Reflecting

So I find myself reflecting on things that have happened in my life this year.  It was a year filled with an almost obsessive (OK it was obsessive) job search, a very low tolerance for the new people living in my space, another year being single.  Not having the money to do ANYTHING.  So much right?! Well it may not seem like a big thing to you (reader) but to me with all of that and then some, this year has been a hot mess for me.  Yes I've have some good times, No I didn't starve ( just ask the fat girl), I never had to be homeless. And I do have so much to be thankful for. And I am thankful, grateful and all of the rest.  I was just reflecting on how tired it all was. 
I am going to try and not let things bother me so much in this up comming year.  I'm not doing my resolution in January like everyone else.  I'm going to start mine on Thanksgiving where I shall give thanks for everything I have and not what I wish I had.  It's going to take baby steps for sure for me to think differently.  Heck I may not even last the day.  LOL.  But I'm going to try at least.  So if you see me, or hear me or read something I've written ...Give me a little nudge to help me remember.  But don't be surprised if I snap at you. LOL.  xoxoxoxo


Rho

I Repeat

I Repeat, The far left lane on the highway IS NOT THE CRUISING LANE!!!  Why do people continue to use this lane to go the speed limit!? Why are they in this lane NOT MOVING!!???  This morning at 6:20am this idiot was in the far left lane holding up traffic.  I can't get mad at people going slow in the far right lane, I can't get too mad at the people going the speed limit in the middle lane.  That lane is after all the lane in which you should be cruising in. Please, please, please stay out of the far left lane if you plan on driving grandma slow.  If you are in the car with a person who is driving in that lane and holding up traffic, please tell them to GET OUT OF THAT LANE.

I'm not asking much.  Just stay in your correct lane and traffic should run smooth. 

Thank you, that is all


RHO

Tired

I know it 's been a while since I've posted on this blog.  It's not that I haven't had anything to complain about.  Or anything to have enough about.  It's just that I've been tired.  Not sleepy tired but just life tired.  I wasn't happy in my job, personal life or public life or any aspect of my life.  I was just got to the point where I was just tired.  Have you ever been there?  You just need a break, rest, time out.  Something that can get you out of your tiredness.  It has taken forever (well it seems like forever) for me to to shake a leg.  These new agey people would say I was depressed. But I've been told that 1) Black people don't get depressed and 2) Neither do Leo's.  So I'm two for two.  So I'm just going to say I was tired.  I've had somethings happen recently that have started to shake off the tiredness.  I'm happy to report that I'm a little less life tired.  I still have a little tiredness in me but I think I'm on the road to not being tired.
I know this isn't as witty and funny as what I normally write but I think that I needed to get this out. But don't fear....It won't take much for something to set me off...As a matter of  fact I'm sure all I have to do is step outside my bedroom and something or someone will set my teeth on edge....Until then...


Rho

Not Enough

It's been a moment since I've had something that I wanted to express in this blog.  I do have a issue that aggrvates me on a daily basis.  But so I will not hurt feelings of said issue I have refrained from expressing it here in this blog.  So what else can I talk about?  Oh I know.....

So there is a serious problem going on in America today.  It's an issue that has plagued me since before I can remember.  Why is the letter O and the number Zero suddenly interchangable!!??  It's no wonder kids are having a hard time in school.  What should they use?  You know what I'm talking about.  Everyone does it.  Example: "What is your phone number?"  9O4-45O-667O.  Not:  9zero4-45zero-667zero. Are we too lazy to say ZERO?  Is it really that hard to say the number and not the letter?  Try this.  In your conversations with people today see how many times someone says the letter O instead of the number Zero.  Does that extra syllable throw people off? It's so annoying.  It's bad enough we live in a world where text speak is catching on faster than the low rise jean effect, we have to draw the line somewhere.  I perfer to use the letter and number in their respective uses.  That's just me.

SEE THE DIFFERENCE!?

