With her caffeine, her Ritalin, and her pearls. Of wisdom.

That’s really my favorite line from a song.

WHAT is, June? We aren’t actually there in your head. And clearly half the time we don’t read your title.

“With her fog, her amphetamines, and her pearls.” Love that line. Also, do you ever do this? If anyone says to me, “I hate Bob Dylan. Oh, that nasal way he sings,” I just assume that person is dumb. I also never wish to hear that you don’t like the Beatles, because you then plummet into the same category I place “don’t like cats” people.

I can never feel the same about those people again.

What’s your thing, your bottom line, that sort of reduces your opinion of a person irrevocably? Like, I find it utterly baffling that you don’t like tomatoes, but I won’t like you less because of it. Not liking cats, though. See. I gotta take you at least down to the B list, if not the C. You’re my Hilary Swank. You USED to be something.

Last night, I told this guy from work I’d help him with his personal project, which just sounded vaguely dirty and isn’t. Writing is not his jam, see, so for a few nights I’ve stayed after work to help him out, and last night was one of those nights. One of these crazy old nights. We’re gonna find out, pretty mama.

See. I didn’t really hate the Eagles, ever, but once The Poet expressed to me her distaste, their lyrics are becoming noticeably ridiculous to me.

Anyway, it was exactly 5:00, and my phone rang. It was one of the Alexes. “I’m actually leaving work at 5:00!” she exclaimed. “Want to hang?”

We’ve been trying to do something for fucking ever, and she’s always got things going on, as she’s a millennial who grew up here, so she’s got that whole 90210 group of thus-far childless friends she still hangs with. Plus also she’s forever got family things. We live maybe a mile apart and I think the last time we saw each other was last Christmas.

“YES!” I said, excited, and then I remembered. Vilhelm Oyster. I branded my coworker with that name in 2011, and that’s who I promised I’d help. I’d been looking for him, anyway, to see if we were ready to begin our little after-work work, and he hadn’t been around, but then I began searching for him in earnest.

“Vilhlem!” I said, locating him, and I really do call him Vilhelm, which probably irritates everyone around us. “Alex called, and we never ever see each other, and she’s actually available today, right now! Can we work tomorrow?”

“No,” said Vilhelm.

So I moped over to the phone to call Alex and say I couldn’t meet her, but Vilhelm came over and said, YES, I COULD see her after all, and now I gotta find a way to blow him off tonight.

I kid. I will work with him tonight. Probably.

Anyway, I probably went to his B list when I bailed last night.

I took zero photos of Alex being here eating popcorn and drinking wine with me, as I was, oh, in the moment, so you’re gonna have to trust me on this. Also, I have a freelance assignment I want to get done with, and I’m nowhere NEAR done, and yesterday I got offered ANOTHER freelance assignment, and one wonders about my broken back/fenders polishing situation.

While all that wasn’t happening yesterday, I came home at lunch and took action shots of the pets. Act-shun, I wanna live. Wow, June, you’re so not at all predictable, with your lyrics.

IMG_1212.JPGIMG_1213.JPGIMG_1214.JPGPoor blindy Iris. A GOOD mom would have said, “Look out, Irises!” But no.

Also…

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And

IMG_E1203.jpgPerhaps you’re wondering who got a snout full o’claws, but are you? Are you wondering? Or do you know the answer already?

I put in my contacts just now; they’d been resting comfortably in the pocket on my robe. But once I put them on, seeing this screen isn’t easy, as then I need my reading glasses. Hello, 462.

I want you to promise me that no matter how old and feeble I get, still sitting here blogging my goddamn days at you, that the minute I in all seriousness say my age as anything “years young” that you will put me out to pasture with Ferdinand the Bull.

I’m 52 years young! Heh. …Hey, where ya takin’ me?

Anyway, I got up to get reading glasses just now. I noticed my coffee cup was empty (By the way, that Ward guy I dated briefly? Had, like, three cups of espresso before work, then a pot of coffee once he was there. I admired his fortitude), so I filled it, then I looked for pants, because what pants am I gonna wear today? Then I put some stuff in recycling, as I am a filthy liberal snowflake who recycles, and finally I sat back down here.

No reading glasses. I’m typing you from as far back as I can go and still reach the keyboard.

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helloooooo! can you hear me from back here?

What I’m saying to you is the Ritalin has not kicked in yet. Clearly.

