Category Archives: Things That Piss Us Off

Diva Musing- Intent

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In·tent\ inˈtent/

noun:   intention or purpose.   “with alarm she realized his intent”

It is with intent that we choose right from wrong.  It is with intent that we choose bad over good,  it is with intent choose compassion over mean spirited-ness.  Remember, whatever choice we make there is an ultimate price to be paid.  

In a chaos filled Universe I still dream that we all learn to make better choices, right choices, choices that fill the well of human existence with water that is compiled of pure energy and light.  When I loose it, like I sometimes do, I immediately try to do something to cancel the bad energy I put out.  If my intent for loosing it was to set a right wrong, then I pray my intent was received in the spirit it was sent.  

Our best spiritual path is often strewn with idiots and bullies.  While I immediately want to hate them I try to shift my energy so theirs will do the same.  When that doesn’t work then the full force of the Diva is released with intent to right a wrong, and that as they say, is their fair warning.  The wisdom of my years still does not let me tolerate it when I see bullies riding over others with whip or tongue.  I’m equally proficient with either and I will take you down.  It still hurts when I see innocents bullied and for my response with intent I will never apologize. 

Namaste, The Queen Cronista

 

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Diva Ranting: America…JFK Style…

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What the over entitled, spoiled, unpatriotic American has forgotten, can best be reminded in the words of our late president John F Kennedy. How dare we as humans of the Universe disparage any countries ideals that support freedom, democracy and opportunity?  Leave, go somewhere that will tolerate your stupidity and ingratitude. For the families who have members in the military that have died for your freedoms of stupidity, rampant ingratitude, poor taste,  lack of intelligence, and tantrums, we cannot even apologize enough for the lack of respect by the idiots.  What we can do is pray for those defending the idiots right to act like reprobates.  Namaste, The Queen Cronista

KENNEDY’S MOST FAMOUS WORDS: “ASK NOT WHAT YOUR COUNTRY CAN DO FOR YOU – ASK WHAT YOU CAN DO FOR YOUR COUNTRY”

Most Americans know three of them by heart. Scant phrases which, though spoken in the most ritualistic and formal of settings, commonly define an age, and a speaker. “With malice toward none” Lincoln said in his second inaugural address, and Franklin D. Roosevelt, “Nothing to fear but fear itself” in his first. John F. Kennedy, whose centenary is celebrated this month, uttered the third such phrase at his only inauguration and it is, in popular memory, recalled the most simply: “Ask not.” Of course, that is not the whole of the quotation, or the whole story, which is told here…

The seventeen most inspiring words in 20th century American history were spoken by John F. Kennedy, around mid-day, on January 20, 1961, in Washington, D.C. The occasion was his Presidential Inauguration, and came as he was concluding his Inaugural Address.  Kennedy, the first President born in the 20th century, and 27 years younger than his predecessor, Dwight D. Eisenhower, had just declared that the torch had been passed to a new generation of Americans – “born in this century, tempered by war, disciplined by a hard and bitter peace, proud of our ancient heritage” – and pledged to “pay any price, bear any burden, meet any hardship, support any friend, oppose any foe, in order to assure the survival and the success of liberty.” Then he spoke the seventeen words –

And so, my fellow Americans: Ask not what your country can do for you –  ask what you can do for your country.

Those words, when first heard over a half-century ago, were positively electrifying. No president had ever challenged citizens, in peacetime, to sacrifice or commit to a larger vision. With that single sentence, Kennedy inspired people to new possibilities. He raised their expectations of themselves, and of their nation. In response, some joined the Peace Corps, others the Green Berets; thousands flocked to Washington to be part of the “New Frontier.” Students, thinking ahead to government service, went to law school or into programs with social benefit. All across the country, Kennedy’s words changed lives.  “It was a special time,” a Senator remembered years later. “Lord, I’ve never had such a feeling before or since then. It was marvelous; without living it, you can’t express it. It gave the country a lift; it gave the world a lift. People cried in the dusty streets of Africa when he died.” All because of, really, seventeen simple words of inspiration.

Diva Ranting: Good Manners….

