Comments on: Serenity Now!

By: Journalista

Journalista — Thu, 05 Feb 2009 09:28:35 +0000

My husband’s and my favorite Seinfeld quote! We say it quite often in our house when his ex-wife get feisty…LOL…

By: David

David — Thu, 22 Jan 2009 17:04:01 +0000

P.S. I love Frank and Estelle Costanza. Estelle is my mom and Frank is my alter ego.

By: David

David — Thu, 22 Jan 2009 17:02:33 +0000

Cheryl–

Yet another reason why I’m an Anglophile! Yes, the pedestrian traffic in NYC has the same attitude about it– I love it. Our family left NY when I was 10, and most of my older childhood was spent in semi-rural areas of Long Island, but somehow the gene must have preserved itself in the alabaster of my nature. People want their food faster, their Internet, their dry cleaning, their shipping services… why do they dawdle themselves?? What kind of cruel parents taught them that shuffling in the grocery aisle,
stopping in the middle of a crowded walkway, or turning into a parking lot or side street with all the liveliness of docking a battleship, was favorable behavior?

By: cheryl

cheryl — Thu, 22 Jan 2009 16:41:51 +0000

P.S. Oh, and thanks for the Mr. Constanza visual.

By: cheryl

cheryl — Thu, 22 Jan 2009 16:40:55 +0000

David-
I just got back from a week in London, and I tell you –You Belong in London! I have never, in my life, seen so many people hell-bent on getting somewhere FAST. Of course, I’ve never been to NYC, so it could be like that there, too, but honestly? It was insane! People literally RUNNING everywhere in their suits and heels; the mothers with their children dashing here and there –everybody was in such a rush to get somewhere. Escalators? Makes us go faster! Yes! Run up the escalators!

I was just glad I knew where to walk to get out of their way, and wondered what life would be like having to always be running to get places.

Of course, when it comes to driving –I’m with you. I passed a woman going 20 in a 25 yesterday (it was on my long street) because I couldn’t stand it anymore…

By: Karron

Karron — Wed, 21 Jan 2009 04:49:45 +0000

I hear that David. But since I am the brand spanking new Gospel Doctrine teacher, I don’t get out of the chapel until Relief Society so I get to miss most of that. And I am the first one out the door when church is over and in my car before most of the ward gets out of the rooms they are in. I don’t linger, and I don’t chat, I want to get home, eat lunch, and have a nap since our ward starts at nine in the morning.

Like that term, middle earth folks. Gonna steal that if you don’t mind.

By: David

David — Wed, 21 Jan 2009 00:09:44 +0000

Karron,

Great point with the Middle-Earth folks. For me, the worst transgressors are in the ward. You’re trying to make your way to the chapel exit after sacrament meeting, and there they stand: “Omigosh! It’s so good to see you!! How’s Sally?” I feel like I need a machete just to get to Sunday School.

Diana,

Yeah, poor Roberts. It’s like giving the St. Crispin’s Day speech and your fly’s open.

By: Diana

Diana — Tue, 20 Jan 2009 23:49:18 +0000

Thanks for the laugh. It’s all so true. I needed the humor today. Although, I laughed out loud and for, like, ten minutes straight when Chief Justice John Roberts botched the presidential oath. Dude, how hard is it? Classic moment.

By: Karron

Karron — Sat, 17 Jan 2009 06:06:04 +0000

Having had the experience of walking and driving all over the world, I am here to say that slowpokes are around in epidemic proportions! The other side of the coin, so to speak, is the guy that just loves to tailgate, even when I am already going over the speed limit and there is a vehicle in front of me that is bigger, and not going any faster.

One of my peeves are what we call ‘stand in the middle’ people. You know the type, they stop right smack in the middle of the aisle, street, sidewalk, or hallway and have a chat over nonsense while you are waiting to get around them. But no matter which way you go, they move with you. Look, chat all you want, but get to one side or another and let people get around you!

I go slow, I usually have a cane, or on bad days, a walker, and I don’t have a lot of choice about going fast. (bum leg, bad hips) So I am very aware of being in the way and do my best to stay as far to the side as possible. But even with my snail pace, there is always someone who stops suddenly and I nearly trip over them trying avoid them.

Life is filled with frustration. . . it is hard to learn to go from type A personality to type B without making yourself crazy. But, I have managed.

By: xoxoxoxo

xoxoxoxo — Sat, 17 Jan 2009 03:59:45 +0000

As a “fast lane” wife married to a “slow lane” husband, I can assure you that you do indeed make her crazy. It’s a given.

BUT, I’m also sure that there are times she wishes she was like you, taker of time to smell the roses, appreciator of the sunset and all that. Most of the time my mind is thinking “I’ll have to hurry if I want to get those &^^%%$# roses trimmed before sundown…..”…