I’m still taking a fairly low dose, but it is marvelous, is what it is. Once it begins working, anyway.

Okay, I gotta go. Still on pants quest. It was kind of easier when we were “business casual” and not “hep agency” because the former required nothing from me but eleventeen pairs of black pants. And one gray. For when I was whooping it up.

Whoop, there it is.

Juan

 

 

104 thoughts on “With her caffeine, her Ritalin, and her pearls. Of wisdom.

  1. I do worry that the Ritalin is gonna kill your vibe.

    The one thing I cannot abide is people who proudly proclaim “I’m not a reader”. Yeah. Get lost.

    Lovely post with excellent ACT-SHUN shots.

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    1. “I don’t read” or “I don’t like cats” makes me give a pained smile as I walk away.
      “I have to give away/”re-home” my cats/dogs because I’m moving to Iowa/any place else,” and I spit at them and try to put a curse on them (unless they are dying, being deployed to a war zone, going into a nursing home).

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      1. There are a couple other times when rehoming a pet might be the best thing to do. For example, our farm dog, who lived a largely outdoor life (slept in the barn), and went everywhere with us (on the tractor, in the fields, etc.), would not be able to adapt to an indoor, suburban life. So, when my parents sold the farm (or risk going under), our dog was sadly given to a neighbour farmer, who had recently lost their dog. Our dog was big (Samoyed) and friendly and beautiful, and meant to live an outdoor life with lots of space to roam. It was sad, but it was best for Max.

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  2. Smoking. Smoking is my line in the sand.
    I do not have ADD, but my mornings sound like yours. Earlier this week, I put 2 forks in my daughter’s lunch bag because I did not remember I had already put the first one in 2 minutes prior. sigh.

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  3. “I’m a Republican.
    I don’t read books.
    I don’t like cats. I love watching sports.
    Weather is always changing. My child is a special snowflake. Pet mama. I carry my pet in a snugli/ stroller.” That’s my very non comprehensive list.

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  4. Meanness is my line in the sand. And not liking animals. And never taking responsibility for anything/always looking for someone or something else to blame.

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  5. Wow – I hate to be a copycat, but so many of my pet peeves have already been said.
    *Treating servers and cashiers/clerks rudely
    *All forms of rudeness
    *Using LOL – particularly at the end of every sentence
    *Using all caps
    *Smoking
    *People who refuse to read
    *People who throw trash/cigarette butts out their car windows
    *People who text/talk/scroll and drive
    I’d better stop now – I’m starting to sound like a really angry person. Yikes!

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  6. Ready to start the day, gonna put on my grey pants and whoop it up!

    Great post, glad you got to kevich with an Alex!

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  7. Hmmmm. I thought The Poet really liked the lyrics to “Lying Eyes “. I must have missed the sarcasm in that post, when you mentioned it.
    I’m so confused, Coot.

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      1. I did read somewhere that a teacher was using “Hotel California” as a poem for her class to study. I guess they didn’t have the attention span for “American Pie.”

        But I’m sorry if I’ve almost ruined Eagles songs for you, Juan. On the other hand, your opinion of shrimp almost ruined shrimp for me.

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  8. I guess it’s a leaf but I honestly thought for several moments that the object on the stones between Iris and SD was a dead mouse.

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  9. I had a friend who did not like pie. PIE!
    Seriously, I can’t stand people who think they’re open minded, who really aren’t. People who know they’re going to hurt feelings but say it anyway. People who don’t like museums, theater, concerts. People who won’t shut up. Ever. People who don’t like dogs. Snobs. People who have jumped on the gluten bandwagon, or whatever bandwagon, because it’s a thing. People who don’t like cheese. I know. I’m easily annoyed.

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    1. Oh cheese is a deal breaker. My daughters best fried doesn’t like cheese. WTH? Are you from Neptune? I mean my dad doesn’t eat cheese but it’s because it makes his stomach hurt. That’s ok, but what a sad life without cheese!

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  10. My lines in the sand?

    *People who willingly overlook and excuse AND support the horrible behavior of the current POTUS. Yes, I’ve ended friendships over this.
    *Cruelty to animals.
    *Irresponsible pet owners.
    *People who refer to their pets as their “fur babies.”
    *The word “libtard.”
    *Smokers.

