HyperbAllea

A few days ago I was all set to sit down and write a rant about how parents don’t freakin’ control their kids when my internet connection died for the fifth time this week. If things don’t improve soon, I’m gonna call Time Warner and give someone an ear full. The last time I had trouble with my internet connection, Time Warner swore up and down that there was no outage in my area (when there obviously was, because my internet connection returned within a matter of hours with absolutely no help from them). But back to the original rant…

I realize and fully acknowledge that, not being a parent myself, I probably have no right to criticize other people’s parenting. That being said…I cannot stand when parents repeatedly threaten their screaming kids with punishment, but never follow through. I hate when parents try to reason and reach a compromise with their tantrum-throwing three-year-old. Don’t they realize they are creating the behavior? If you never follow through with punishment, the child will walk all over you. Why do so many parents seem to be scared that punishing their children will make them hate them? Why do so many parents want to be their kids friends instead of their authorities? It’s bad! Stand up! Be the boss! You’re an adult and they’re a kid. DO NOT let those roles be switched. Why is this so hard for people to understand?

And apparently no one is taught manners anymore. As I was walking out of the Apple store last week with my sister, three teenage boys approached the store to enter. Now I was raised in the South and am used to certain procedures for such situations, so I was absolutely appalled when the boys attempted to push their way in the door at the same moment we were exiting. First of all, everyone knows that when entering through a double door you are supposed to use the door on the right…pedestrian rules=traffic rules. Rachel and I were following that rule…boys were not. Second, if a man approaches a door at the same time as a woman, he is supposed to hold the door for her out of respect. I was so taken aback by these boys that we almost had a manners lecture right there in the doorway of the Apple store, but it took me a minute to recover, so the boys were spared. But be warned…the next person who does something so obviously rude and thoughtless in my presence might just get a lecture.

Ah.  I’ve been wanting to get that off my chest for a few days.  Good job, internet connection.

I’ve been wanting to post something for the past week or so, but haven’t been able to think of a thing to write.  I’m so impatiently waiting for my week at the beach, that everything else seems to be boring and unimportant.

So I guess this is an obligatory “I’m still alive, but have nothing to write” post.

And there you have it.

Good: I got a replacement foot control for my sewing machine so I can actually use it now. I’m mostly done with my first sewing project.

Bad: I woke up Sunday morning with a cold and am currently miserable.

Good: I lost five pounds.

Bad: I haven’t done a thing on my piano tuning this week. I really want to get the course done this summer.

Good: I should have better than 40 piano students come the fall. Forty students was my original goal, and that means I will be fairly financially secure.

I don’t think I have another bad thing. Maybe I just think I should because I feel so crappy this week. Hey…did this remind anyone else of “Good Idea, Bad Idea” on the Animaniacs? Yeah…

Thomas and I are leaving for Charlotte in just a few hours. The plans are to hang out with my grandparents tonight (and maybe get a little swimming in). Then tomorrow morning I’m picking up my sister, Amber, which I’m super excited about since I haven’t seen her since Christmas. Tomorrow afternoon it’s a birthday party/kind of family reunion with my dad. Then Sunday we’ll go to church with my grandparents, and a stop by Thomas’ mom’s house on the way home for a birthday visit with his sister. A very full weekend (and not exactly what I had originally envisioned for a weekend off), but I’m looking forward to visiting with everyone down there.

Back Monday.

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I think my wireless card somehow picks up a Spanish language radio station from time to time.  It’s kind of creepy when you’re in the room alone and the volume’s turned all the way down on your computer, but you start hearing talking .  Tonight it was loud enough I could tell it was Spanish.  But who’s ever heard of this happening??  Seriously.

All I want to do is learn to sew.  Yes, I somehow misplaced my power cord/foot control, but is that any reason I should be punished?  Am I the first person in the world to do that?  Apparently so, because no one seems to be able to tell me how to get a replacement…with the exception of the one website I found where I can order it for $50.  $50 for a power cord seems a little steep to me, but if I can’t find it anywhere else, I suppose I will have to suck it up and pay.  It’s just kind of annoying though.  I just want to be able to use my sewing machine.  Is that too much to ask?

Happy Independence Day, everyone!

…and what do you think of my new theme?