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I do try to stay on a positive note as often as possible.  However, today the scale tipped big time.  I always try to say a cheerful good morning to the teens as they enter the building.  Some reply and some ignore.  However, when you meet one face to face often and they turn to the wall every time to ignore you (in a 4 foot wide hall) …rude, rude, rude!  Practically spitting in teachers and principle’s faces is beneath contempt.  I myself will not tolerate the “hollyweird” princesses who think they are entitled over the rest of the students and lord that fact over their peers heads.  

We all had them in school…the mean girls who thought everyone but them was ugly.  However, these are the caretakers of the future.  The ones who will either care for our world and its inhabitants or destroy it.  We live in a time when the over entitled masses are the majority and the state of the world is showing it.  Parents, teach your children manners. Politeness to elders, peers and those in authority is necessary to provide a mainstay of our society.  I rarely see a young lad open a door for anyone anymore.  When I do I complement and thank him and his parents.  

In our keeping up with the Krapasshshun world it has somehow become OK to be a rude, thoughtless, snot!  NOT!!!!! If one of my children had ever exhibited that behavior in public I would have turned them over to the juvenile authorities and let them be a problem for the state to handle.  

I salute those parents of the kind, caring and helpful young people I see in the minority.  You as well as your children are a credit to your families and our society.  I pray than can overcome the rude majority of their peers and continue to make the world some kind of place we want to live in for the future.  

To the parents of the brats, you deserve who you get to care for you in your old age!!!

Diva Ranting: Manners…..

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Years ago you were an anathema to society if you had poor manners. Mothers taught manners from the time a child could speak. What’s going on now? And we wonder why the world basically “sucks” …to put it in modern day terminology. How many grandmothers have I seen almost knocked down by out of control grandchildren? How many physically disabled people have I seen knocked off crutches and wheelchairs bumped by thugs, both young and old, in the grocery and retail stores? How many young people AND adults are on social media…texting, talking or listening to music so they are socially mute, uninteresting drones? The list could go on and on, the answer is; a Lot!
My personal vendetta has begun with my speech and home ec class of mountain men and women. Some may not like having to give speeches on how to have a proper conversation, how to set proper placement of tableware for a formal dinner, how to answer a phone like a human with a personality, how to address and respect elders. How to address the Queen of England in a reception line.
I’ve gone Old School. I’ve pulled my Emily Post book of etiquette to begin. Over the next semester, I will be posting excerpts for anyone who had friends and family that may need a booster shot of proper manners. They can hate us later…LOL! Let the lessons begin!!!!!
Namaste, The Queen Cronista….

Emily Post on Conversation:

The Gift Of Humor

The joy of joys is the person of light but unmalicious humor. If you know any one who is gay, beguiling and amusing, you will, if you are wise, do everything you can to make him prefer your house and your table to any other; for where he is, the successful party is also. What he says is of no matter, it is the twist he gives to it, the intonation, the personality he puts into his quip or retort or observation that delights his hearers, and in his case the ordinary rules do not apply.

Eugene Field could tell a group of people that it had rained to-day and would probably rain to-morrow, and make everyone burst into laughter—or tears if he chose—according to the way it was said. But the ordinary rest of us must, if we would be thought sympathetic, intelligent or agreeable, “go fishing.”

Going Fishing For Topics

The charming talker is neither more nor less than a fisherman. (Fisher woman rather, since in America women make more effort to be agreeable than men do.) Sitting next to a stranger she wonders which “fly” she had better choose to interest him. She offers one topic; not much of a nibble. So she tries another or perhaps a third before he “rises” to the bait.

The Door Slammers

There are people whose idea of conversation is contradiction and flat statement. Finding yourself next to one of these, you venture:

“Have you seen any good plays lately?”

“No, hate the theater.”

“Which team are you for in the series?”

“Neither. Only an idiot could be interested in baseball.”

“Country must have a good many idiots!” mockingly.

“Obviously it has.” Full stop. In desperation you veer to the personal.

“I’ve never seen Mrs. Bobo Gilding as beautiful as she is to-night.”

