how to avoid negativity

I found this fabulous info-graphic through Pinterest (originally posted on The Secret Yumiverse) a while ago, and I love it. LOVE IT. For many reasons. Because, not only is it hilarious, but I've also found that a few of the techniques it outlines are incredibly effective when I have to deal with a meanie-jerk on the phone at work.

There have been many times that I have had to take a deep breath, and imagine an invisible force-field full of positive thoughts (#5) as a barrier between me and the jerk-monster on the phone, where all their meanness just bounces off. It works! Try it. I also like the one about every jerk monster having a sad human being trapped inside of it. When I try to remember this, it helps to humanize even the most obnoxious, vicious people, which makes it possible to send some compassion their way.

Dogs that are slow in the brain.

I know that it doesn't really count as 'blogging' when all I do is post links to other blogs, but finals are coming up and I have little to no 'fun time.' Anyways, this one made me laugh so hard. The pictures are so spot-on accurate.I can't wait until I get to hang out with my borderline-below-average-intelligence dog, Ozzie, again. He has a new sidekick, Lady, who is unfortunately way, WAY smarter than he is. Luckily, he's too dumb to realize that.

Lady stealing Ozzie's bone.

Passive Agressive Laundry

So, at my apartment complex there are very, VERY limited laundry facilities. Each building has one laundry room, and each laundry room has only 2 washers and 2 dryers. Here's the kicker: Each building has about 80 girls living in it. So I basically share a washer and dryer with 40 other girls. For this reason, our laundry rooms are in constant use, and if a washer has stopped, most people (like me) take the laundry out of the finished machine so that they can use it. Whenever I do this, I make sure that I put it nicely and neatly on top of the washer or in their basket, because it would suck if their stuff fell on the floor or something.

Anyways, I went in to do my laundry last night, and I noticed that the only washer that wasn't in use was full of clean bedding. I put it nicely on top of the machine, and started putting my clothes in. While I was doing that, my neighbor and Sunday school teacher came in and looked at the bedding I had placed on top of the washer. Since I know her, I cheerfully told her I was the one who had just barely taken them out and set them there, and I hoped that it was okay.

She just looked at me and said nothing. Awkward.

So, when I went in later on that night to put my stuff in the dryer, the only dryer that wasn't in use was full of - you guessed it - that girl's bedding. I put it neatly on top of the dryer, and started my load. (Note: Her bedding was dry.)

When I came back to get my laundry out, I found this note waiting for me on top of my dryer:




I promptly sent it to PassiveAgressiveNotes.com. Tee hee hee.


Since she angrily scribbled out "I don't know who..." I am pretty sure she knows it was me. And I think that Sunday school is going to be a little awkward for a while.

Oh, well. Ha ha ha.

Hammerhead Wedding Veil ALERT

I had the most amazing dream last week. And by amazing, I mean it was so awkward and uncomfortable that it almost bordered on a nightmare, and I laughed with sweet relief when I woke up and realized it was just a dream. Some background first:

So, as many of you know, my sister Jackie is getting married this weekend to Georgey. He is awesome, and I am so happy for both of them that I know I am going to blubber like a sentimental boob at their wedding.

I hadn't seen Jackie's wedding dress yet, and I distinctly remember being excited about seeing it as I was falling asleep. In my dream, Jackie was trying on her dress for all of our family to see. I walked into that room that every bridal store has - you know, the one that has three giant mirrors so that the brides can see their dresses from every angle. I was relatively far away, and I was trying to figure out what the strange, white gauzy shape was at the far side of the room.

Then.

THEN.

Jackie turned around and I realized it was her. She had a giant, purple, rhinestone encrusted thing attached to the BACK of her head. Her veil was hanging off of it. She looked like a hammerhead shark. And her dress? It was like a pioneer dress, except it was made out of white satin and dark purple ribbon. Oh, and the skirt was one of those weird, see through, short-in-the-front and long-in-the-back monstrosities that you sometimes see on Miss Teen USA pageants.

The worst part? She loved it. In my dream, I mean. She LOVE loved it, and had already bought it, and since no one else had voiced any objections to it, I felt like I couldn't tell her how horribly ugly her ensemble was.

Thankfully, I then woke up.


Dear cute sister Jackie,
I am so excited for your big day. I am sure you will be radiantly beautiful. Just please promise me you will not to wear this:



... Because I will not be able to stop you.

Love,
Tami

I have a feeling these will never get old.

Hip-hop elves are serious business.