Why You Gotta Be So Mean

(Continuing the ahem, trend, of naming my blogs after songs…)

Don’t hate me for channeling a little bit of Taylor Swift.

She is America’s Sweetheart for a reason and…ok, I kind of like her. Now shush.

make fun if you must...

It’s one of those days.

The kind where I don’t do anything right.

Probably because I haven’t been sleeping much, and worked several 12-hour shifts in a row, but my brain just wouldn’t engage. And, maybe kind of understandably (and slightly unneccessarily) I got yelled at, scolded, and talked down to like I was a four-year-old.

(Now I’m watching The Office and trying to block everything out. Probably not the best coping mechanism, but pshaw).

Since one of the Assistants to the Activities Director at the nursing home (yes, one of the Assistants…why, I’m not sure, considering the volume of activities doesn’t seem worth one Assistant and sometimes not even a Director, although the Salvation Army does come often to sing hymns in their military look-alike uniforms) is obsessed with Taylor Swift’s “Mean” and had it on repeat, I was thinking about it all day.

Plus I kept getting yelled at.

On the subject of mean, my sister is a nanny this summer to our neighbors, and her adorable little charges happen to have these ridiculously bratty friends.

I’m talking Spawns of the Devil here…a common occurrence in our neighborhood, now that I think about it.

(On a side note, I can’t wait to get out of the ‘burbs and never, ever return. Although I’m not sure Bozeman counts as a ‘burb…but all the houses are the same in our neighborhood, so close enough).

The older girl, Olivia, has muscular dystrophy, and when I saw her little friend imitating the way she walks I really almost hit her.

Kids are SO. MEAN.

Why are people so mean? What makes a sweet little girl want to make fun of her obviously weaker friend? I know that mean actually makes me sound like I’m four with it’s sheer sophistication, but sometimes, basic is okay.

I could use my anthropological background to theorize about the necessity for this kind of thing…but sometimes people are just rude.

So the moral of this story is:  let’s all just be a little nicer. Partly because it’s better for your health (mentally and physically) and also because I truly believe that karma can be a b*tch.

Not that I wish the Spawn a sad little life (I don’t want to sing “you’re a liar, and pathetic, and alone in life,” because even though I enjoy the song, I will feel four if I start that).

I just hope that the next time she imitates, she trips a little.

:).

Happy Monday!

If Wishes Were Horses…

I’d have a rodeo (or a lot of dog food, as one of my friends helpfully pointed out).

But, first things first, I officially have a job (!!) although it’s only temporary, somewhat miserable, slightly humiliating, and a little depressing. I’m a dietary aide at a local nursing home (thanks to my mother, who’s been an RN and administrator there for 20 years–nepotism really does seem to make the world go round, even for a job like this) but at least it’s a source of income, and hey, gives me something to write about, for all you l-u-c-k-y readers of mine.

NOW back to the important news of the week: The Royal Wedding!

I was obsessed with the royal wedding coverage, obsessed with the story, dismissing all critics and “who cares?” or “she’s just a social social-climber” or any of that such nonsense (I’m clearly neutral on this matter).

I loved every moment of it (except for the excessive formality, but it is a royal wedding in Britain, after all) and teared up every five seconds. I obsessively searched for tidbits of news on the internet, as well as the latest photos. I watched my favorite bits several times throughout the day (it was on all day where I work, in my partial defense) and discussed it at length with anyone willing.

Perhaps this makes me a bit of a romantic fool (okay, I admit it, there’s no “a bit” in that sentence–my boyfriend claims I’m romantic due to the fact that I was raised on Disney movies, and my sister did say the royal wedding was like a “Disney movie come to life”) but part of the reason I loved it was the sheer happiness of the occasion.

In a year of devastating catastrophes, like tsunamis and tornadoes, civil wars and violent protests, and a lifetime (for all of us) often filled with heartbreak, loss, terrible miseries and the occasional harsh realities, a giant event that inspires the world to unite, and has even the generally scandal-hungry media raving about the love and beauty, well that is an event that I am going to watch.