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  11. Well, I truly don’t like Dylan’s singing voice but admire the heck out of his song writing ability. My no-can-understand is much like everyone else; cruelty to animals, rudeness to someone who is serving you/taking care of you and a big one is someone who can not tolerate a different opinion or belief. June, I appreciate that you don’t allow us to demean others in the comments and ask us to all play nicely together. I just scratch my head at someone who is screaming that another group of people is not tolerant enough and yet they are dismissing the other sides beliefs. Everyone is allowed to believe as they feel and it is not my place to judge or belittle them. In other words, if you want to hunt and shoot for food for your family I may not believe like you do, but I believe that you are allowed to do that in out country and i won’t try to dissuade you with loud words or rhetoric. We should treat others with kindness and love.

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    1. Someone once told me they thought I was dumb for hating Monty Python. I mean, I can see why someone would think that. But oh, god, do I hate Monty Python.

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      1. I agree wholeheartedly. I am never offended or put off by people who have different religious/political/social viewpoints. I appreciate that we all come from different backgrounds and experiences which shape our opinions. I think people who promote diversity and then sneer at diverse opinions don’t really mean what they say.

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  12. June, I’m struggling to read you today. I cannot focus with phone held fat away or low, held at a slant under bifocals. Then as I struggle reading the words, you describe how you barely can see your screen. Yes, it’s the blind reading the blind. Hehe. : )

    But life will soon get better, My new glasses should arrive in two weeks.

    P.S. I wear black pants to work everyday. It keeps me “lucky.”

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  13. *far, not “fat”…..see how I thought the “r”was a “t”?? I shouldn’t type “see” either, as we barely can “see”…

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  14. Aside from the universal one of cruelty the first that lept to mind is any man who believes he can touch a woman without her permission (implicit or explicit) since the first professor who reached out and touched my breast during a conversation when I was 20. When I told my husband he said, “Oh he was just copping a feel.” Said husband became an ex.
    Copping a feel (such a harmless guy thing) has been followed by a doctor, 2 bosses, and a stranger in the library. Also any man who provokes a woman and then when she reacts says anything to the effect of, “I was just trying to get a rise out of you.” or “I thought that would get you going.” or “I was just pulling your pigtails.” Which is why Vel got such a rise out of me, got me going, when he said he was just pulling our pigtails. Just thinking of that makes me want to repeat my response to him which was to wish him some intercourse. It is not funny and it comes from a one up position.
    Now somebody please pour me a cup of jolly juice. June’s question got a rise out of me.

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  15. Nice post Coot. People. I will add to the list. People who are brand conscious. You know the ones. Oh Look I just got a new Louie B. Mayer purse that cost me two years salary and I wear them with my Tory Pines boots and my Blackberry coat. Pretentious much? It turns me off like a light switch. It isn’t that I am jealous that they can or can’t afford the brands I just don’t care and it makes no difference to me, so why do you have to say the brand of everything you own. I am going to go to my favorite 99 cent coffee shop wearing my Hanes Her Way panties and my Fruit of the Loom Tee shirt and my tough skin jeans

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  16. Black and navy blue do not go together. If you insist on wearing it I can’t help your poor lost soul. Also people who have perfect hair all the time because they have time to blow dry straighten curl flat iron whatever. A) I like sleep too much B) my second day hair is the best it ever looks and C) I have too many children who require me yelling every two minutes GET UP!!! You can’t do that and fix hair.

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  17. I smoke. It makes me sad my bad habit would outweigh my sparkling personality. I would never be able to be friends with most of you because of your line in the sand, which you are definitely entitled to.
    My peeve is people who think they are superior to me and hold it over my head. Whether it be my address, clothing brands, grammar, or looks. I am who I am. Unless I win the lottery, things will stay the same.

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    1. I feel the same way about my bad habit of being a Republican. As long as you don’t blow smoke in my face (or up my butt) I’ll be your friend Duffylou.

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      1. I would like to sit with you, too. All of you who replied to Duffylou. I was just about to comment that I’m feeling somewhat hated today. I really am a nice person who loves animals.

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    2. Love your comment! Even if I win the lottery, Duffylou, things will still stay the same. Except I would have a huge pet sanctuary. Other than that, I ain’t changing my grammar, looks, address, or clothing brands. Judge away assholes is what I think to all people, cause I got you judged and pegged first.

