(43-275) ROYALLY Messed Up...

For the past 24 hours or so, I've been a little discombobulated; which is HIGHLY unusual for me.  No matter how much I've got going on, I'm typically VERY organized, and detail oriented and yet; I've had a few mishaps that have made me look nothing short of flaky.  I'm going to table telling you about my first faux pas, until tomorrow; because it ties in with what I believe my next blog topic will be.   So on to, today....
  
It's Thursday, so I went into my office instead of working from home.  During my lunch break I logged into my Facebook and found this as Michelle M's status "In honor of the big wedding on Friday, use your royal wedding guest name! Start with either Lord or Lady. Your first name is one of your grandparents' names. Your surname is the name of your first pet, double-barreled with the name of the street you grew up on. Post yours here. Then cut and paste it into your status. =) I am Lady Elvira Kirk-Darien!"

Well as much as I have NO interest in the Royal wedding; I just thought this was hysterical,  so I decided to play along.  I posted my name as Lady Gertrude Lady-Heritage.  How AWFUL is that?  I chose Gertrude because I thought it sounded stuffier than my Nana's name, which was Anna.  (My apologies to any Gertrude's who are reading this.  I'm certain that you are all perfectly lovely, and spirited people.)  I thought that this exercise was so funny that I told my co-worker Kathy about it and when I shared my name she said "You're supposed to use Lady in the beginning."  I told her that I did, but because my first dog's name was Lady, I had to use it again.  How boring is that?   I also told her that I posted my name hastily because I had made a mistake in using Heritage.  Although the beloved Condos were on Heritage Drive, that was not in fact the first street that I ever lived on; as I resided in Yonkers on Pennsylvania Avenue for the first four years of my life.  When I gave it more careful consideration than it probably deserved; I also realized that Lady was actually not my first pet; since my parents had a bird from at least the time that I was born, and her name was Tseyndy (which is a derivative of the Yiddish word for teeth - how scary is that?)  Why would would my parents name a bird after teeth?  What the hell must this bird have done to warrant such a name?  But I digress...

After all too much consideration, it became quite apparent that I ROYALLY messed up.  My royal name should have been Lady Gertrude Tseyndy-Pennsylvania.  And after all of that, I can honestly say that it doesn't sound at all better than Lady Gertrude Lady-Heritage.  Oh butter biscuits!  How bout this one... Richie Howell had gotten our Beagle, Lady from the ASPCA.  Ironically enough, Lady turned out to be a howler herself; so Richie Howell returned her to the pound after only a week.  Not that long after, he brought home two kittens and mine was named Beau.  Since Beau was REALLY my first pet;  I'm going to go with Lady Gertrude Beau-Pennsylvania.  Still not great!  Guess I am not meant to have a royal name; but it is mindless fun.  Go on, try it.  Please leave me a comment here or on Facebook where my blog appears and share your royal name, using the criteria that I posted from Michelle's status. 
Ta ta for now.
Till next time...
Queen of EVERYTHING (now that's more like it!)

(43-60) MISS Interpretations

I am the Queen of COMMITMENT; The Queen of KEEPING MY WORD, and sadly, The Queen of  GETTING BIT IN THE ASS.  Suffice it to say that the last 24 plus hours have NOT been my happiest.  I'm not going to regale you with the gory details; but trust me when I tell you that once again my good intentions have been misconstrued, misrepresented and miscommunicated. 

I have learned that as fond as I am of words; I am going to have to pay much closer attention to the ones that come out of my mouth; because even though I may mean something in a certain way, that might not be the way that the person I'm speaking to interprets what I've said.

  

Perhaps you're surprised that I'm only coming to this realization now; but I have to say; that even though I haven't lived on the east coast in 13 1/2 years; I WAS born and raised there and thus have developed my communication style in such a manner.  People on the east coast seem to speak more directly, and speak their mind more than people in the west. Some may say that people from the east coast are rude for doing so; but being direct and speaking your mind doesn't necessarily mean that one has to be rude or insensitive. I'm NOT saying that I think either is better or worse.  I'm NOT saying that either is good or bad; I'm just saying that sometimes when people with different styles of talking have a conversation; one may need to be more particular about what they say and how they say it; and it seems that I for one, need to pay more attention to this.    I have no intention of changing who I am entirely, but I will be monitoring myself a lot more closely, because I've found that although someone speaks a certain way to you; they're not always OK with you speaking the same way to them.  Although you may have kid around with people in the past; if they're not in the mindset to kid around (which really, how could you know;) then anything and everything that you say in a joking manner can be misunderstood; and quite honestly it's not worth the drama.  So, I suppose that I'll have to put this on my list of things to work on changing; and quick.

Truth be told, I LIKE who I am and I don't really want to change (much;) but if it will decrease my stress; then it's worth a try.  If not, I may just have to stick to the written word and find myself a nice cave.
Till next time...
Queen of EVERYTHING