
DWI: | Driving While Incontinent |
FWB: | Friend With Beta Blockers |
FWIW: | Forgot Where I Was |
FYI: | Found Your Insulin |
GGPBL: | Gotta Go Pacemaker Battery Low! |
GHA: | Got Heartburn Again |
HGBM: | Had Good Bowel Movement |
IMHO: | Is My Hearing-Aid On? |
LMDO: | Laughing My Dentures Out |
LOL: | Living On Lipitor |
LWO: | Lawrence Welk's On |
OMMR: | On My Massage Recliner |
OMSG: | Oh My! Sorry Gas. |
ROFL... CGU: | Rolling On The Floor Laughing... And Can't Get Up |
TTYL: | Talk To You Louder |
WAITT: | Who Am I Talking To? |
WTFA: | Wet The Furniture Again |
WTP: | Where's The Prunes? |
WWNO: | Walker Wheels Need Oil |
GGLKI: | (Gotta Go Laxative Kicking In) |
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Mary Beth's Things I know: THIS MARRIAGE SUCKS, TOO!!!!
Mary Beth's Things I know: THIS MARRIAGE SUCKS, TOO!!!!: You, with your promises of good times, new experiences, visiting old friends and making new ones, have now broken my heart. I left my spac...
THIS MARRIAGE SUCKS, TOO!!!!
You, with your promises of good times, new experiences, visiting old friends and making new ones, have now broken my heart.
I left my space of friends, family, and fun because your all seeing attitude convinced me that I would never have any success with anything I was involved in.
You tempted me with all your free gifts, your connections to everywhere and the idea that I could have my business flourish just by mentioning your name.
A tear is making its way slowly down my cheek as I reach the conclusion that you and I might be over. How am I going to explain it to my friends and family that there might not be any more us?
Do you feel any guilt or remorse or are you so isolated in your world of me, me, me that you forgot about one of the ones that put you in that Ivory tower?
I loved you and gave you 100% of my time because I trusted you. After all this time, I now find you changing, manipulating, working things to as to cut me off from all the friends I have come to love and enjoy.
When I push that final button, you won't even care because there will always be someone else to lure into your world of deceit.
Thank you for all the times that were good and perhaps I'll keep in touch.
Google me if you need to. I'll be here for a little longer but then, one of the best loves of my life, forget you!!!
So Long Facebook...it was a good marriage while it was.
I left my space of friends, family, and fun because your all seeing attitude convinced me that I would never have any success with anything I was involved in.
You tempted me with all your free gifts, your connections to everywhere and the idea that I could have my business flourish just by mentioning your name.
A tear is making its way slowly down my cheek as I reach the conclusion that you and I might be over. How am I going to explain it to my friends and family that there might not be any more us?
Do you feel any guilt or remorse or are you so isolated in your world of me, me, me that you forgot about one of the ones that put you in that Ivory tower?
I loved you and gave you 100% of my time because I trusted you. After all this time, I now find you changing, manipulating, working things to as to cut me off from all the friends I have come to love and enjoy.
When I push that final button, you won't even care because there will always be someone else to lure into your world of deceit.
Thank you for all the times that were good and perhaps I'll keep in touch.
Google me if you need to. I'll be here for a little longer but then, one of the best loves of my life, forget you!!!
So Long Facebook...it was a good marriage while it was.
Thursday, September 15, 2011
My Bedroom isn't just for sleep!
As I glance around my bedroom, a sense of peace comes over me. A small room compared to some I've had in my life, but big enough to house my world that I've come to love.
One wall is painted by me with Forest green swirled everywhere and stems painted in so if you are on the bed looking at the wall it's almost like being outside among the trees. One wall has leaves and flowers and the other wall has splatters of colored flowers very small as in an impressionist painting. The wall paper on the other wall is striped green with light traces of the flowers cascading down several rows. Stars that you find in children's rooms are splattered all over the ceiling so when I turn out the lights, the twinkling begins. It's such a peaceful way to end the evening.