Rho 

INSANE

Okay, I know I have different freak outs from most normal people.  I know everyone has their own issues that make them seem insane to other people.  I realize that I have boundaries that most people would not have.  I have a lot of little pet peeves that normal, everyday people do not have.  I get annoyed easily when people over step or step on or step though those imaginary boundaries I have carefully built up brick by brick. 
So know, that I know, I'm slightly insane. I recognize and admit that.  And know, that I know, that the cause of my mini breakdown this morning falls in this exact category. I'm not proud of it, I recognized when it was happening that it was silly and not a big deal.  However that did not help the situation nor did it do anything to defuse it.  The more I tried to calm down the crazier I got.  So without further stalling I shall share with you, my reader why I, the OCD Leo with way too many issues freaked out this morning at 5:30am.

I have in the bathroom a basket filled with magazines, catalogs and the odd book.  These reading materials are there for when I or anyone else, needs something to peruse whilst in the loo.  (don't ask).  Now, I have this thing about magazines, and newspapers.  I don't like for people to touch much less read them until I have had a chance to read or flip through them myself.  This only applies to ones I have purchased (or subscribed to).  It's an odd quirk that I have but I have yelled at a cashier for flipping through my carefully selected magazine, that I have gone through the shelf looking for one that does not have any folded or creased pages or smudges on the cover. Insane, I know.  I know I sound like a crazy person right now.  I know, it's just a magazine. It's my issue.  And I would say that I'm working on it..But I'm not. 
Now I realize that the magazines are in the bathroom that I share with two other people. But I usually only put magazines in there that I have at least flipped through.  And I have no issue with other people looking though them while in the bathroom.  What (I know your thinking) could have made me have a minor meltdown so early this morning.  Well...
When I went into the bathroom this morning to start my day, I looked in the basket and my new magazine which, I just purchased.  Was not in the basket in which I left it.  (Heart flutter) Not to freak out I went to check my room to make sure I had not taken it there last night.  Hmmmm... Not in my room, Not in the basket in the bathroom, not on the counter in the kitchen, nor on the coffee table or anywhere I would put IT.  Thought to self  " I know my magazine was not taken from this basket in the bathroom.  I know neither one of the people who share this bathroom removed the magazine not only from the basket but from the bathroom all together."  I know that didn't happen. 
Let the Craziness begin....I flipped the freak out.  I started talking (out loud) to myself  "WHY WOULD SOMEONE REMOVE MY MAGAZINE FROM THE BATHROOM!!!!!!!!"  Why would someone think that's okay?!  Did they purchase it?  Did they carefully select a non creased,non folded, pristine magazine from the store shelf?  Who removes an item that is not theirs!? WHO!?!?
Do you know how hard it was not to bust into their room and DEMAND my magazine!?  DO YOU?!  I worked myself into such a state that by the time I left for work, I was a crazy lady!  I left a note on the dry erase board.  I waited until an occupant of the room got up and asked if my magazine was removed from the bathroom.  Not knowing that she was supa close to a throttling, she replied yes, my mom took it out last night to read. (inside my head) WHAT!!??!!??   I replied as calmly as I could "Could you please go get it and bring it to me?" 
Magazine is now safely with me, at work.  Thinking that I may have to remove basket from bathroom.  Making an appointment with a therapist as soon as possible.


RHO

Patience is for the Birds

I admit it. I do not have patience.  I only have a teenie, tiny amount.  The amount of patience I have you could only see if you put it on a microscope and viewed it though a microscope lens.  It's that small.  So I try to make an effort  to give people the benefit of a doubt.  But some people just know how to work a nerve.  Like someone once said to me"  I got one good nerve left...and your getting on it!" 

And I know it could just be a tiny thing that most people would just brush off and keep it moving but I'm like a Hoarder.  I have the stuff and I keep adding little things to it so now it's a big pile of crazy, OCD, nagging items.  I don't ask for much.  Okay so I ask for a lot.  Sue me. 

I'm going to work on trying not to get so upset and crazy at every little thing.

Rho

I dunno...

I don't know who really is reading this blog but I'm going to keep posting anyway. 

Stay OUT of the Left Lane!

