As a child, my mammaw always said to me: “Pretty is as pretty does!” Boy howdy, she wasn’t just a whistlin’ Dixie! It is incredible to see the beauty in someone fall by the wayside when they act like the spawn of satan himself?
Yesterday that man of mine told me about a story where a lady called 911 three times when McDonald’s ran out of McNuggets. Apparently when the person asked for their money back Mickey D’s told her “NO” and to pick something else out. So let me see here…. there are THOUSANDS of people in Japan suffering right now, and THOUSANDS of people in Haiti still suffering from over a year ago…No food, shelter, etc… and you want to call 911 with your “Mc Mergency?”
How about a dose of reality woman!? Would that put things in perspective? Let’s take all these ignoramus people calling 911 when they do not get their way, tying up the emergency phone lines no less… and put them smack dab in the middle of Japan. How about that? Oh wait, that wouldn’t work..because they wouldn’t have access to a McDonalds…because it’s gone! Because there are no phone lines…because those people would just be happy to have a non-contaminated piece of bread!
Upon researching the story for myself to make sure I had my facts straight, they pretty much are except evidentially this happened in 09. But you get my point…because I am not speaking solely of this case. This kind of bull malarkey happens ALL THE TIME. In fact, it happens in my own home. Once in a while my kids will fight, argue and bicker over the tiniest, petty things. And I do mean petty. “I did not touch the ketchup bottle last so I am not putting it up!” “I am not shutting that cabinet door because you looked in it last!” “So and so got 30 extra seconds on the computer!” Really???? Well guess what you little maggots??? (←disclaimer: “maggots” is a term of endearment in my house so no one go all psycho on me please!”) You need a dose of reality too!!!
The more I have been thinking of this nonsense lately, the more perturbed I become. These “things, acts, stuff” are nothing. NOTHING. A tiny piece of part of a dead bird, compressed with some other “stuff” and rolled in “something” and fried in some old grease. I have an idea!!! Let’s raise living hell and waste everyone’s time over something so insignificant……….or…. you can just be nice. It’s a small word. Nice. But, it speaks volumes.
I have been taking a new approach with the kids. When they get in this “petty” frame of mind where a situation occurs… I try to point out what it is that they are ACTUALLY doing. I usually start by saying “Stop.” Stop what you are doing and think for a minute. You are arguing about a cracker. A piece of something that you will put in your mouth, chew it up in 2 seconds and it is gone.” Sometimes a light comes on in their little heads and they “get” how ridiculous it is. Other times they argue their case. But we are working on it. I think I am going to start throwing in how “ugly” it makes them look. No one wants to be ugly! And once in a while I think of a couple of people who WOULD potentially be beautiful people but their actions have the opposite effect and I point that out to the kids and they seem to understand.
If none of these things work around this household…. we are going to a 3rd world country on “vacation” over the summer. And I’m taking Miss “Chicken Mc Mergency” with us.