Birthdays – Not what they use to be

Remember when it was your birthday and you were so excited? You were going to have a good day – you just knew it. You’d have trouble falling asleep the night before because you were so excited. You couldn’t wait to blow out the candles on your cake. Next to Christmas, it was the best day of the year. Not just because of the boat load of presents you hoped to get, but because it was the one day that was all about you.

I’m not sure when it happens, but for each of us, that excitement changes one day. The presents slowly go from many – to a few – to possibly one if you are lucky. The big birthday cake your mom use to make or bought becomes cheesecake and coffee even though you are craving an ice cream cake.  And even if you had a cake, the candles would set off the smoke alarm now.

The day use to be all about you, but then one day, you have a birthday and everyone – including you – actually forgets.  How do we forget? Doesn’t everyone know how special we are? Instead it becomes just like every other day in our life. We get up and go to work. Even worse, we have to deal with stupid people. Don’t they know it’s our birthday? Can’t they just be smart for one day? Can’t they just stay away for our day?

Can’t our day be special just like it was so long ago? Oh well, there always is next year.

Ok, technically mine is in April, I’ll try and remind you all.  LOL

So why a blog on birthdays when mine is 6 months away? Oh that’s simple. I just wanted someone to know that even when we get older, someone can try and make their birthday special.

Happy Birthday Scarlett – Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaa  😛

Till next time everyone…….

Why Are People So Rude Sometimes?

Last time I promised my next blog would be about common courtesy and I must live up to my promise. Why you may ask? Yep, you guessed it – out of common courtesy.

See, here is my issue, how can we as a society be lacking at times some of the most basic of niceties? I’m not talking Miss Manners here. I’m just talking about the good old fashion stuff our parents were supposed to teach us. Here are two areas that stand out to me and maybe they do to you as well.

**Holding the door as the next person starts to enter or exit.

o   We’ve all been there. About to walk into our neighborhood QT for a slushie. There are tons of people going in and out and yet someone ahead of you just lets the door slam into you and next thing you know, you are wearing your blue slushie all over you cuz that split second that would have killed them to hold the door open for you.

o   Oh and by the way, to some of you that I hold the door for – YOU’RE WELCOME.   I know it was just an oversight that you didn’t thank me.

**Cell Phones

o   I love my cell phone as much as the next person. I don’t let it out of my sight. But even I have some limits. How on earth did we live just 10 years ago without these tethers to everyone we know? (and some we don’t)

o   When I’m helping you Mr. or Mrs. Customer, please don’t answer your phone in the middle of our transaction and then walk away. Especially when others are waiting their turn.

o   By the way, it is also rude to walk up to the counter to order while you are still talking on your phone, I shouldn’t have to beg for your attention to take your order. Just wait outside until you are done.

o   When sitting in the lobby eating, please don’t start watching YouTube or your videos with the sound on high. If everyone can’t watch, they sure the hell don’t want to hear it.

o   When having dinner or lunch with others – this isn’t the time to pick up your crackberry and check your email or start playing a game while I’m talking to you.

o   Oh, and when you do answer the loud, obnoxious ringer in the restaurant, do you really have to yell so loud when talking to the other person? It’s a phone, not a tin can on a string.

Ok, I feel better. Maybe we each can do our part to not be one of these folks that drive us nuts.  🙂

 

Till we rant again………..

Control Your Kid – Pleaseeeee

OMG – Why can’t some parents control their kids?

Why is it a new mom will not let Little Johnny or Suzy two feet from them when they first start walking yet in the next year or two they don’t even have a clue where they are or what they are doing?

Don’t get me wrong, I love kids. Why else would I have an ice cream store?

During my many years at Home Depot I was always amazed at how parents never watched their kids. They would let them climb ladders, climb pallets of concrete and climb inside the racking. Did they not care if their kid fell? Or if they ate toxin? Or if they got cut? Hell, never mind the forklifts running around.

Now, I have to deal with these same kids opening and closing my freezers doors over and over. They open the cake freezer doors and poke holes in my ice cream cakes! Watching them lock my front door and laughing. And to top it off they don’t see them picking the candy off their ice cream and throwing it on the floor. Never mind the madness when the sugar kicks in and they run around like mad dogs and start banging on my windows. Yet there is mom and dad talking away not paying attention to Little Suzy or Johnny.

In both situations, I or others are left stopping these kids from their destruction. We say it nice as can be. But most of the time the parent doesn’t even recognize we are talking to their kids. And when they do, instead of embarrassment they look at us as if we are mean or some horrible monster to stop their kid from destroying our stuff or even worse hurting themselves.

Now, I’m not sure, but I’m going make a leap here. I’m thinking these same Little Johnny or Suzy’s are who grow up to be the foul mouth, attitude, destructive teenagers that I deal with as well. The same ones that are mad that I ask them not to sit at my outside table, the ones that bend my 15 min parking signs, the ones that graffiti the walls. They had no consequences as little rugrats which allowed them to become teenage brats. Hey, but that is just my theory.

But I’ll save my rants on today’s teenagers for another time.

I know none of my blog readers do this with their with their kids, but if you know someone, please I beg you, please have them leave my freezers alone because that banging they keep hearing is Little Johnny opening and slamming those freezer doors over and over.

Maybe you’ve lived this nightmare as well. And you know my pain.

Till we rant again..       =)