Good Morning Everybody! Yes, I am THAT GUY! Deal with it!
I cannot remember a time when I was not a morning person. Blame my parents if you need to point a finger. My mom and dad are both morning people. My mom used to wake us for school every morning singing our names and telling us the sun was shining and the birds were singing just for us. She would then make us breakfast while keeping the mood high. My dad worked his ass off in the shittiest of factories every single day, but still got up in a good mood to keep food on our table. We were dirt poor growing up, but we didn’t know it because of the upbeat mood and happiness they maintained in our home. Couple that with the blessings from God we were thankful for and it was just a way of life that seemed very normal for us.
To this day, I get laughed at, ridiculed, cursed out, and talked about daily just because I am a happy-go-lucky morning person, but I honestly do not understand how somebody could not be a morning person. Oh, and by the way, as an extreme morning person, I love to use it just to piss off those of you who are not! Woohoo! Right at this moment it is 7am Eastern, and I am pecking away on my laptop, drinking a great cup of Cafe Bustelo listening to Sports Center with a smile on my face and love in my heart. I do thrive on the fact most people can be such miserable bastards in the morning, and better yet knowing my great mood irritates them more than nails on a chalk board. My only hope is that my attitude can wear off even just a little on them to bring a smile to their face to make their day a little bit better.
I asked this before in this blog, but How can people not be a morning person? Each day is a great day graced by God. Every single day, anything is possible. What happened yesterday is in the past, and we are given the opportunity of a fresh start with those same endless possibilities. Even in the month of February in North Eastern Ohio, I can jump right out of bed, turn on some Pitbull and start the coffee perking. It is easy. I love God. I love my wife, my daughters, my grandchildren, and yes, I love my job! I am not rich, just barely middle class, and Nancy and I work our asses daily, but we appreciate the little things God has blessed us with, and we do our best to make the most of them.
I mentioned in prior blogs about being a veteran of the Army. Even when we were in basic training, third world, arm pit countries and those boring as hell leadership development classes, I did my best to greet every single fellow soldier with a Good Morning and a smile. It was a lot easier in the military because my fellow soldiers had to be where I was so they could not avoid me, but that is where I met the most morning people. It always amazed me how a group of know nothing privates half away around the world from home could stay upbeat and positive when the last step we took could have been our last, but a person coming into a convenient store at 9am could be such a grumpy asshole to a minimum wage cashier for no reason at all. I was a district manager in the convenience store industry for many years and actually over heard a customer asking a cashier to tell me not to call him “Friend” when I said “Good Morning Friend, how are you?” He said I didn’t know him well enough to call him “Friend!” In my mind that is the definition of an asshole! I made certain I visited that store every morning for the next two weeks just so I could run into that person and wish him the best of mornings and call him “Sir,” as loudly and condenscending as I possibly could. There is just no need for that. He isn’t any better than anybody else, and I wanted to make damn sure he knew it.
The most fun was waking up the girls in the morning. They all have their good mornings, but for the most part all 6 of them were pretty irritable bitches in the morning. I always tried to make them morning people also, but those apples fell way far away from the tree. On the weekends or while we are on vacation, Nancy and I might like to start our morning coffee with just a touch of Baileys or follow up my first cup with a Bloody Mary. This always put us in an even better mood and allowed us to irritate the girls even more. It was a blast. Blaring some Aventura or Wisin y Yandel at 8am, really gets the blood pumping, and that is exactly what we liked to do.
In closing, I have to once again ask, “How can you not be a morning person?” And just a fair warning…if you see me whistling a song coming in the opposite direction, run the other way because I will hunt you down like the Debbie Downer you are, and do everything possible to get on your last nerve! Or you could just join the club and become a morning person with me! Up to you!
—- Addition by Samantha —-
Trust him when he tells you to run the other way if you are not a morning person! Take it from the girl who went to middle school/high school out of zone therefore, he had to drive me to school every morning. Now let me tell you, I was already up an hour or so getting ready but I was NOT awake. I am most definitely not a morning person and then again, I’m not really a night person either. But in the mornings, just let me wake up in peace, let me get ready at my speed and let me get some coffee and just settle in. Don’t jump down my throat, ask me to do a bunch of useless shit, or start singing to me. I just want to have some peace! But feel free to make me a nice pot of coffee & some breakfast in bed, I can be down for that! Every morning while driving to school, we fought with the radio every morning, it never failed. I simply wanted to listen to music and he wanted to listen to his raunchy 104.1 shenanigans and I just wasn’t having it! He simply just wanted to have important life conversations that early and I just couldn’t do it!Every morning was an eventful one with this guy. If you were driving past us, you would probably have laughed hysterically because he was probably making a fool out of himself and trying to embarrass the crap out of me constantly. This also continued as he dropped me off and I got out of the car and tried to run AS FAST AS POSSIBLE… as he screamed my name and was a gigantic dork all the way. Now looking back, I laugh because it was hilarious and probably extremely comical to everyone around us however, it wasn’t funny to me at the time. The one good thing about being with this guy in the mornings is that there is always coffee on, so I’ll stick with him 🙂