My computer faces the street and when I put the blinds and the drapes up, I can watch the cars go by, the people taking a stroll, children skipping down the road, skateboards in hand to find that perfect ride.
I have been in and out of this room many times in my life. When the house was occupied by my Aunt and Uncle, I spent many nights visiting and enjoying the comfort of the room. When my Mother was very ill, I spent many nights in the room offering her comfort.
My television is on the dresser and the remote never far from my hand. Pictures of my children and family everywhere give me comfort for their not being with me.
People grin when I explain how much I love my room. When they've viewed it, I'm sure the same inspired feeling of awe didn't even come to their mind. But they don't know the memories that this room holds so all the feelings I have could never even be related to them.
This house is small in size but big in heart. Strangers would see a cottage, I see a haven. Friends with their big homes in their gated communities can't even imagine living in a place so small. The difference is they still have their "stuff" and their mortgage and a few have houses that own them. I got rid of "stuff" and got a life. All I need is the comfort of comfort.
When I close the door of my bedroom, I leave all the drama, the problems of the day and any aggravations that have come across during my day. I'm in my room and I'm happy.
I
One wall is painted by me with Forest green swirled everywhere and stems painted in so if you are on the bed looking at the wall it's almost like being outside among the trees. One wall has leaves and flowers and the other wall has splatters of colored flowers very small as in an impressionist painting. The wall paper on the other wall is striped green with light traces of the flowers cascading down several rows. Stars that you find in children's rooms are splattered all over the ceiling so when I turn out the lights, the twinkling begins. It's such a peaceful way to end the evening.
My computer faces the street and when I put the blinds and the drapes up, I can watch the cars go by, the people taking a stroll, children skipping down the road, skateboards in hand to find that perfect ride.
I have been in and out of this room many times in my life. When the house was occupied by my Aunt and Uncle, I spent many nights visiting and enjoying the comfort of the room. When my Mother was very ill, I spent many nights in the room offering her comfort.
My television is on the dresser and the remote never far from my hand. Pictures of my children and family everywhere give me comfort for their not being with me.
People grin when I explain how much I love my room. When they've viewed it, I'm sure the same inspired feeling of awe didn't even come to their mind. But they don't know the memories that this room holds so all the feelings I have could never even be related to them.
This house is small in size but big in heart. Strangers would see a cottage, I see a haven. Friends with their big homes in their gated communities can't even imagine living in a place so small. The difference is they still have their "stuff" and their mortgage and a few have houses that own them. I got rid of "stuff" and got a life. All I need is the comfort of comfort.
When I close the door of my bedroom, I leave all the drama, the problems of the day and any aggravations that have come across during my day. I'm in my room and I'm happy.
I
Sunday, August 28, 2011
The Princess is the Ruler of this castle!!
Once upon a time there was a princess who ruled as if she was a queen.
Her bed had to be made and no wrinkles found or the nasty side of her disposition reared its ugly head.
Her meals were served on dishes that resembled Silver. Once she was served her dinner on a paper plate. She immediately turned the plate over onto the floor. Ice cubes had to be put into her water or the pouting began.
Every day at the same time, she expected her physical fitness workout to be started. Her head servant was to walk with her until she decided it was time to return to her castle. As per her daily routine, a snack had to be prepared upon coming back from all the physical exercise.
Bath time was a triumph to any brave soul who wanted to draw the bath water. The temperature best be right, and dinner best be ready after her soak of which she despised.
When one or more of her servants would get fed up with her holy attitude, then the punishment would begin. Everyone would change their attitude to soothe hers or the peace in the castle was a very unpleasant atmosphere.
She did not like for the servants to have visitors because then time was taken from her. She would sit in the middle of the visitors, make weird sounds and tried to drown out the conversations.
Her servants were asked one day why they felt she deserved all the special treatment. Their answer was very surprising.
