There's always one

Everyone has that one friend or family member that is "the guy" that makes an arse of himself at every party. He starts out ok then after a few drinks, he loosens up a little and insists on being the life of the party. "Everyone look at me!" At that point he is still ok. He actually becomes the glue that holds the party together and he could also be considered the catalyst that takes the party to the next level. You know, the level that consists of playing games such as beer pong. The music gets turned up a little and laughter can be heard just over the sound of the thump on the stereo.

The laughter is occurring because the catalyst is the funny guy that everyone wants to be around. People on the fringe are just waiting to see what happens next. "Where is the catalyst going to take us next?" Then, with no warning the party reaches the next level. This would be the moment that signifies the beginning of the end of the party. The guy, the catalyst has taken everyone to a new place. He has had a few more drinks. Maybe he has played beer pong or flip cup one too many times. He had a few too many jello shots. He moves from his status of funny and entertaining to dreadful and foolish. He starts saying very un-PC things and he is just a little too vulgar. At the end, it is impossible to make any sense of anything the guy is saying. But that doesn't stop him from talking nonstop like he has an interested audience.

That's when it happens. The first person to be fed up with the guy comes up with a great excuse to leave and then says his or her goodbyes and leaves. That starts a chain reaction which depending on the size of the party takes anywhere from 20 to 50 minutes to complete. The goodbyes. The thank you for comings. The see you soons. The end of the party. Of course the guy, the catalyst is always the last to leave.

Don't misunderstand me. I like the catalyst. I think he (or she) is essential to The Party. Parties are not the same without a catalyst. They aren't memorable. They have no coherence. They also may seem to go on forever with no end in sight.

If I can't say anything good...

My brother recently told me not to be a hater. He's not the first to tell me that. I'm considering taking it to heart. I think when I am being negative my face looks less attractive. I am shallow enough that anything that I do to make my face less attractive should be discontinued immediately. Honestly I am somewhat superficial and I recently took a personality test that says so. But the same test also said that there were no wrong results, so I feel OK about my superficialness. My motto is: It's not just whether you (I) win or loose, it's actually how you (I) look to others while you (I) play the game.

Anyway, I am going to try and suppress the bitchiness (esp. about my home town Cinci) for a minute at least. Instead, let me introduce myself and maybe give the two people that might read this stuff a point of view.

I was born in 19seventy something in Ringgold, GA. Ringgold is a small town about 10 miles south on I75 from Chattanooga, TN. I left when I went to college and except for a 1.5 year break from school, haven't been back (except for the occasional visit with the family). I lived in Gainesville, FL for 4 years after marrying at a young age. I finished school with a BA in Psychology in Gainesville. It took me a total of 8 years going part time to finnish school. From there, I moved to Boston with my husband and two girls. We were there for 5 years. I loved and hated Boston equally when I first arrived. As time passed, I loved it way more than I hated it.

I have now been in Cincinnati for 1.5 years. I hate it way more than I sort of like it (ooops, no more bitchy). I am a property manager for an apartment community in northern KY. I am positive that my bad attitude about this area stems from my experiences at work. One of those recent experiences caused me to start this blog and it's how I came up with the name. I would go into detail but I might get fired. I definitely don't want that.

I love: animals, dancing, music, reading, traveling, sports (Red Sox, Gators), wine (I prefer red at the moment), starburst candy, grilled steak, Thanksgiving, parties and tattoos.

I am: expressive, fast-paced, people-focused, open, direct, animated, intuitive, lively, spontaneous and persuasive.

My weaknesses: impulsive, easily bored, disorganized, confused by facts and figures and lack a sense of logic at times.

Thanks for reading.

Assholesincars

I'm considering chartering a small plane to get me to and from work everyday. I have calculated that I have spent a total of 16.5 hours in the last 5 trips to work sitting in traffic. I don't usually get worked up about it. I am after all this idiot that decided to take a job in Florence when I live in West Chester. I purchased a car with a great sound system and I rock the tunes while I drive...no big deal. The last week however, has been a little over the top.

Tuesday's snow storm last week created mayhem in Northern KY and Cincinnati. What the hell was I thinking waiting until 4:30 to leave my office that day? Five hours and an extremely full bladder later, I arrived home. This morning put me over the edge. I may have even had a small breakdown (mentally).

There was this one asshole in a black pathfinder that kept doing the changing the lanes constantly while cutting people off to get one car ahead thing. He cut me off at least 3 times in a 10 mile stretch. What the hell! I made it my purpose this morning to piss him off as much as I possibly could. Every chance I had to get in front of him and slow down a little forcing him to get over again, I did. It gave me a little pleasure this morning. I realize that I should probably see a doctor and possibly get a prescription for anti-anxiety medication.

Until then I will enjoy my little bit of road rage and try NOT to get shot...

I had a bad day.

I have nothing meaningful to share. As a Cincinnati import, I could go right in to all the things that drive me crazy about this area. I could talk about how awful the snow removal is and how no one knows how to drive in the snow. I could talk about how I heard that mid-westerners are nice. No one told me it was a fake nice...I'll be really nice and helpful and when you walk away I'll be irritated and say nasty things about you.

And then there is the whole identity crisis. Are we Northern? Are we Southern? Are we Mid-western? I suppose its possible that this could be the core issue. There are defined personality traits that go with each of these regions. When you are caught in the middle, what do you do?

There is another thing I could also talk about. The one thing that, if I had my wish, would send me packing back to New England in a heartbeat...
I could talk about that incredible sense of entitlement that most tri-stater's have. I've never experience anything like it. Where does it come from? Why so entitled Cincinnati and Northern KY...especially Northern KY? I seriously need someone to explain the attitude. There must be some secret that I am not yet prithee.