Can't we all just get along?

Ok, another what is it with people blog.
I was traveling for business the past few days, and I was up in Wichita KS. While here, my flight that was supposed to get me home yesterday at 7:00, was delayed, delayed, then cancelled. So here is where it gets crazy, and before I go into it, please know that I understand there are all sorts of reasons why everyone on that plane needed to be in Dallas last night.
I knew that my flight was delayed before I left where I was, problem is I have to turn in the rental car at the same time still, or be changed a late fee. So I have to go to the Airport three hours earlier than my flight is not supposed to leave to turn this in to avoid a fee.
So while I am sitting at the airport, I find the one place that I can get a sandwich (municipal airport like 10 gates) While heading to the “café” I see that it is overflowing with people. It happens to be the airport bar as well, so everyone has to stay within these roped off areas and are not allowed into the rest of the terminal with their drinks, so I think to myself…hmmm how hungry am I, and which flight are all of these people waiting for?
Turns out the flight that most of them were waiting on announced it was now leaving in 10 minutes.
So I wait the ten minutes, then belly up to the bar to get my sandwich. While doing this, I get caught in the middle of friendly banter with the four guys left in the area and the gal running the café.
So we become what I like to call friendly strangers. They all happened to be on the same flight as me, so we just joked around, and sat until the time our flight was supposed to board. We then walked the 50 feet to the gate, to sit there for about 2 more hours past the delayed time. Eventually they cancelled the flight due to mechanical issues (from a plane that had just landed…did the guys who were on it before know that there was a mechanical issue that would prevent even a take off?)
Anyway, back to the story, it is now about 9:00, and we find out that we need to stay the night, because the next flight to Dallas is in the morning at 6:30. So me and my three stranger buddies start calling all of our hotel contacts (other business frequent travelers) and find that every Hilton, Hampton, Hyatt, Radisson, and so on is completely booked. This is where the what is wrong with people part comes into play.
There are probably 50 passengers who need rooms (hence not from Wichita). Some are royally pissed, some are mildly irritated, and some are like me. The situation sucks, but what choice do you have? Go with the flow, and figure out what you can do to get it resolved.
So a few of the guys that I have been around cannot believe that we will have to stay at a hotel that the Airport deems acceptable. (which turned out to be a little older, but completely fine hotel). So they call and call and yell at these poor hotel people until they find a room somewhere they feel is acceptable.
The other few, are in line with me waiting to get rebooked.
Now comes my flight being canceled dilemma. Butch my dog is in his Kennel in my house. Landon has left a noon that day to go to a gig reliant on me to be home that night to let Butch out of his Kennel. So I call my neighbors, which although we are friendly, and have been over to their house, they have not been to ours, I did not know how comfortable I was asking them if they could please let my dog out, since he is not the nicest dog when it comes to strangers. Not only that, but they have to find the hidden key, go into our house with the key to a blaring house alarm, find the room that the alarm is in, remember the code that I gave them, all the while in the dark in an unfamiliar house, let the dog out without getting bit, and get him back into the house. Kind of a lot to ask someone right. But Once again, not a great situation, but one that has to be handled.
This all gets taken care of without any major hiccups (that I know about!) And I finally get to the hotel about 11:00. They say that since we had such a hard time getting there, that they would pay 5 bucks toward a dinner, and open the kitchen again for us, as well as have breakfast out at 4am instead of 6 since we had to be at the airport so early, as well as have taxi’s and shuttles waiting for us to take us to the airport.
So all in all everyone that is able is trying to make the best out of a rough situation. Yet there are still those few that completely lay into the people trying to help yelling at them like they could fix their situation. Why? Does it make them feel better to yell at a person that is doing their very best completely going out of their way to do so? I really don’t get it. Why cant we all just get along. Deal with what is given to us, and make the most out of it. We were all tired, all had situations that needed to be dealt with. Yet some were kind, others were terribly rude and others just were.