Look I know it's been a while since any of us has picked up a drivers education manual.  Heck it's been a long time since I've even seen one.  But I'm sure the rules of the road have not changed.  The Left Lane has and always has been the "fast" lane.  If you are riding in this lane you should be doing more than the posted speed limit.  I should not have to get in the middle lane and pass you.  If you are being passed at any point in time on your right side YOU ARE IN THE WRONG LANE!!!!!  You pass on the left!!!  This drives me completely NUTS!!  Why are you riding your slow behind in the far left lane?  And to make matters worse there is NO ONE in the middle or far right lane!!  If I (or anyone else) comes up behind you, You should politely GET OVER!!  I (or anyone else) should not have to pass you in the middle lane.  This also applies to people being in the middle lane moving below the speed limit.  There is a reason the right lane exists! It's for you slow pokes.  You can cruise all day long in that lane and no one will be mad or make naughty hand gestures.  We people who actually read and remember our drives test know that you are in your correct lane. 
Please I'm begging you.  If you choose to move as slow as a snail keep to the far right lane.  If you choose to just go the speed limit, please stay in the middle lane.  And for Goodness sake if you are moving at either one of those paces KEEP OUT OF THE FAR LEFT LANE!! Beep Beep!!  This says it all!!!

Rho

Am I wrong???

"I am cleaning out the fridge on Sunday!"  Those were the words I spoke on Saturday and again on Sunday.  I have this thing about the fridge not being overly stuffed (and the pantry needs to be in  nice neat little rows but that's for another time)  I like to be able to see what is in the fridge.  Now I live in a house with three other people.  One I don't worry about stuffing the fridge.  The other two just put crap in there.  This includes the freezer.  I mean who puts the grocery bag in the freezer with the frozen items in it? So I get back from my week long vacation and open the fridge and it's bursting from the seems.  I'm talking food that was left when I went on vacay is still there. Plus other items.  So it's due for a cleaning.  I start my cleaning out of the fridge at like 7:00pm on Sunday.  So it's been a full day.  I throw away food that's been there.  I happened to throw out some cake and cheesecake.  I don't know how long they have been there.  Into the trash they go.  Like I said I told people I was cleaning out the fridge. 
Last night I was asked "Where is the cake and cheesecake?"  I said "Sorry I threw them out.  I told you I was cleaning out the fridge."  them: " But it was just put in there" Me: " Sorry I said I was cleaning out the fridge. Them:  *augghhh*  (into the room they go)  Me:  Oh well.....
Should I have waited to throw out the stuff or is it too bad so sad?! I did warn that I was cleaning it out.  As a matter of fact Sunday's will be clean out the fridge day.  I think I'll post a sign!!!

THIS REFRIGERATOR

WILL BE CLEANED OUT EVERY SUNDAY.  IF YOU HAVE FOOD THAT YOU WANT KEEP, PLEASE PUT A LABEL ON IT, WHICH HAS BEEN SO NICELY PROVIDED! 

THANK YOU

J

Rho

Family...Can't live with them....Can't disown them!

So I spent a week of vacation with my Sister, niece and Dad.  Can I just start out by saying that me and my Dad are too much alike to spend more than a few hours with each other much less a whole bleeping week!  But Hey I thought I'd give it a try.  Let's just say I will not be doing that again anytime soon.  Maybe in five/ten years.  Don't get me wrong.  I love my Dad.  But I love him when I don't have to spend so much time with him.  A week is just toooooooo long.  I guess family is like fish.  It's nice at the begining but after a few days it starts to STINK!  Ha ha. 

Anyway I did have a nice time away from work.  It was nice to see old friends and spend some time in my favorite store....IKEA.  I just LOVE that store.  I mean who wouldn't?  Okay I know there are people who don't .  I love it for all the things it has.Where else can you get a bedroom set, living room set, kitchen, and an office set and then get some Swedish Meatballs or a hotdog, or some ribs or chocolate cake and a nice Linoberry drink?  Not at Rooms to go!  So what if you have to assemble 98.9% of everything you purchase.  It helps you to work on your hand-eye coordination.  Hee hee.    Ahhhhh.... IKEA.  I want them to build one here in Jacksonville, FL. 