"For all the aggravation, all the constant catering, the good side of it is when you are ill, she never leaves your side, when you are sad, she always tries to comfort, when you are lonely, she always keeps you company."
That's why Mya the dog continues to rule this castle.
Her bed had to be made and no wrinkles found or the nasty side of her disposition reared its ugly head.
Her meals were served on dishes that resembled Silver. Once she was served her dinner on a paper plate. She immediately turned the plate over onto the floor. Ice cubes had to be put into her water or the pouting began.
Every day at the same time, she expected her physical fitness workout to be started. Her head servant was to walk with her until she decided it was time to return to her castle. As per her daily routine, a snack had to be prepared upon coming back from all the physical exercise.
Bath time was a triumph to any brave soul who wanted to draw the bath water. The temperature best be right, and dinner best be ready after her soak of which she despised.
When one or more of her servants would get fed up with her holy attitude, then the punishment would begin. Everyone would change their attitude to soothe hers or the peace in the castle was a very unpleasant atmosphere.
She did not like for the servants to have visitors because then time was taken from her. She would sit in the middle of the visitors, make weird sounds and tried to drown out the conversations.
Her servants were asked one day why they felt she deserved all the special treatment. Their answer was very surprising.
That's why Mya the dog continues to rule this castle.
Monday, August 15, 2011
CRYING IS NOT A BAD THING!
They say that tears cleanse the soul. If that is the correct philosophy, then my soul should be immaculate.
Ironic that at this older age of my life, I find myself shedding tears for days long gone. Mistakes I've made in the past make me cry, having to be the life of the party and leaving my kids with babysitters make me cry, not doing enough for my parents make me cry, realizing the different paths I could have taken in my life make me cry.
What a joke it is on us as we get older and wiser to look back and worry about the events of the past, and we see the young
people around us making the same mistakes. When offering suggestions to them, they just shrug their shoulders because, after all, we are old so what do we know.
I want to scream at them to listen but instead, I cry again. Depression is not a factor in my crying. My life is blessed today with so many good things that I cherish. My crying is when I realize what I let slip by in my life. My crying is my way of dealing with the knowledge that the days are getting shorter so memories are to be made so I don't leave others crying.
When people hear my name, the first thing out of their mouth is about my being funny and how I am always laughing. That is a good legacy to leave but now I'll probably cry about them not knowing about my tears.
The best way to sum up my moments of tears is that old song,"Tears of a Clown." I think that was written with me in mind.
The point of this writing of mine is to let the young person reading it, realize the importance of cherishing each moment, to make their children the priority, to dance in the rain and bathe in the sun, to do the best you can everyday so when you are at my age, you won't look back and cry silent tears of where you made your mistakes.
Ironic that at this older age of my life, I find myself shedding tears for days long gone. Mistakes I've made in the past make me cry, having to be the life of the party and leaving my kids with babysitters make me cry, not doing enough for my parents make me cry, realizing the different paths I could have taken in my life make me cry.
What a joke it is on us as we get older and wiser to look back and worry about the events of the past, and we see the young
people around us making the same mistakes. When offering suggestions to them, they just shrug their shoulders because, after all, we are old so what do we know.
I want to scream at them to listen but instead, I cry again. Depression is not a factor in my crying. My life is blessed today with so many good things that I cherish. My crying is when I realize what I let slip by in my life. My crying is my way of dealing with the knowledge that the days are getting shorter so memories are to be made so I don't leave others crying.
When people hear my name, the first thing out of their mouth is about my being funny and how I am always laughing. That is a good legacy to leave but now I'll probably cry about them not knowing about my tears.
The best way to sum up my moments of tears is that old song,"Tears of a Clown." I think that was written with me in mind.
The point of this writing of mine is to let the young person reading it, realize the importance of cherishing each moment, to make their children the priority, to dance in the rain and bathe in the sun, to do the best you can everyday so when you are at my age, you won't look back and cry silent tears of where you made your mistakes.
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