Been invited to one of my largest client’s Christmas party. Must. Find. Perfect. Black. Dress. Before Friday. Ack!

Some of you know that I’ve moved in with my shiny new boyfriend (The Hotness), our house is located in a new subdivision located in Green Valley. Now, prior to moving in with him I lived in a doublewide trailer on 4 acres in the middle of the desert.

Suffice it to say I’m used to living out in the country, things are simpler there which is good because…well…I’m not exceptionally bright to begin with so I need all the help I can get. Anyway, I’ve basically been dunked head-first into the “Suburban Lifestyle” and man, I’m on some seriously unfamiliar territory.

I thought door to door salesmen were like circa 1950-1960’s. I didn’t realize they STILL exist. For instance, the other day I was sitting at my desk on the phone in the middle of making a really great business deal. Suddenly our doorbell rings and some guy who looked like a cross between an insurance salesman and a Muslim disciple is holding a box and looking into our window! Now, my first thought being “Who the fucking fuck is that and where is my gun?” Over reaction? No, I just don’t trust anyone. Turns out the guy was trying to sell Scotch guard and while he was half mumbling his pitch I had a wire coming out of my ear that was connecting me to someone who was at that moment in my life much. more. important. So I call for The Hotness and go on my merry way while he tells this dude we-dun-want-it. At my old place that dude would have never even made it past the property line. Our dogs would have scared him off, no muss no fuss.

We also have a neighborhood Avon lady. I’ve yet to actually witness her appearances but every week or so I’ll look out the window and there’s another little catalogue I won’t ever read sitting on our mat. I think she uses magical beaming powers to deliver said catalogues with out being seen. Honestly, I understand this is probably some enterprising woman who is trying to succeed in her business. However, I simply have to cut through the bullshit and call it like I see it:

Someone I don’t know is throwing trash on my doorstep. Period.

The holidays have heightened my thoughts of “what the fuck have I gotten into” due to the fact that every house around us is already decorated for Christmas. Like balls to the walls, full on lights, completely decorated. Of course our house has nothing on it to even suggest it’s Christmas so we stick out like a sore thumb at night. We are the dark blotch in the neighborhood of twinkly-Christmas-goodness. Out in the middle of nowhere I’d buy a poinsettia stick it on the kitchen table and call it a day. No one was around to see lights so why bother right? I do have a feeling that the sideways looks from our neighbors may be due to the fact that they think we are the devil couple in carnet because we have nothing out. What the hell ever happened to the spirit of Christmas apathy people?

There are pluses to this place though, I now have DSL whereas I used to live in an area where DSL was slated to be available in 2007. That’s right 2007. And there’s a garage so when it rains the interior of my truck won’t get soaked due to the window that doesn’t want to roll all the way up! I guess it’s a toss-up. But you can be darn skippy I’m gonna put some lights up in the window because “You’ve gotta keep up with the Jones’s yaknow”.

Change is inevitable; in fact change is the only constant thing in life. There is a whole Eastern philosophy based around this very simple yet mind boggling fact. Some people can not come to terms with this fact, others can and have. I would like to think that I have. However, my observation is that in some cases change is not an option. 99.9% of the time it’s by choice that some things, and in some cases, some people do not change.

I’ve found in my life that there are people whom I refer to in my head as “constants”. They are the ones who are either predictable in their actions or they are also always there. I take comfort in some of these people. In others I am either ashamed of them or extremely annoyed.

One thing I’ve never understood though is someone, anyone, for that matter who has the power to make a change regarding either the person(s) in their lives or something that is resident in their life that they don’t want there. Or at least they speak of not wanting it yet their actions prove differently. I honestly believe that the world would be a much better place if people would quit worrying so god damned much about how their personal wants and needs affect others. Of course I must include the obligatory note about “Don’t do something if it will physically harm another person.” But I’m talking about the other stuff, the non-violent stuff.

If someone is displeased with a situation then why do they continue down that path? I’m sure there are a million and one excuses for any person this question is put to. And trust me I’ve heard my fair share. However, I must say in all actuality it doesn’t matter what one says in their own defense. If they are choosing not to make the change then it is no fault but their own. Actions do truly speak a million times louder than words ever will.

I’m aware that I’m a judgmental person and a bit harsh at times. Then again I’ve never claimed to be a lady so there’s not a single protest to anyone who calls me a bitch. I am, it’s real. But I just get fed up sitting around being subject to people’s problems when they know full well they can make things better for themselves if they would only put their fuckin’ boots on and try.

I must apologize, I realize this isn’t the usual “Buggie Goodness” that most of you expect when you visit here. Some days just really need to put my actual thoughts of “substance” out there because I really start to wish I wasn’t so god damned observant. Most times I’d really like to be the shallow nit-wit I so often seem to be. I have no closing for this one…no comic relief to lighten the mood back up so this’ll just have to do. G’night.