Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Hmmm...TACKY!

One of you suggested I write a post or two based on words from my blog header. So here ya go. Just to refresh everyone's memories...here is the definition of one of my all-time favorite words:


tack·y

2   [tak-ee] 
adjective, tack·i·er, tack·i·est.
1.
not tasteful or fashionable; dowdy.
2.
shabby in appearance; shoddy: a tacky, jerry-built housingdevelopment.
3.
crass; cheaply vulgar; tasteless; crude.
4.
gaudy; flashy; showy.


I used to work with this girl...let's call her Brandi...since that was her name. She was kind of a cynical person, and she talked a lot of schmack.  She also cursed regularly...but somehow when she did, it sounded kind of funny. Often when people did or said things to her she would respond by shaking her head and saying, "hmmm...TACKY." I can't do it justice in writing...you just had to hear the way she said it, but it was super funny. She said it to our bosses, most of our coworkers, me--pretty much no one was exempt from having their actions labeled, "TACKY" by Brandi. I picked up the habit from her, and pretty soon I was calling everyone and everything "tacky" too.

Over Thanksgiving we were with family. You know you can't get 20 people together for 5 days without someone doing or saying something that just grates on your last nerve. I haven't wanted to tell someone they were tacky for SO long until just the other day. But of course I would never do that...it would have caused a lot of drama. So I just kept my mouth shut...for the most part. So just in case anyone actually ever reads this blog, I'm not gonna spell it all out here, but I will give a short list of things I have recently considered to be, well, TACKY!

Tacky: Making excuses for everything. Have you ever found yourself telling someone you couldn't or didn't do something and then following it up with a long list of excuses? Or, have you found yourself listening to someone else's 2 million reasons why they can't do/buy/eat/wear something? As if people actually care WHY you are lame. And the most irritating part of this is that none of the excuses is actually the real reason for the refusal to do said thing. I am kind-of a champ at excuse-making and it drives me insane. And when I know someone is just giving me an excuse (I'm thinking of a certain relative) I just want to smack them. For Pete's sake, if you need to justify yourself, just don't do it out loud!

Tackier: Reveling in someone else's misfortune. This one just kills me. Let's say you find out one of your friends did something super embarrassing. They try to mitigate the fallout, but alas, everyone finds out about it anyway...mostly because you can't keep your trap shut. It's the "Oh, my gosh! You are never going to believe what so-and-so did...I feel so awful for her! Can you believe she did that? How embarrassing!" The worst part about this tacky move is that you are pretending to feel bad for your friend...but meanwhile you can't help but tell everyone within a 50-mile radius all about her unfortunate blunder--and you seem to enjoy the telling a little too much. Why do we like to talk about other people's misfortune so much? Holy crap, just keep your mouth shut!

Tackiest: Talking schmack about the people that drive you insane! I have always been a schmack talker. If someone does something that irritates me, I find it virtually impossible not to talk about it to another person. I admit it...this is one of my least favorite character flaws. Sometimes I wish I could think of tactful ways to tell the people that aggravate me that what they are doing is super annoying. Or better yet, I wish I would just NOT BE ANNOYED. I seriously need to get some more love for people, you know? Maybe then I wouldn't be so bothered by by what they do and say. But in the mean time, I can't seem to ever stop talking schmack. For the love, I just need to cork it!

So if no one has figured it out, I do the above 3 tacky things on a regular basis, but usually it takes seeing someone else do it for me to remember how much I really don't want to keep these behaviors up. So, please, the next time I start to make excuses, or talk a little schmack, just remind me that the cool girl isn't tacky!

Saturday, November 19, 2011

Totally Confused...

...by everyone's obsession with "Twilight". Tonight we decided to have a little girls night. Michelle and Andrea and I went to see the new Twilight movie. (Against my better judgement). So we went to the theater. We got tickets. We stood in line for popcorn...the teenyboppers next to us in line had "Team Jacob" or "Team Edward" written on their hands and arms. Seriously, there are teams for this? Amazing. The movie itself was...interesting. I was going back and forth between laughing and rolling my eyes. I never read all the books, so I pretty much had no idea what was really going on. And a few of parts were just gross (so I covered my eyes). I just can't take that stuff seriously. But it was fun to have a night out. Michelle wants me to start a countdown for when the second part of the movie is coming out, but I definitely won't be holding my breath...I've had enough Twilight to last me the rest of my life. On a more exciting note, we did hit Old Navy again on the way to the show and got some cute silver flip flops (for 75 cents) to match Madi's little dress! Yes friends, yes.

Friday, November 18, 2011

Clean-up on Aisle 6

Shopping is awesome sometimes. Tonight...it was me and Andrea...off to Joann to find fabric for her quilt. We found almost everything we were looking for in about 10 minutes. Amazing. Then we found some sweet wood Christmas ornaments that were exactly what I was looking for...24 of them. Andrea found some mini muffin papers that she needed...there was just scoring all around. Then we decided to stop at Old Navy. This is where the clean-up really happened. Madi's cousins both got cute gray dresses for the upcoming family picture, so when I told the Madster she got to wear pants and a shirt for the picture, she was not pleased. Not at all pleased. She wanted to wear a pretty dress like the other girls. So that's what I was looking for at Old Navy. And can I just tell you that usually if I am looking for something specific, I never find it. Or I find it and it is in the wrong size? Not tonight. So here's what I found: Grey SUPER cute dress for Madi, check. Equally cute white and grey shirt for Audri, check. Perfect blue shirt for Madi for our other family picture, check. Darling white headband for Audri, check. White flip flops for Madi, check. Sweet grey yoga pants for me that fit perfectly and make me look awesome, check. All of this stuff on clearance, check! Coupon for $30 off a $60 purchase provided by Andrea, CHECK!!! Grand total for all this stuff: 36 and some change! I love a successful shopping trip! Now go blow some cash on stuff you don't really need (but get a good deal so you can feel justified)! I give you permission! ;)

Friday, November 11, 2011

I forgot I had a blog.

Getting older is an interesting thing. Sometimes (ok, everytime) when I talk to grandma, she tells me she is getting old and forgetful. And then she proceeds to tell me all about whatever the thing was that she had forgotten that day. I always tell her not to worry, I am only 31 and I forget stuff all the time. Usually it is not anything serious (like where I live or what my kids names are), but it is still irritating. I forgot about my favorite blog for a whole week. Just forgot it even existed...and I forgot about this blog. It's not like I wasn't on the computer (all day, every day...Arizona is kinda boring), I was. Just didn't remember that there were a few awesome time wasters that I was neglecting. So in honor of my memory loss, enjoy an old joke (that dad has told several times) that is very fitting.

Two old men were playing cards one night as they had done for years. Max, the older one, had been having trouble remembering what cards were what and usually needed help from his wife. 

At the end of the card game, Ed said to Max, "You did fine tonight, you didn't need any help at all! What's your secret?"

Max replied, "Ever since my wife sent me to that memory school, I haven't had any problems at all!"

"Must be a great school, what's it called?"

Max thought for a minute, "uh...it's a flower...red and pretty...with thorns..."

"A rose!" Ed guessed.

"Right... Rose, what's the name of that school?"