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      1. Karen in VB, Leeuna, Lisa.NOT THAT Lisa and Amish Annie,
        Thank you for the support. I am a polite smoker. I do not blow smoke up your ass or in your face. I will not smoke in gatherings or places where there are non smokers. I don’t smoke in my own house or in my car.

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    3. Duffylou,
      I don’t smoke, but I did a long time ago (in my twenties when I was thin, oh how i was THIN) and I just wanted to say most of us have had a nasty habit or three once upon a time. And I still have two dear friends who smoke. Who am I to judge? Still love them. And you sound cool, Duffylou 🙂

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  18. I don’t know why but the Vilhelm story cracked me up !! Was the Alex you were seeing Wedding Dress Alex with the blonde hair, creamy skin and she always looks so pretty and beams in pictures and then you demanded all of us to end our comments with you’re so pretty?

    Okay so if the definition we are going with for the line in the sand is you can never feel the same way about those people again…pretty much that is everybody I know IRL save for a couple people. But if I were to narrow it down to the things that chap my hide worse than all others:
    Cheeto supporters
    Anybody who makes or thinks racist statements
    Classist assholes
    Homophobes
    People who think disco is dumb

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    1. At first I was thinking “how can anyone hate Cheetos? They’re delicious!!!” then I realized what you meant. I’ve had 3 cups of coffee today, so I can’t even blame my slow thinking on lack of caffeine.

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        1. Honestly, I can not say his name. I really really can’t and I am being completely 1000% honest. Maybe I should change my comment in this thread to current office holder supporters. I can live with that. I mean it doesn’t have the orange Hi-C punch of….KIDDING!!! KIDDING. Current office holder. Current office holder supporters. See, I can play nice when chided. I want to make clear, I said current office holder supporters and not Republicans cause those two things are different. I don’t think differently of Republicans at all.

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    1. Ohhhh! My ex-asshat used to open his truck door and just scoop all the fast food, Snickers wrappers and empty Diet Coke bottles into the middle of the street. When I would object and chide him, he would get pissed and say that they pay people to pick that shit up. In his mind he was being magnanimous and providing employment for some poor less than. It would set me afire. Reason 6,458,897,245 he is an EX

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  19. I can’t think the same of you if you still support/pay to attend/want you kids to go to Penn State because of Penn State Football. That school rolls in the bucks on football, and that money and prestige was protected over the safety and lives of boys who were victims of Sandusky. When that broke, most of my coworkers and community here in PA were either in the “that didn’t happen” camp or “Joe didn’t know.” Wrong and wrong.

    You people won’t watch NFL football now because people kneel during the anthem? I disagree with that platform but you’re entitled to your freedom to do it, but you’ll pay half you paycheck to go see a game and support a program that made dozens of kids victims and you don’t care about that?

    I just can’t understand it, can’t get past that.

    I have others of course because I’m old and bitchy, like if you’re a Yankees fan, or don’t like animals, or really believe a certain former first lady and later elected official isn’t as corrupt as Satan…

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  20. Some of you guys seem very fighty today. I smoke..in my garage. How does that affect your world? Whatevs, at least we have a mutual abhorrence for Vell.

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    1. Vela Lugosi’s an okay dude, Poontang Willie. Okay, that sentence just cracked me up with the two commenter names. He’s liked here. He’s not everyone’s cup of tea but then neither am I or anyone else for that matter.

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  21. Thanks for the Dylan song. The Stones, Beatles, and Dylan — the music of my college years. It’s interesting that one song like that can take me back fifty years. I’d go back to the U of I tomorrow if I could. But it would have to be 1965-69, definitely not the college of today.
    My list would be like many of the others above. Pride, lack of kindness, and lack of empathy.

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  22. Ima stop being a comment hog today. Got my caffeine in me, now time to concentrate on boring work crap. Smiley face.

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    1. Don’t stop, AA. I’m all settled in here with a nice lap rug and cup of tea. I tried to like your comment up there (and several more) but the platform won’t let me. I even tried to check in.
      I promise you I will never diss disco in your presence.