Alone time

Ok. Explain this to me. I have for many years now been pretty much of a loner, and I have not minded one bit just hanging out at home by myself, either reading a book, or watching TV, whatever. But lately, I have craved company. It is weird. I always enjoyed my time to myself, and now I sit around wishing that I could call someone to go do something. Anything. I think I am bored.
I must need more friends…:) But do I really need more, or in a bit am I going to get back to normal, and like having my space back?
I am thinking it must be due to the fact that I used to deal with the public everyday, and not having to talk to anyone, or have anyone bug me was so pleasant. But now that I do not deal with the public, and I am cooped up in a cubicle every day, I crave company, and just to be with other people…the public (ick!)
Hmm. Something to think about.

Truth or Non-Truth

What is it with Trust?
Everyone wants everyone to trust them…
Politicians, Strangers, Family, Friends, Co-Workers,
When is it ok to tell someone to their face the truth? We have become such a society filled with lies and deceit, that telling the truth has become taboo.
Think about it. Let give a very innocent example. Let say that there is a get together at your neighbors house that you are invited to, and go. Now lets say said “party” was not fun at all, and you just did not have the “click” that needs to happen for you to want to be their friend.
Here is what then usually happens. You do not tell your neighbor that you would prefer to keep your relationship on the “neighborly” level, you lie, and say that you had a great time, and “lets do it again sometime!” However, when those times arise, you conveniently always have something else to do, or go, and have another terrible time.
We have been trained to lie to save others feelings. Why? Are people so scared of rejection that they would rather you lie?
Why couldn’t this scenario instead go like this.
After the “party” you are polite, and say. You know, thank you so much for inviting us, good night.
The end. Do not feel obligated to say hey lets do it again, or any such jargon. Especially when you do not mean it.
If asked to come over again, once again, politely say no thank you.
IF you say this enough times, guess what, they will stop asking.
In doing such, you did not tell them that they were not your type of people, or that you were uncomfortable in their home, or their beliefs put you off. You simply thanked them for thinking of you, and then politely turned down their offer.
Now, here comes the part that I think most people have a hard time with…
If I do this, what will they think of me?
Who cares. What do you think of them? There must be a reason why you felt compelled to lie.
So if you do not care for them, why do you care what they think of you?
Perhaps they feel you are a stuck up yahoo, and would never invite you back again anyway!
I just think it is so dumb to lie to people and then in some cases suffer through your lie, like when they ask you to come over again, and because you lied in the first place, you feel obligated to lie again, so you go, and have a miserable time, then lie again…see the cycle. Stupid.
Sorry about this, but I have had this stuck in my craw, not because of my neighbors! But because of the whole presidential debate. I thought it sucked, and since I am a person who currently has no idea who she is going to vote for it really pissed me off and put me in this who don’t lie and cover things up mood.
Tell me what you are really going to try to do, and don’t tell me what you have already done, or what your opponent has not done. UGH.

Memories

It is that time of Halloween again.
I was at work today just working along, and I was thinking to myself that I have not done anything for Halloween yet. We put a couple of cheesy decorations up around our workplace, and it made me remember a time when I was younger that my Dad did one of his crazy things that he really did not do that often.
We were having family home evening and it was a bit after he had had knee surgery so he was on crutches.
In the middle of the home evening, he was in the kitchen while everyone was in the living room, and he put something on, I really can't remember what it was a robe or some sort of costume, but he started coming into the living room all scary like (as much as he could on crutches) while he was singing a Halloween song. It made us all laugh hysterically, as my dad did not really do many things like this.
So as I was thinking about this, I decided to write the Halloween song out on a white board outside of my office, just so I could have a good memory each time I went into my office!
Thank you dad for giving us this memory!