Even though it did mean I had to wake up at 4 a.m., but hey, I had to get up at 4:30 for work, anyway, so what’s an extra half an hour? (Yes, I now work that early occasionally, and in the past 3 days I’ve worked 30 hours. A rude awakening indeed!)

I now work at a nursing home, giving me a glimpse into the way many of our lives may actually end up. There are many sweet, fairly lucid residents, but also many who can’t feed themselves much less walk. One particular case breaks my heart: every day at lunch, a resident is joined by her husband. He can still get around by himself, but could no longer take care of her on this own. But, every day without fail, he comes in to help feed her, and interact with the other residents. It’s sad, sweet, and humbling.

So, a wedding like this is just what I, and I suspect the other 2 billion watchers (and pretty much everybody else, if you ask me) needed. A reminder that life, no matter how short, no matter where you end up, is full of wonderful, fun, beautiful, happy things as well.

Sure, maybe while I was asking (yelling–it is a nursing home) if the residents in the dining room wanted cranberry or grape, dessert or fruit, I made several wishes that I was the woman, on the flat screen behind me, about to become a duchess, glowing through her fancy veil at the world, marrying her handsome prince. However, I also take hope in the fact that at 23, my life is, hopefully, just hittin’ it’s stride. After all, this said duchess is 29! A lot can happen in six (okay, five-and-a-half…I guess the lying about my age has officially begun) years!

Not that I’m in any rush: my weekend plans are super exciting. They involve sleep, leftover Easter candy, and my Neti pot. (Yes, the week I get a job is also the week I get a nasty cold, even though I haven’t been sick for a day since my search for a job started…go figure).

For now, here’s to happy endings, beginnings, and everything in between!

Eureka!

I have an exciting announcement, loyal blog readers! I realized upon “cleaning” out my hard drive that I have quite the accumulation of lists. As the world clearly is dying to be privy to the lists of one Amy McMahon from Montana, I decided to do a weekly post featuring my TOP TEN: they’ll be both themed and random. Look for them every weekend! Also, if you have any ideas, feel free to send ’em my way!

Now, without further ado, I present to you this week’s TOP TEN:

The List Of EUREKAS! I’ve Found During The Lifestyle Change, The Long Days, My Obsession With Recipes and Travel Sites, Walking My Dogs, and Other Daily Activities, At Least In Recent Memory:

1. Greek yogurt: 14 grams of protein. Mmmm, especially with fruit-on-the-bottom!

2. Netflix Instant Queue: I’m a little behind on this, but I am addicted and have been watching ridiculous made-for-TV movies from my childhood I never thought I’d see again (Sabrina the Teenage Witch, anyone?). Hey, makes the cleaning seem less bothersome at least!

3. Whole grain pasta. I loooooooooove pasta but unfortunately, I always feel slightly guilty for eating so many carbs that aren’t packed with nutrients (thanks for that one, Mom) but HALLELUJAH for these babies.

4. Peanut Butter Fingers. Another health and fitness blog…great energy and ideas!

5. Mod Cloth. Not that I can afford any of these adorable dresses, but there’s usually no harm in looking…except for the times when I find one that’s almost out of stock and perfectly flattering for my curvaceous form. You can’t say no to that kind of perfection, my friend.

6. Idealist. Check it out if you’re looking for a job in the nonprofit sector!

7. Raclette.  This awesome, traditional Swiss dish that my friend recently introduced me to. The original recipe involved melting the cheese on rocks, but we used a modern Raclette grill, with little slots to melt the cheese, and a grill on top for the sausage!

8. Moleskin. Just like Hemingway. Except I finally found a not-too-expensive one that’s the perfect size with calendar space AND list space. Aha! (The bright spot to the demise of the local Borders: sales!).

9. Spring skiing. Mostly because there are $25 dollar days where you don’t freeze your butt off, you get some fresh tracks (albeit in, well, April snow) and there’s nobody on the mountain!

10. Dark chocolate Cadbury eggs: One of my favorite things about Easter–now in a slightly-healthier flavor! (Had to throw this one in honor of said upcoming holiday).

(If you hadn’t guessed, I still remain unemployed, except as a drudge for my dear mother).