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  23. My, aren’t we a pack of cranky pantses today? I feel like I’ll be accused of being all high and mighty, but I can’t really think of anything that would lower my opinion of a person enough to kick them off my friend list. I have so few friends, I tolerate just about everything about them, which means I love you all, even though see above re: pants. If a friend has a rabid opinion about something, I just avoid talking to them about that. There’s always plenty of other stuff to talk about. Or maybe I’m just shallow and mellow and all “hey, it’s groovy, whatever.” But that’s not really true because I don’t like Dylan’s voice or work (I find Simon and Garfunkel’s poetry to be much better). I can’t abide Carole King, Joni Mitchell, or Carly Simon and I’m from that era when they were all the thing, but I just wanted to put my fingers in my ears and go lalalalalala.

    Oh, wait, I thought of something. If you are a misogynist, you are dead to me.

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  24. People without a sense of humor. Life’s too short not to laugh!

    Bad drivers, especially tailgaters. Also people who drive rolling landfills.

    My 404 Error aka The Ex embodied all that and more.

    Hope the Ritalin helps with the migraines. My magic cure was dumping the 404 Error.

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  25. What good lists everyone has!
    See, this is like the Rod Stewart Rule. Everyone is entitled to 3 singers/bands that they are allowed to change the channel on even if it isn’t their car. Everyone gets that we all have things we just can’t abide.

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  26. I love Dylan, Simon and Garfunkle, and The Beatles. However, I also like Bruce Springsteen. There’s not really much that puts me off someone. Well, maybe if you don’t like ice cream. I mean, what the heck is wrong with you that you don’t like ice cream!!

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    1. It used to be that I truly did not like icecream. I felt like it was gobs of fat sliding down my throat. Why did people want to swallow up gobs of fat? Then I turned 50 and overnight the sugar monster took over my life. Now I can stand in the ice cream aisle and give you a running critique of every flavor of every brand and usually have 3 kinds in my freezer. I can barely tolerate my younger self. What was wrong with me?

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  27. Anyone who says they can’t stand It’s A Wonderful Life or Casablanca – I’m all “Okay, there’s something really wrong with this person.” On some Facebook page, one gal said that she hated Casablanca because Ilsa was essentially a manipulative bitch who toyed with men and only cared about herself.

    Like I said, something wrong with anyone who could watch that movie and come away with that. And don’t get me started on all the people who say It’s A Wonderful Life is too sappy – it’s SUPPOSED to be sappy. Good movies are wasted on the stupid.

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  28. Wow – tough crowd today! I’m not going to mention my bad habits or my lines in the sand. I think it is a no-win situation for me! Love to all of you!

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  29. People think I’m crazy for hating Willie Nelson and Patsy Cline music. Their songs are just like fingernails on a chalkboard for me. Argh!

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  30. For me, it’s anyone who says “I don’t really like dogs” or “I’m not a dog person” – ummm. Bye now!

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  31. If you litter or are a dick to animals you are not a friend of mine. Also, if you treat people who are waiting on you (in any capacity) with disrespect…see ya!

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  32. People who are cruel, who support Trump and the current administration’s views, people who don’t like animals, people who don’t like reading, and those incredibly irritating, baffling people who casually refuse dessert not because it’s bad for us but simply because they’ve “never liked sweets.” How does someone not like sweetness in their mouth? Those people are not wired correctly.

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  33. I’m IRKED because I’m only just getting to read JOON now, at the end of the day. IRKED. But I have no line in the sand because I am gracious and accepting of all mankind, and did I mention open-minded and loving? PLEASE. My sand has so many lines in it, it’s fucking PLAID.

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  34. Cruelty – especially towards children, animals or the elderly. People who say they never read books. People who are intentionally rude. People who treat service workers poorly. People who tell me, “You think too much.” Or, “You read too much.” Yeah. Mostly just people. And I’m a former smoker and would be more than happy to be friends with current smokers – it doesn’t bother me – and I know how hard it is to quit. I also know the extreme prejudice against the habit. Yeah, it’s a bad habit. So are about eleventy thousand other things people do.

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    1. I like it too! Mom’s blue work smock always smelled like a combo of Pall Mall cigarettes, Juicy Fruit gum and makeup. My most favorite smell ever. She worked the makeup counter at a drugstore store in the 70s as a single mom of five kids. I think I had mentioned it before but mom worked two jobs and we rarely saw her so every morning before school I would open up the closet in the living room and smell her smock. And steal any sticks of gum left in her pocket of course.