“Nothing beautiful about her. As for the name ‘Bobo,’ it’s asinine.”

“Oh, it’s just one of those children’s names that stick sometimes for life.”

“Perfect rot. Ought to be called by his name,” etc.

Another, not very different in type though different in method, is the self-appointed instructor whose proper place is on the lecture platform, not at a dinner table.

“The earliest coins struck in the Peloponnesus were stamped on one side only; their alloy——” etc.

Another is the expounder of the obvious: “Have you ever noticed,” says he, deeply thinking, “how people’s tastes differ?”

Then there is the vulgarian of fulsome compliment: “Why are you so beautiful? It is not fair to the others——” and so on.

Tactless Blunderers

Tactless people are also legion. The means-to-be-agreeable elderly man says to a passée acquaintance, “Twenty years ago you were the prettiest woman in town”; or in the pleasantest tone of voice to one whose only son has married. “Why is it, do you suppose, that young wives always dislike their mothers-in-law?”

If you have any ambition to be sought after in society you must not talk about the unattractiveness of old age to the elderly, about the joys of dancing and skating to the lame, or about the advantages of ancestry to the self-made. It is also dangerous, as well as needlessly unkind, to ridicule or criticize others, especially for what they can’t help. If a young woman’s familiar or otherwise lax behavior deserves censure, a casual unflattering remark may not add to your own popularity if your listener is a relative, but you can at least, without being shamefaced, stand by your guns. On the other hand to say needlessly “What an ugly girl!” or “What a half-wit that boy is!” can be of no value except in drawing attention to your own tactlessness.

The young girl who admired her own facile adjectives said to a casual acquaintance: “How can you go about with that moth-eaten, squint-eyed, bag of a girl!” “Because,” answered the youth whom she had intended to dazzle, “the lady of your flattering epithets happens to be my sister.”

It is scarcely necessary to say that one whose tactless remarks ride rough-shod over the feelings of others, is not welcomed by many.

The Bore

A bore is said to be “one who talks about himself when you want to talk about yourself!” which is superficially true enough, but a bore might more accurately be described as one who is interested in what does not interest you, and insists that you share his enthusiasm, in spite of your disinclination. To the bore life holds no dullness; every subject is of unending delight. A story told for the thousandth time has not lost its thrill; every tiresome detail is held up and turned about as a morsel of delectableness; to him each pea in a pod differs from another with the entrancing variety that artists find in tropical sunsets.

On the other hand, to be bored is a bad habit, and one only too easy to fall into. As a matter of fact, it is impossible, almost, to meet anyone who has not something of interest to tell you if you are but clever enough yourself to find out what it is. There are certain always delightful people who refuse to be bored. Their attitude is that no subject need ever be utterly uninteresting, so long as it is discussed for the first time. Repetition alone is deadly dull. Besides, what is the matter with trying to be agreeable yourself? Not too agreeable. Alas! it is true: “Be polite to bores and so shall you have bores always round about you.” Furthermore, there is no reason why you should be bored when you can be otherwise. But if you find yourself sitting in the hedgerow with nothing but weeds, there is no reason for shutting your eyes and seeing nothing, instead of finding what beauty you may in the weeds. To put it cynically, life is too short to waste it in drawing blanks. Therefore, it is up to you to find as many pictures to put on your blank pages as possible.

A Few Important Details Of Speech In Conversation

Unless you wish to stamp yourself a person who has never been out of “provincial” society, never speak of your husband as “Mr.” except to an inferior. Mrs. Worldly for instance in talking with a stranger would say “my husband,” and to a friend, meaning one not only whom she calls by her first name, but anyone on her “dinner list,” she says, “Dick thought the play amusing” or “Dick said——”. This does not give her listener the privilege of calling him “Dick.” The listener in return speaks of her own husband as “Tom” even if he is seventy—unless her hearer is a very young person (either man or woman), when she would say “my husband.” Never “Mr. Older.” To call your husband Mr. means that you consider the person you are talking to, beneath you in station. Mr. Worldly in the same way speaks of Mrs. Worldly as “my wife” to a gentleman, or “Edith” in speaking to a lady. Always.

