Some things that have been bothering me as of late.
We visited the nations capitol 4th of July weekend. It was crazy crowded with not only Americans but also foreigners. I am unhappy to report that the "selfie" is an international thing. I witnessed a young woman, looking to be of Indian descent, wandering around the WWII memorial not necessarily because she is interested in the intricacies of the memorial but in fact because she was apparently looking for the perfect position for her selfie, either that or this poor girl has hundreds of pictures of herself at the memorial...hundreds.
My husband and I traveled quite extensively before children both nationally and internationally. We were often confronted with American's being thought of as rude because they were not culturally respectful and demanded that the people of the country only speak English. We would try to be sensitive to that and at least learn enough of the language to get by and read up on dos and don'ts. I'm here to tell you that after this visit to our Nation's capitol it is not just Americans that are rude. Rudeness crosses all cultures.
My patience with small children is at an all time low. It could be due to my hormones. It could be that my fuse has been used up on my own children. Either way I am very quick to get annoyed by small children whining. My personal favorite of this trip was a small child that was pitching a fit in the restroom because she didn't want to sit down to use the restroom. You heard me...SHE. If this is a cultural thing I'm pretty sure it is one that I will not be sensitive to. All I can picture is wet socks. Ew.
Can we touch on the selfie phenomenon once more? Could we make a rule? If you can scroll down on your Facebook wall and find a picture that is somewhat similar could you not post the new one? Unless you have had yourself surgically altered, there are multiple people, you are in a location that is not your bathroom or your car NO ONE CARES!!!
If you are incapable of realizing that you are not the only person on the road. You are not entitled to the lane you are in. You must drive with the understanding that in order for there to be a good flow one must take into consideration the needs of not only oneself but also the needs of others. If you are to selfish to this by all means...ride the bus.
I guess that's all for now. Ok. Probably not but I don't want to bore you.
Monday, July 20, 2015
Blackbird Bakery
You know how there are signs before every interstate exit telling you what gas stations, restaurants and hotels are at each exit? Well, between Knoxville, TN and Abingdon, VA there is one of those boards that only has one restaurant listed. The blackbird bakery. My family drives to Abingdon, VA from time to time to go to the Barter theatre. Side note: If you have never been to Barter theatre in Abingdon, VA you should totally go!!
Anyway. Back to the sign. It has always intrigued me. I thought do they have food or just sweets. Why is it the only restaurant listed? Is it cute or is it something beside a gas station. Well, today I had asked some friends where we should go have lunch and low and behold right next to where we parked for the restaurant they had suggested was the Blackbird bakery!
We, of course, had to go in. I need to tell you something first. My son is Alexander, he is 13 years old. He is very literal and has a quick wit that often times flies over the heads of even adults! Alexander was with me on this little venture.
In we walked. To the right is a window seat with stools that face a counter that is butted up against the window looking out to the street. All the way back are tables. To the left is the counter. The decadent, beautiful, sugary counter. Imagine the most extravagant bakery you have ever seen and this is like that only on crack! I had no idea what to order. Everything looked like something that needed to be tried. Everything was frosted, sprinkled, drizzled and toasted to the patrons delight.
Now, I am Jim Pierson's daughter, and if you don't know him I will tell you that he can talk to a brick wall and have a perfectly fantastic conversation...not literally, just meaning that he loves people and so do I. So I leaned forward to the woman in line in front of me and asked have you been here before? She indeed had. I said What do you get when you come here?
Without missing a beat Alexander said Diabetes?
Love that child.
Anyway. Back to the sign. It has always intrigued me. I thought do they have food or just sweets. Why is it the only restaurant listed? Is it cute or is it something beside a gas station. Well, today I had asked some friends where we should go have lunch and low and behold right next to where we parked for the restaurant they had suggested was the Blackbird bakery!
We, of course, had to go in. I need to tell you something first. My son is Alexander, he is 13 years old. He is very literal and has a quick wit that often times flies over the heads of even adults! Alexander was with me on this little venture.
In we walked. To the right is a window seat with stools that face a counter that is butted up against the window looking out to the street. All the way back are tables. To the left is the counter. The decadent, beautiful, sugary counter. Imagine the most extravagant bakery you have ever seen and this is like that only on crack! I had no idea what to order. Everything looked like something that needed to be tried. Everything was frosted, sprinkled, drizzled and toasted to the patrons delight.
Now, I am Jim Pierson's daughter, and if you don't know him I will tell you that he can talk to a brick wall and have a perfectly fantastic conversation...not literally, just meaning that he loves people and so do I. So I leaned forward to the woman in line in front of me and asked have you been here before? She indeed had. I said What do you get when you come here?
Without missing a beat Alexander said Diabetes?
Love that child.
Thursday, July 9, 2015
The day I lost my self esteem
I have never lacked in self confidence as it pertains to being able to walk up to a stranger and talk to them. I enjoy the art of converting a frowning person into a smiling one. The thing is when it comes to self confidence about my appearance...there really is none.
I have never been one to be fussy about if my clothes match or if my hair and makeup are presentable. I have to say that if I were not married to my husband I would probably look like a cave woman most of the time because it just has never been a priority.
Don't get me wrong I'm not saying I look bad when I wander out into the world I'm just saying it isn't a on the front burner of my life, and to be honest I had never given it a second thought until I started college. I had gone to a local pool with some new friends of mine and a 10 year old boy walked up to us flirting. He was impressive with his knowledge of the art of wooing a woman. It was sad really I wondered who on earth had taught him that so early on and why he even cared and then it happened. He had been throwing his lines about asking questions and what not and I responded to one of the questions. He said Oh honey I ain't talking to you. You ain't all that. He went on telling me how I wasn't his type and pretty much slamming any bit of self confidence I had in the dirt.
He was 10 years old why did I care? I will say that at the time I probably acted tough, said something mean to him and we left but here I am more 25 years later and I can remember the encounter so it definitely stung a bit.
Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me.
Stupidest rhyme known to man. Words penetrate far beyond physical pain. I don't think of that little boy often, mostly when I am feeling down about myself or negative. I have had people say nice things about me in the past do those things come to the front of my thoughts when I am down? No, of course not.
As you go about your day today be kind. You never know who might need your mercy and grace.
I have never been one to be fussy about if my clothes match or if my hair and makeup are presentable. I have to say that if I were not married to my husband I would probably look like a cave woman most of the time because it just has never been a priority.
Don't get me wrong I'm not saying I look bad when I wander out into the world I'm just saying it isn't a on the front burner of my life, and to be honest I had never given it a second thought until I started college. I had gone to a local pool with some new friends of mine and a 10 year old boy walked up to us flirting. He was impressive with his knowledge of the art of wooing a woman. It was sad really I wondered who on earth had taught him that so early on and why he even cared and then it happened. He had been throwing his lines about asking questions and what not and I responded to one of the questions. He said Oh honey I ain't talking to you. You ain't all that. He went on telling me how I wasn't his type and pretty much slamming any bit of self confidence I had in the dirt.
He was 10 years old why did I care? I will say that at the time I probably acted tough, said something mean to him and we left but here I am more 25 years later and I can remember the encounter so it definitely stung a bit.
Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me.
Stupidest rhyme known to man. Words penetrate far beyond physical pain. I don't think of that little boy often, mostly when I am feeling down about myself or negative. I have had people say nice things about me in the past do those things come to the front of my thoughts when I am down? No, of course not.
As you go about your day today be kind. You never know who might need your mercy and grace.
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