Thursday, April 9, 2009

What makes me tick....

Someone once asked me what makes me tick. I get easily irritated by many things... Usually I can keep my temper in check... But there are a few things that really irritate me, and one that just leaves me unhinged...

The definition of entitled is to give a person a title, right, or claim to something: His executive position entitled him to certain courtesies rarely accorded others. Entitled: to be privileged, honored, privy to, indulged.

Too many people have this asinine sense of entitlement. They think that they have a right to certain privileges, items and opportunities that the general population isn't typically allowed- at the expense of those around them.

Two incidents have sparked this current rant of mine.

The first are certain patients at work. Specifically, a few Medi-Cal patients. I am not irritated with all Medi-Cal patients in general. I am very thankful that those programs exist for people who NEED it. They give medical care to people who have lost their job, single parents who can't quite make ends meet, foster children, just to name a few groups of people this tax-payer, government funded program aids... I AM highly irritated by the people on this program that feel they are entitled to things that are above and beyond "typical" coverage.

A short synopsis of where I work, to better understand... I work in an optometry office in a retirement area. There are smaller communities nearby with younger families, as well. We have patients of all income levels, all walks of life. Because of government overspending and budget problems, providers that take the program, who only get paid a very small percentage of their usual fees to start with, are now having to accept another decrease in their payments. No problems so far- we don't have issues seeing these patients- who for the most part, are thankful they have any coverage at all. BUT... We have patients come into our office annoyed and angry that Medi-Cal doesn't cover designer frames and upgraded eyeglass lenses. The Medi-Cal program covers the bare minimum. You have to have a certain strength of prescription before they will even consider covering the glasses; the coverage is every two years; they only cover certain frames; they cover basic lenses- no tints, no coatings, no specialty lenses; and they take awhile to come back to us- glasses for Medi-Cal patients are made by the California State Prisons system- and our county specifically by Valley State Prison for Women- Chowchilla. Yes- prisoners make the glasses- and they actually do a pretty good job. They do take awhile to be made though, because of all the security it has to go through- typical turn-around time- three weeks. And heaven forbid if their is a security problem- i.e. LOCKDOWN, at the prison- because it takes even longer. Anyways- I digress... We have certain patients who are on the Medi-Cal program, that do nothing but complain about everything. It just annoys me that these people have the nerve to complain about things that are FREE to them. That they feel entitled to those things that most people have to work their butts off to pay for! UGH!

The second part of the rant- includes people who feel they are entitled to certain privileges COMBINED with inhumane treatment of other people- specifically family members. There are very few things that I believe people are entitled, or have rights to... The basic principles this country is founded upon, is about it.

"We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness."
I believe nobody is ENTITLED to anything more than that. If you want more- you need to work hard and earn it yourself. Nothing is handed to you on a silver platter- nor a golden one either. If you want an elevated status amongst your peers- you must earn it. If you want nicer things in life, you need to work hard, make some money and earn it.

The level by with which you are treated needs to earned as well. In my eyes, each person is automatically given a level of respect when I first meet them. The way they handle themselves and relate to me from there on out- dictates the amount of trust, and respect I have for them. And most people are the same way. You are granted a neutral stance, and you can either go up or down from there. Trust must be earned, and can be quickly lost. Even family members fall into this category. You treat another family member poorly- you don't DESERVE, and are not entitled to be treated fairly. Civily- yes, in most cases. But in no way, shape or form are you entitled to treatment similar to someone who treats you well- whether your title is mom or dad, or the person you see daily at the post office.

While I am on this current rant- a mention that no family member is entitled to any form of gift, be it monetary, time, or items. And I am not meaning gifts in general- although that is part of it- I am meaning above and beyond the normal. Someone has some extra cash- you are not entitled to it. Someone has an extra ticket to a game- you are not entitled to it. Someone has an extra plane ticket- guess what- you aren't entitled to it. You are not entitled to such things from a parent. You are not entitled to such things from a sibling. You are not entitled to such things from a spouse. And especially not from a child- no matter what age that child may be.

Am done whining and complaining about people's false sense of entitlement. It does no good- and as much as one can try- people with attitudes like this cannot be changed... They can be ignored though... So, guess what, all you people in my life that have an outrageously false sense of entitlement- I am ignoring you.
Childish- most definitely- But- oh well- I am entitled to it (wink)...

Monday, March 9, 2009

What...?