In speaking about other people, one says “Mrs.,” “Miss” or “Mr.” as the case may be. It is bad form to go about saying “Edith Worldly” or “Ethel Norman” to those who do not call them Edith or Ethel, and to speak thus familiarly of one whom you do not call by her first name, is unforgivable. It is also effrontery for a younger person to call an older by her or his first name, without being asked to do so. Only a very underbred, thick-skinned person would attempt it.

Diva Musing: Be Kind to one Another….

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Everyday, everywhere I go, people want to tell me about what’s going on in their lives. More and more it is about how badly friends and relatives are treating each other.  Life has never been perfect but those of us who have reached “Crone Status” remember a time when:

Families would go to church together, Children had respect for parents, Parents earned that respect, Quality time was more important than “stuff” in the toy box or closet, we all looked each other in the eye when we were fact to face.  

I remember enjoying seeing children playing outside all the time.  Movies, TV and play time had to be earned.  No one was ever allowed to be distracted at the family table.  We were there to interact with one another….like it or not!  

The hectic and modern day world has made it almost impossible for this simpler, more real lifestyle.  Nothing happens unless scheduled. All time is spent working around family time. Our family and home no longer has the meaning it once did.  

We are focusing more on people and stuff.  People who tell us to want more stuff, people who tell us if we don’t have stuff our world is lacking and we are failures. Our hearts no longer focus on what is good and right for our lives and world.  

Parenting had become an inconvenience for many and not a privilege.  We now hog tie the educational system/teachers.  The liberals own the media and minds of our youth.  The conservatives are considered an abhorrence.  There is no happy medium.  Buddha always maintained that enlightenment was only found in the middle ground.  I think he was on to something.  

Let the children learn. Teach them all of the ways… and let them feel the wave of excitement that comes with making up their own minds without violence or criticism.  Guide them in the ways of goodness and love and let their hearts ring true to that guidance.  If we do not, the current chaos and terror in our world is only the beginning.  I’m an old fashioned back to the basics kind of Crone.  

I like my computers, phones and notebooks, but I take media breaks regularly.  I use that time to reflect, send good energy to my family and friends, meditate, meditate and meditate some more.  I’m by no means perfect, but I do try to keep focused on a more gentle, simple way.   I know this is a better way than what the advertising magnates and media want us to focus on instead.  I’m just cranky enough to let that piss me off and make me rebel against those head games.  My intention is to arrive at something that makes my output a more favorable vibration to my world, in which we are all one. 

Namaste, The Queen Cronista

Diva Rambling…The Road Less Traveled…

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I never thought in my lifetime that “the road less traveled” would stray so far from the thoughts in the book by the same name, as to become a reference to reprobate behavior.  Theodore Roosevelt once spoke to the need for the “Strenuous Life”.  I was reminded of this as I printed a students paper on the same.  

Today we are only allowed to think in terms of “easy living” a life less stressful, according to “Hollyweird” and all that it pontificates.  Give money to a problem and walk away screaming at the top of our lungs, how unfair all of life is and no one should ever have to work for anything!!!!  Seriously, where would this great nation be if that had happened along the way?  Hello! This great nation would not even exist if that had been the attitude of our founding families and the pioneers.  

If the bad judgment and penchant of modern generations for laziness, idleness, wastefulness, and greed had been present in mass in the early years of our nation, freedom, democracy, and entrepreneurship would NOT exist. 

The Zen masters and Buddha himself tell us to live in the now and make each moment matter.  They do not mean sit on your dead asses and wait, like over-entitled prats, for it all to come to you.  One must make the moments count by industriously putting one’s God given talents to use each moment of the day.   A practiced and focused work-life is the answer to one’s immediate and future needs. 

I’m sure Buddha would have put it more eloquently but not kinder…in other words… get off your lazy ass and make it happen!  It won’t always be easier or gentler, but an honest effort is always rewarded.  Don’t make the Karma Cops show you what happens if you don’t walk the good road less traveled.  

The Crones wish you Good Karma everyday as you travel the right way….