On another note.  I suppose it was not nice to trick  my 9 year old niece into riding the Jurassic Park Ride at Universal Studios Island of Adventure.  We (my sister Kila and I ) told her that it was just a nice boat ride through nice peaceful waters.  Ha after that drop, the look on her face was priceless.  Boy was she mad!  LOL. 
Till next time,


Rho

Smacking...NO not that kind

When I was little I always heard "Close your mouth when you are eating"  or "No smacking"  or "Nobody wants to see or hear what your eating"  So of course now as an adult I find that those lessons only took place in MY HOUSE.  There is nothing worse than to be sitting across from someone and see them shovel food in their mouth and then proceed to chew with their mouth open.  And along with the open mouth chew comes sounds ie Smacking.  It's like nails on a chalk board to me.  How hard is it to open your mouth, insert food and then close your mouth and chew?  It's not rocket science. 
Then you have the foods that are continuous.  Like GUM for one.  Have you ever been close to a person who was chewing gum and you felt like you were the piece of gum because you can hear every chew?!  Don't you want to turn to the person and say " Man that must be one juicy piece of gum!  Thank you for sharing your chewing experience with me."  Maybe that's just me.  Can't you hear yourself smacking the piece of gum? Why doesn't it bother you?! Not only do you get smacking with the gum chewing you also get popping, rapid succession popping and bubble popping.  Do it when your alone or with a group of gum smacking poppers.
I'm not asking much...Am I?  Just please consider closing your mouth whilst you chew.  Thank you


Rho

Did I tell you can call me that?!

So my name is Rhodie.  That should be enough.  It's not short for anything, it's not long for anything and it does not come with a nickname.  So why do people feel the need to call me something else.  And when I tell you I don't like that why then do they continue to do it?  My boss adds names that rhyme after he says my name.  I tell him "Please don't call me that." He says okay sorry.  And then the next freaking day he's back to rhyming.  WTH??!!  I'm not saying don't call me that just to hear myself talk.  Sheesh.  But it's not just him.  I've got family members that continue to shorten my name.  I finish it for them.  It's not that many syllables.  Just Two Rho Die.  How freaking hard is that?  The extra syllable must be so hard to spit out! 
Spread the word readers....Tell those people to complete my whole name.  Regardless that my blog is titled Rho's Had Enough.  I see the irony....



Rho

Did I ask you part 2??!!

Why do people feel it's okay to tell a person they don't even know to "smile"?  I don't go around telling people to stuff it when I see someone who needs to stuff it!  I always get some idiot who decides it's their job to tell me "it's okay to smile" or " You don't have to look like that, if you smile it will be better"  Do they ever think that maybe I don't want to smile or that I sense if I smile at them then they might take that as an invitation to start a stupid conversation with me?!  What's the big freaking deal if I choose not to walk around with a stupid grin on my face.  Smiles aren't candy! I'm not just going to give them out like they are.  And lets be honest I don't give out candy so why would I give a complete stranger a smile.  Mind your own dang business.  A sure way to make me give you the eye is to tell me to freaking smile! 
I have a smile on my face when I'm in places or at times that I feel like smiling.  Just pumping my gas or shopping in Walmart does not require a smile. Back off you smile pushers.  I'm not buying.
Next time you see a lady in the store who isn't smiling, do yourself and her a favor.  Just keep walking and smile to your own freaking self!

Rho

Are you kidding me!!??

I'm all for finding love and "the one".  With all of the dating websites and dating services and friends match making, it's enough to put your head on spin.  People started looking  for love on The Dating Game and now we have The Bachelor/Bachelorette, those crazy shows on MTV and VH1.  Now I think we as single people are just getting desperate.  Has anyone seen the promos for Love in the Wild on ABC?  Now we are subjecting ourselves to being paired with a stranger and then doing challenges in the WILD?  I mean come on!  Isn't it hard enough to go on a first date in normal city (or country) settings.  Now you want me to repel from a mountain or swing from a vine.  Ummm  No thank you very much!  I'm sure this is geared more for the adventurous guy and gal but I'm going to stick with non life threatening situations on dates. 
But I may tune into watch these couples brave the Wild.  Do I think there will be a lasting love connection?  I highly doubt that.  But I guess you gotta do what you gotta do to find the ONE! 