What do you do when a friend is hurting...? When their whole life seems to be falling apart and you don't have all or any of the details...? No answers to who... Where... What... How... When... or why... You have no idea how to proceed, how to advise... They are too far away to just take them in your arms and hold them close and hope some simple kindness and the touch of another person- a friend, someone with their best interests at heart- will ease some of their angst... Stress eats at their soul... Odd behavior from friends devours their heart and last shreds of sanity... What do you do? Poetic words have no effect. Brutal honesty does nothing. Reassurance and logical advice- hardly make a scratch in their spiraling world... Nothing makes sense... Any logical answers don't fit into place. Everything is inside out and backwards... Nothing makes sense...
It is their role to find their own way in life... To find their destiny... But a friendly person to walk beside and keep you company- should never be turned away... How can you be that friendly person- and walk that tightrope- that fine line- alongside the person- all whilst blindfolded? Scared to death to lean too far one way or the other- as you might fall- causing that friend of yours to topple from their rope... Terrified to cause them anymore pain and suffering...
What, oh what, do you do...?

Saturday, March 7, 2009

Please Please BLOG!

I was told I need to BLOG...
Haven't a clue what to blog about- so need some suggestions...
Please...

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Untitled


Tears trickle down my sad, sad face...
Sweet memories, I can't erase...
Feeling lost, and all alone...
Thinking about, how much my girls have grown...
A loss, a hurt no time can mend...
No advice, can you send...
You went and left me without an ear...
No way for you to listen, to ease my fear...
I promise, I won't continue to be sad...
It's just that, right now, I need my dad...

Friday, December 12, 2008

Another Topic Answered...

Holiday Desserts...



Mmmmmmmmmmmm.....



I won't even try to deny it... I have a sweet tooth. And the holidays are my downfall... Well, Christmas to be exact. I can easily get through Valentine's Day with chocolate flowing all about... Easter~ the tiny little plastic eggs filled with sweet treats~ no problem... Halloween~ a little harder to get through~ merely because of all the varieties of sweet candies available~ but I can manage to pull out what little will power I have to resist... Thanksgiving~ a little indulgence in a slice of pie~ but not that much of a temptation...



Christmas rolls around~ and any will power I may claim to possess, disappears... Cookies... Christmas cookies... Specifically the Grandmas' cookies~ my Grandmas (plural)... It wouldn't be so bad if it was just the one Grandma that was the sensational baker~ but there are two...

And one of them lives in the same house...



(ALARM BELLS SOUNDING)

My dad's mom, my "regular" Grandma, comes down to visit at Christmas time. And with her comes homemade fudge~ still hanging onto a bit of the sugar grains, to make the fudge not quite melt in your hand- but definitely melt in your mouth... The moment it hits your tongue- the sweet granular chocolate melts, and bliss! Oh- and it doesn't end there... Chocolate chip cookies~ of course, laden full of chocolate chips and tons of nuts... Sinfully sweet... And my favorite~ the sugar cookies... Perfectly made... The cookie itself isn't super sweet, just enough to distinguish it from a bland dough... And so soft~ the way sugar cookies should be made... But the frosting~ in fun, bright and often festive colors~ sweet and perfect... I remember making these cookies on special occasions as a little girl... Mixing the ingredients... Rolling the dough out thin enough so that you didn't end up with a super thick cookie... Stamping out fun shapes~ whichever the season warranted~ and Grandma had shapes for all the different seasons. Christmas tress, stars, snowmen, hearts, eggs, bunnies~ you name it~ she had it... Watching through the oven door as they baked... Waiting as patiently as possible as they cooled enough to be able to frost them... Spoons, knives, forks, piping bags~ they were all tools used to put icing on the cookies... Followed by any type of candy that could be imagined. Sprinkles of all colors, shapes and sizes... Red hots, licorice, chocolate pieces, nuts, coconut... You name it it could go on the cookie... And these treasures~ that I remember so fondly from my childhood appear every Christmas in my Grandma's hands as she comes through the door...


My other Grandma who bakes is my step-mom's mom~ Grandma Maggie... This is the one who lives in the same house. And while I don't have the fond memories of having baked with her as a child~ the cookies are still a wonderful treat... All sorts of German cookies... Oh my goodness... Jelly rolls, walnut cookies, "snails" (a walnut cookie with a poppy seed type filling dusted in powdered sugar), spice cookies, pound cakes with cherries and brandy, chocolate chip oatmeal, fruit cake, window jam cookies... The list goes on and on... Sweet confections to tempt me~ and make me crumble to my knees as I give in... It wouldn't be so bad normally... But come the first part of December~ the house begins to smell~ the sounds of the older machines begin... Cookies are being crafted~ as only a true master of one's art could create... Thankfully~ as of now, the supply of cookies I am allowed to nibble on has dwindled to nought... And I refuse to open the tin containers they are kept in~ because even though I have been given free leave to open them, as soon as I do my favorites, the "snails" will quickly cease to exist... And I would hate to be the reason nobody else gets to taste these delectable treats (because the copious amounts made are given to family members all around southern California~ although I don't think they quite treasure them as much as I do)...

I do hope though~ that one day the masters will pass along their secrets~ so that the sinfully sweet treats that I so treasure won't be lost forever...