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  35. I’ve had a really nice day in my old ‘hood, ignoring the fibro, doing things my body will regret tomorrow so that a four year old won’t think I’m feeble, having his 8 month old Bro vom on my pumpkin dress, so the gourd looks a little queasy, blowing bubbles, being the BEST Daddy Pig that the Peppa Pig universe has ever seen & eating salad with good friends. All on an hour’s sleep, because of insomnia. I’m too content to ruin my mojo thinking of things that bug me. So, peace to all!

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  36. June asks, “What’s your thing, your bottom line, that sort of reduces your opinion of a person irrevocably?”

    Let me change this a little, to the following: What are the things that disqualify someone when you are doing online dating?

    Here are some that come immediately to my mind:

    “I don’t like the Beatles.” (The equivalent, in my view, of someone saying, “I don’t like food or shelter.”)
    “I’m a foodie.”
    Any non-mocking use of the word “artisinal.”
    “I only eat organic, locally grown food.” (Let me be the first to inform you, then: You’re spending way too much money on food.)
    “I never eat vegetables.”
    Any non-ironic use of the word “lover.”
    “I won’t have anything to do with a Republican.”
    “I won’t have anything to do with a Democrat.”
    “I won’t have anything to do with anyone who is against gay marriage.” (Apparently, about 98 percent of the heterosexual men who lived in the US prior to 1985 would have been unsuitable to this person.)
    “Don’t write if you’re a fascist or racist.” (99 percent of the time this person couldn’t define “fascism” if her life depended upon it, and it’s probable that her view of what constitutes racism is too absurd and self-serving to be taken seriously.)
    “The eighties was the best decade for music.” (I’m sorry, but the aesthetic sensibilities of anyone saying this are so obviously stunted and banal that it’s just not even worth the bother.)
    “We need to free all the animals used in medical testing.”
    “I want to be pampered.” (Gross on too many levels to mention.)
    “I’m looking for a soulmate.” (And a unicorn…)
    “I’m a social worker.” (Run away from her! As fast as you can!)
    “I’m an attorney.”
    “My life is all about social justice.” (Trust me, it’s not, or at least shouldn’t be .)
    “I’m an optimistic extrovert who loves to party.” (Admittedly, I’ve only run into this very narrow and specific claim once. I’m not sure what I’d do with someone exhibiting even one of these unfortunate traits.)
    “I don’t understand why would anyone prefer a house built before 1950 to one in my new subdivision.”
    “I have more than two pets.” (A very reliable indicator of emotional instability.)
    “I like every kind of music.” (People who say this actually only rarely like music, at all.)”
    Mentioning the beach more than once in a profile.
    “I live for musical theater.” (Good luck finding a heterosexual partner, lady.)
    “I’m looking for a man to watch the NFL with.” (Sounds great, but we all know you’re lying.)

    And the biggest disqualifier of all: “I’m looking for a dance partner.”

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  37. Whenever someone gets on their snobby soapbox and says television is evil I immediately think they’re lying and knock them down a peg.

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  38. I really don’t think I have any real lines…but don’t think I don’t judge. Of course I do. I can’t say that my line is there for people who don’t like to read, because then I wouldn’t like any of my students. And I love my students. I can’t say anything about any political party or administration because people I love have different political beliefs than I do…some VERY different, but I love them, so how can I write off anyone else who hold their same beliefs? It just seems like at first glance I can totally judge, but once I think about it, I am only judging because I don’t know them. I am very lucky. My students and my workplace is very diverse–VERY. So I get to know MANY different people. Ones whom I have judged in the past, but once I get to know them, I can’t judge anymore. My son likes RAP. I hate it. I love him. So. See, now y’all hate me. But it is just because you don’t KNOW me.

    By the way, June, Bob Dylan is here, in his home state, performing tonight. My husband loves him and wanted to go. I totally would have gone, but he is not my favorite–even though he is brilliant. (I did play your video up there and he sounds GREAT in that compared to a more current recording.) Now, get me tickets to the Rolling Stones, and I am there!

    Lovely post, lovely June!

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  39. Everyone hit the abuse one already but the balance of my sand lines are:
    Friends who are perpetually late for gatherings. Sure, things and traffic happen once in awhile but every time for years would indicate perhaps it’s not the universe’s fault.
    People who say “my kid is smarter than your dog”…er, you really don’t want to go there….
    Deciding that because I don’t share your opinion, I’m wrong and disregarding what I say with the wave of a hand.
    Guess I had more than I thought! Lovely post, pretty June.

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