Author:bluelollipoproad

YOUR CIGARETTE BUTT IS EFFIN LITTER TOO YOU UNCONSCIOUS AND RUDE MORON!!!

Jesus pete. I mean, it’s not enough that you throw your random trash on the sidewalk in front of me every single morning I run through our neighborhood by 7 o’clock in the morning while the city’s Clean and Safe program employees sweep it up in front of you. Nope. You keep going, finish your nasty cigarette and throw that in the pile too. 

No respect. You suck.

I don’t think there’s much positive use in going on ranting hateful tangents but I have to this morning. It really ticks me off when people throw cigarette butts on the ground. DOES THIS NOT JUSTIFY A TICKET THE SAME AS THROWING A PIECE OF PAPER OR A BOTTLE, ETC. OUT THE WINDOW?! Come on!

Here are some stats and info. that are staggering and gross. 

I just don’t understand why it’s socially acceptable to watch people throw a butt on the ground. We keep our mouths shut when we see that, but when we see a McDonald’s bag being tossed, we all want to shake a fist and yell at someone. What gives?

We have ONE Earth. It’s a shame so many people just have absolute zero respect for it. 

I think the litterers should be punished by having to live in a dumpster, in the summer when it’s 99 degrees and humid. Perhaps while they’re barfing their brains out they might get a taste of how repulsed we non-litterers feel when we have to kick the butts and other trash out of the way on the mornings we’re up early and out running making our best attempts to live healthy and responsible lives.

Argh…

Last night as Jake chose Vienna, my friend and I sat in horror stunned at his choice like the other 9 billion woman around America drinking wine and eating cheese at their own season finale shindigs. It’s been so fun this season being a girly girl. Conversations have included the “Ugh! I think so too! Why did Ali leave?!” at various social outings and “GROSS! Why is he giving her a rose?!” texts back and forth with girlfriends those few times we were on our respective couches watching alone. After being a “guys girl” my whole life, I often forget how important having friendships and bonding time with other women is. Every so often participating in those completely absurd girly events/hobbies such as watching a TV show like this is an absolute blast and key to keeping us women sane.

Ahhh…the fun and indulgence of reality TV.

Conclusion? Having chick-fests is good times, Ali– we think you were the most adorable by far, we are so stoked you are the next Bachelorette, I am ruined because I am now addicted. Finally- Jake, ABC and whomever else this might apply to; We will never believe you can legitimately be in love with 3+ women at the same time (I mean get real.) We’re on to the non-reality. That’s Ok though, we love it just the same and we’ll keep watching anyway. 

HOLY CRAP! 

Is this what I have been missing out on? Making me happy for ME? Literally stopping, scratching my head and yes- even most of the time saying out loud to myself; “What do I want to do for me right now?” 

It’s the freaking BEST! This whole taking care of me thing. Now when I go to work, social events, etc. I am super fun, really smart and totally awesome because I am actually happy with myself, my life and just feel plain good. 

Um, I can’t necessarily say I’m embarrassed that I just caught onto this sweet thing called true happiness and peace within yourself, but man do I feel like a doofus! I now feel like I have found the holy freaking grail. Incredible. I would have started this process years ago if I had smartened up before. I’ve heard the world taunting me “come and get it Diane!” for all my adult years, I guess I wasn’t ready to have/get it/do it/feel it until now.

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU for every last person and thing that smacked me, dumped me, reminded me and forced me to look in the mirror.

I am finally free! Yipee, yippee, yippee!

I highly recommend the disappearing act or running fast and furious away from anything and everything that is familiar and easy to you. Basically the recipe for success is picking what you think would be your personal ultimate in holy hell/solitary confinement/so not fun thing or place and doing that/going there. Then go for that ultimate hell 110% until you think you are about to throw yourself in the ocean because you just cannot take it anymore. At that point, the bottom of the barrel comes, you become hysterical in whatever that means to you personally and pretty much when you think the world could quite possible end right there, something unexplainable happens and things just make sense all the sudden. See, I am convinced that unless you participate in most to all of the above, it’s nearly impossible to really see what you are made of. When you do though, it’s friggin awesome. You feel like you can actually do all those things you ever dreamed of. You become this strong, fearless and mature grown-up.

It is all so so possible, you just have to bust you ass to get there. Totally worth it. So? if you feel like you are going through hell- keep on trucking. Trust me- you’ll get there.

More soon and Blue Lollipop Road lives. Watch for changes and keep following. Thank you for all your love, support and sticking by me. I can’t believe it life gets even better than it’s already been! Yay!