Good Things Come to Those That..........WAIT

I am not a very patient person. I think during creation, I seriously got into the wrong line. The line I stood in consisted of mainly Type A personalities and we were all fighting over who was going to be first and we seriously missed out on the importance of being a well rounded person. I try.......I try each and everyday to grow more patience but somehow, it doesn't work for me. I don't get it!

And? I get seriously confused when someone comments about how much patience I really do have. I become speechless and get that scrunched up, puzzled look because I KNOW I have no patience. I think people THINK I have patience because of trying to make a go of a business AND raising two teenage (God Help Us All) boyz! Yeah, I do have patience with them and MOST all of their situations. Guess that's why I love wine. Hmmm......maybe I got into the "Addictive Personality" line as well.

I have realized that my patience level, or non-patience level reaches monsterous heights when I have to wait. I hate waiting. Waiting for virtually anything causes my blood pressure to escelate to dangerous levels. Yes, I know, I am being overly dramatic.

I wait on people all day. The one's I love the most, actually the least, are those that can't make up their minds. That's when my Type A personality kicks in and states, in the most professional way, "I am cooking you............" (fill in the blank and it's usually what I bought too much of). And, the best part? They're happy! I saved them some much needed brain power........I made up their mind for them. Now, they can utilize that energy on more important things besides deciding what they want for lunch. It's a win win situation. I don't have to wait any further and can utilize my stronger skills on preparring them a very tasty and healthy lunch.

I finally, finally was granted my S&M traction device. It's awesome. I called the company, told them when I would be there to pick it up...........translation, Go get it from your warehouse, leave it at the front desk, let me sign, and I am outta there. Nah..........I had to wait.........and wait a very long time..........impatiently.

I think the scarriest waiting situations entails my boyz. I seriously get freaked out when they are late and I've called them several times and they don't answer their cell phones. My run-a- muck imagination then seriously kicks into overdrive and I just know something bad has happened. Just pick up the phone and let me know you are safe and on your way home.

I seriously become an anxiety ridden mess. Yes, it's been stated several times that I over react. Probably. But, damn it if you know I am a "worry wort" and you were supposed to be home earlier, just call me and let me know you are safe....just running late. I do understand the concept of traffic. I deal with it, also, every single day. And? I do understand that the only parking space available was about a half a mile from where you were going. That works and it's a valid excuse. Just let me know, damn, it!

Yes, that is what I am dealing with, lately...........waiting.

Now, I am waiting on Sweetie to get here and help me with my rotting fence. But? The "Basket Ball" game is on and I am sure I am going to be waiting for a while.

You know what? I am seriously getting burned out on basketball. I can hardly "WAIT" until the season is completely over with! I think I might use my "waiting time" to make a chain counting down the days until Basket Ball Season is done! You know those chains we used to make in elementary school counting down the days until Christmas? We actually were able to use the word Christmas in public schools back then! Well, anyway......one of those chains.

I think I will make the paper links all in the color black because I am now an official.......Basket Ball Widow!

And that Basket Ball I bought him last year for Valentine's Day? (What a dumb present, but he wanted a new one). That ball is going to go flying out his car window because I am so sick of it rolling around all over my feet! ( I think when I am not in the car with that man, he secretly straps in Mr. Spalding so he, too, can be safe from all of the crazy, rude drivers).

One last basketball rant: Go San Antonio! I sure do like Mr. Ginobili.......one of the few things from Texas I am liking these days!

Ciao, Angie