Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Betty Crocker in the Hizzouse

Yeah, Boi!

Ok, I seriously can't even pull that off.

I realized today, after hearing a story of crazy craziness in grown people's lives (the friend telling the story was not involved in said craziness), that I lead what some might call a somewhat mundane life.

I've been called Betty Crocker and June Cleaver (what's the Hispanic version of these ladies; Beatrice y Juana?) I've been mocked and also admired. I receive both with grains of salt and slight abashedness, and sometimes even pride; depends on my mood.

You know what? After the story I heard, I'm GLAD I lead a semi-quiet life. I am glad I don't want to "cut someone." (Why do people say that, by the way? It's so ridiculous.) I'm glad I have an "old-fogey" mentality when it comes to things like common decency, courtesy and self-respect. Seriously. The things I see people post about themselves are enough to make anyone cringe or get numb to it. That's really the crux of the matter; it's so common to be rude, "out there", "in your face" that no one bats an eye. Sad.

So call me a dork, or Betty Crocker. Call me June. Call me Al. (ha! "old" people will get that.)

I'll look in the mirror and smile, thankful that my life is NOT full of drama. Thankful for being blessed. Then I'll go off & bake a cool cake in this hizzouse.


Hendel D'bu said...

heheh...you don't look like an 'Al'! lol! (ugh, now I have that song in my head)

Mean people suck. Online reputation and manners matter. Period.


Anonymous said...

I agree wholeheartedly!! There are so many cliches about this that keep running through my head.

If you can't say something nice then don't say anything at all.

Treat people the way that you would want or expect to be treated.

It is really too bad that many people don't listen to good old advice.

The Spooky Group