Fact or Fiction/Dream or Reality

I have always had vivid dreams. Every since I was a little girl. In fact the first dream that I remember was when I was very young. I would dream about monsters, and at the end of the dream, I would dream of the end of the Looney Toon shows where they have the circles of different colors, and the pig would come in the circles and say “that’s all folks“. Well, instead of the pig, it would be the monster that I had just had the terrible dream about. I had this happen to me in almost every bad dream I had when I was little, and it would always be the monster that I had the dream about that came through those circles. I think this was probably a pretty average bad dream for a child, but when I started to get a little older, my dreams got significantly worse.
I think that I had abandonment issues, or still do perhaps, because I would always dream about my family leaving me somewhere, like at a rest stop while we were traveling, or even at home while they went on a trip.
Then came the dream that I will not ever forget as long as my mind is sane. I really do not remember how old I was, but we had just either watched a show, or gone to a museum about Hitler. Which ever it was, I had a dream that Hitler captured my whole family (there are nine of us) and made me sit and watch while he killed every one of them. In different ways. Some were gassed, some where hung, and some were burned, and I watched while each of them died terribly. I woke up after this, and I don’t think I was ever the same. My pillow was absolutely drenched with my tears, and I got out of bed, and went into every single brother and sisters bedroom, and my Mom and Dads room, just to make sure that it had in fact been a dream.
After that dream, the tone of my dreams changed. The were no longer about made up scary monsters, they were about real life events that were terrible.

I also had very productive dreams. You know how many people say that they have a specific place that they come up with their ideas? Some in the shower, some while driving, mine come in my dreams. They always have.
My dreams also fix my problems that I am having. Such as when I was in school, and had to write a book report, yet could not come up with a topic, I would dream about doing a book report, and what I would do it on, same for hard math equations that I had struggled with. I relied a lot on my dreams to help me in my everyday life. I also had dreams that ended up being true. Such as my boyfriend breaking up with me, or someone asking me out. Things that my conscious mind could not see because it was too busy, but when it was at rest, these things that I saw came out.
Dreams…I still have them often and they are still quite vivid. They still come up with resolutions to problems, they still come true because they point out things that I have been to busy to see, and they are still about people I love dying, or leaving. I also dream about things that make me incredibly mad at people for no reason other than they pissed me off in my dream. (Landon loves those ones!)
Dreams. Why do we really have them? Are they so that our minds can slow down and process all the overload that we put in them everyday? Or are they just anomalies that we have?

What am I going to do with kids??

This week has been one of those weeks where we had to let the kennels take Butch.
Landon has been on the road all week, and I have been in Minnesota working.
So that means that Butch had no one to care for him. So he got to go to his not favorite place.

Landon dropped him off there on Tuesday, and I picked him up on Friday. Just 4 days you say. That is not a big deal.
To Butch it is almost the end of the world. I am not sure what happens at the kennels, but this is Butch’s behavior after I pick him up. (everytime)

First thing in the car on the way home, he runs around jumping into the back seat, back into the front, onto my lap, back to the other front seat, into the back all the while getting so excited that he is going home that he starts to pant. Amid his panting, he is making little whining noises.
Once we get home, I let him out of the car while I unpack all of his stuff that we have to take to the kennels, as well as all my luggage, and ect. While I am doing this, he is happily peeing on every bush he can find.
Once I get the car unloaded and get him in the house, he runs as fast as he can to his dishes. where he will drink until it almost makes him puke, then whines to go outside again. (Where does all the pee come from?) Where he pees on the new trees we planted outside.
I get him to come in the house, and he runs to his dishes again this time to start hogging down his food.
Then for a while he seems back to normal again. Until it is time to go to bed. He happily goes outside, then comes and jumps on the bed to go to sleep. It is about 10 - 10:30. At midnight he cries to go outside. I get up let him out, he once again goes to his food bowl after he gets back in the house and starts hogging again.
Fast forward to 2:30am. Cries to go outside again. Same scenario as above.
Text Landon saying his dog is crazy.
Hour later Landon calls. Not so sure what he said, because I was mostly asleep.
Fast forward to 5:30am. Butch cries to go out again. Let him out. hogs food. Back to bed.



Then onto 7am Butch is now just bored I am sure of it. But I let him out anyway and he once again does his business.
Did he ever go to the bathroom at the Kennels? Or did he hold it all in until he could come and let it out on his own turf? If not, I am really not sure where it all came from.
At this point I just get up. Now that I have gotten up, and spent hours playing with him, he has not had anymore sudden urges. They only come when I am asleep I guess!
keep in mind, he is four pounds. Can you see how much food he has eaten? That is almost his weight in food...