Namaste,

The Queen Cronista

Diva Rant: A Hard Pill to Swallow…..

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So Sandy and I were chatting with our favorite fast food diva Teresa this morning, at the Bell.  We were commenting on how it is the cleanest restaurant in town and what pride they take with the facility.  My diva wasn’t feeling top shelf but was there working her tacos off.  I told her I’d recommend supplements to take that would help a bit.  She said she couldn’t swallow pills so I said I’d get liquid elixirs.  

Then we were chatting about how demon possessed people are getting in the world these days.  We try to see the best in them and they act like burros on peyote.  We particularly noted that Sunday after church is one of the worst times. I have observed that people eating after church, seem so belligerent, rude,  and doubly over entitled.  The leave the smallest tips for the crews that show up to serve them. They leave the place a mess and scowl out.  This is a hard pill for me to swallow.

I use to wonder what got their mornings off to such a bad start.  Then I realized after listening for awhile,  most of these these folks are the people who didn’t go to church! They  are pissed off at the church goers for taking up space on their Sunday’s off.  These humans resent the joy and togetherness of the church families.  They would plot their demise if possible. Happy, joyful humans are the hardest pill of all to swallow for this lot.

These folks are in  a spiritual wasteland… where they have never known joy, laughter or even basic human caring.  There is a drought in their souls that only a good shot of a spirit filled life will ever cure.  We can put all the love and light we have toward them and they will never feel it, or know the joy of sunshine on their faces and the happiness a child’s laugh can bring.  

Stay on your path my Divas! I cringe to think any of you would ever feel this spiritual wasteland in your souls.  I say this, not to be judgy Smurf, but to wish that your diva joy could spread on all the world… so it does not suffer like these poor souls we noted above. I salute my joy Divas!!!!  Thank you for being part of a good prescription that is easy to swallow.  Thank you for bringing your light and love to the world.

Namaste,

The Queen Cronista 

Diva Tasting: Sauerkraut and Bratwurst

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Sauerkraut and Bratwurst

Ingredients

  • 1/8 Teaspoon Celery Seeds
  • 1/8 Teaspoon Caraway Seeds
  • 1 Pound Fresh Bratwurst or Cheddar Brats Sausages
  • 1/4 Cup White Vinegar
  • 1 Tablespoon Light Brown Sugar
  • 2 Teaspoons Dry Mustard Powder
  • 1 Teaspoon Onion Powder
  • 1/8 Teaspoon Ground Black Pepper
  • 1/8 Teaspoon Dried Dill Weed
  • 1 Pound Sauerkraut (preferably Barrel-Aged), Drained

Directions

  1. Crush celery seeds and caraway seeds in a mortar and pestle until ground; set aside.
  2. Place bratwursts into a large nonstick skillet over medium heat. Mix beer, brown sugar, dry mustard, onion powder, black pepper, dill weed, and crushed celery and caraway seeds in a bowl, stirring to dissolve brown sugar; pour over the brats. Bring to a boil and reduce heat to low; cover and simmer for 10 minutes.
  3. Uncover and raise heat to medium; boil the sauce until it reduces to a thick, syrupy liquid, about 20 minutes. Tilt skillet to roll brats in the sticky sauce until thoroughly coated. Transfer sausage to a platter and keep warm. Cook and stir sauerkraut in the same skillet to mix in any leftover sauce, 5 to 8 minutes. Transfer sauerkraut to a serving platter and top with cooked bratwurst.
  4. Serve with potato salad and Texas Toast

Diva Rambling: Gossip Cures…

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I truly am on a kick to be a better Cronista!  However this morning I woke up and wanted to kick something.  Then I hugged my puppy who had been up all night chewing up the house and I felt better.  Then the day started ;~)  I wanted to rant about all the disorganized, non-visionary, unsympathetic, slanderous cows around me….STOP!!! RESET!!! Now I am at work and needing the tips below…Love to all….Namaste, The Queen Cronista

6 Steps to Recover From a Gossip Addiction

Here are some tips by Sarah Wilkins for monitoring and controlling your tendency to talk negatively about others.