Happy Hunting,


Rho

Say What!!??

This is turning out to be a weird week.  Is there a full moon coming soon? I mean things are turning out to be supa weird.  I talk to my brother and he just got finished chasing down the dude who stole his washer and dryer and other items in his apartment.  He actually ran after him, chased him down the street tackled him to the ground and sat on him until the police came.  My mom has craziness at work.  I funny enough have not had any thing out of the blue happening at work.  The outlet for the fridge went out and today I came home to a toilet that over flowed.  And the plunger is at my cousins house because he did not return it after he used it.  That's right CUZO I'm callin' u out!.  Now I gotta get back in my car and drive over to get it because you are out of town.  Are you kidding me!  I've never had to plunge my toilet!  Who stuffed it up!!??  And why am I the one who has to do the plunging!? The clogger upper is nowhere to be seen, not around, the CU has been around all week, why now is the CU gone..poof like a puff of smoke ..gone.  And who is left to do the unclogging? Me! That's who.  ARRRUUUGGGGHHHH.
I gotta go.  I gotta go get the stupid plunger to start plunging!


RHO

Monday....again

I would just like to point out that we should not be working 5 days and off  2.  I understand that the week is compiled of 7 days and it's not an even number to divide but WHO came up with the work week?  When they were sitting around the table hammering out the details of the work week, was the vote unanimous in that we have to work at least 5 days and only receive 2 days off?  Was there not a group of people (slackers) sitting in the corner going "Um.. excuse us but do we really want to work 5 days?  What about 4 days of work and 3 days off.  Or let's just work 3 days and have 4 days off?"  Also who came up with 40 hours.  I don't know about you but I don't want to spend 8 hours (or more) at one place.  Yet everyday (if you work) you spend at least that much time in one place.  It's really selfish of those people who set this standard. 
Okay there is the group of people who LOVE what they do.  Those people are called  RICH.  Okay, okay not all of them.  But you know what I mean. I just think that we as a people work too dang much.  Well I think I work too much. 
Anyway I hope your Monday is spectacular!  I know it's going to be hard to get back into it. 


Rho

Did I ask you?

Do you ever wonder why people give you their advice when you don't ask for it?  I mean, it's one thing to ask someone : "Bob, what do you think about this haircut?" It's another for Bob to tell me what haircut I should get.  This happened to me the other day.  I have mentioned on several occasions that I'm going to cut my hair.  Now I already have the cut in mind, and I know how short I want it and in what style. Never did I ask for someone to tell me what they think will look good on me.  I know what I can and can't rock.  So I let the person give her opinion and then said NOPE, I don't think so.
What's even worse is when people tell me Not to cut my hair. It's my hair and if you had to walk around with this thick, long, hot mess you would want to cut it off too. Take a look for yourself.  This is when I combed out my hair.  http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=1374150113935&set=a.1297608960454.2040139.1237260606&type=1

Scary isn't it?  So thank you for your unasked for suggestion.  I'll rock what I feel like rocking.  Thank you very much.
Have you had any unasked for suggestions? I'd love to hear your stories!  

Rho
 

The time has come.

The time has come for me to share what goes on in my head.  Some of you will no doubt already know what's there.  But now I'm taking my craziness to the masses.  I was told not long ago that I needed an outlet for my, let's call it verbal aggressions.  It's really my annoyance at the things people do. 
Lately there have been numerous of situations that have caused me to get one step closer to that edge everyone seems to talk about.  I am so close to that edge that I can't even warn people when I go over.  So I'm declaring I've Had Enough.
I have had it.  I'm done, through, finished, if I knew other languages and could spell in them I would continue with other words. I'm tired.  And since I fear I may push my family (those who have to hear me go on, and on) to admit me to the State Hospital (Chattahoochee).  I figured I better find a way to vent that doesn't involve them directly.  I found that I liked writing and figured this was a good avenue to take.  If you follow me on my GROTFG Blog, you know that the Fat Girl is fighting hard to stay put.  But I hope you will follow me on this one as well.  This blog is sure to be more on point and way more entertaining. 
Well that's the introduction to this new Blog.  I hope you like it and spread the word.

Rho