1. Pick a gossip buddy.

One spiritual teacher suggests that you confine your gossiping to one or two people, perhaps your best friend, spouse, or significant other. If you have a designated gossip buddy, it’s much easier to practice restraint with the other people in your life. Choose someone who can keep secrets and who will support you in your desire to be more conscious of what you say.

2. Catch yourself.

Learn to notice when you’re about to make a snarky remark, and stop yourself before you do. If one slips out, apologize.

3. Notice the aftertaste.

Become aware of what it feels like after you gossip. It will be different for everyone, but for me the aftertaste of gossip feels like anxiety (tight shoulders, tight stomach) and what I can only describe as a worried, slightly sinking feeling that comes from sensing I might have said something I’ll regret. Note where you feel the tension in your own body the next time you engage in a gossip fest.

4. Just say no.

Turn down invitations to pick others apart. Try changing the subject when a friend wants to have a bad-mouthing session. Ask them (tactfully) to talk about something else, and tell them that you’re trying to break yourself of the negative gossip habit. You’ll find that many people will actually thank you.

5. Don’t rush to judgment.

When someone confides a piece of gossipy information about someone else, question it. Check the source. Don’t believe something unless you have clear proof—and the fact that a whole lot of people are saying something does not constitute clear proof.

6. Try a one-day gossip fast.

Decide that for one whole day you won’t talk about other people. Then, notice when that’s especially difficult. Observe what feelings prompt you to share news about someone or repeat something you’ve heard. Does your desire to gossip come from a feeling of emptiness or boredom? Does it come from a desire for intimacy with the person you’re talking to? What happens inside you when you deny the urge? How do you feel when you’ve gone through a whole conversation without once saying, Have you heard?

Sally Kempton is an internationally recognized teacher of meditationand yogic philosophy and the author of Meditation for the Heart of It.

https://www.yogajournal.com/yoga-101/6-ways-to-stop-yourself-from-gossiping-and-why-it-matters

Today’s Thought: Over-entitlement….

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I was at the breakfast hole this morning with my favorite fast food manager in the world.  She runs a tight ship and is gloriously a joy!  I call her one of my AngelGirls!  She and I were reflecting on how after decades in corporate America we have seen people become insensitive, over entitled, and just lacking in manners and common courtesy.  She says people come in and order a one dollar item and berate the staff like they are entitled. I’d probably dump hot coffee on them or something.  But not AngelGirl, she waits on these dweebs as if they were actually human beings.  I have lessons to learn from her!  

She makes each day that I go in a wonderful way to start the day.  We should all learn from her, in fact.  This grumpy crone actually loves people….(don’t tell anyone), but I draw the line at rude, manner-less, idiots.  

Yesterday I was leaving the wholesale super store with my sister…each with a huge cart full.  A manner-less, dweeb (you cannot imagine how much I want to cuss on this one) jumped between our overloaded carts and attempted to push past us in a hurry, with his 2 loaves of bread.  He pushed by me and I accidentally hit his heel.  He turned to me and said I needed to get my glasses checked.  The fire breathing dragon from middle Earth erupted and I went off like a bottle rocket.  

“What has happened to manners in the South” I screamed.  Rude old men deserve to get hit when they are not gentlemanly enough to let two women, pushing heavy baskets, leave a premises.  He began to curse back.  I told him to get out of my face or I’d hurt him worse the next hit.  My sister now red and embarrassed. What I really wanted to say was…” Unless you are taking those 2 loaves of bread to Jesus to feed the starving masses there is no excuse for your disgusting behavior”.  But I refrained realizing I’d let my disgust for the over-entitled masses make me as rude as they are. Although I felt truly justified in doing so with this old fart.  Courtesy people!  Respect! I still believe in good manners.  

However, as a time worn crone, I set proper boundaries, and take no shit! Someone still has to take a stand for those wonderful men who stand when we enter a room, open the door for anyone, and care for their families and loved one with gallantry. My tribute to those few of you who remain gentlemen in spite of the chaos of the world.  We love you best.  Is It Just Me? 

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