It's the eleventh.
So it's time for . . .
Get it out. All the way out. What's annoying you these days? What are you sick of? What are you bothered by? What leaves you fed up? What is irksome? What's just stupid? What's tacky? What's lame? What trend is tiresome? What's passe? What's the buzzing bee in your bonnet? What should go the way of the dodo (bless its extinct soul)?
Don't be P.C. Don't worry who is reading. Don't care what anyone thinks. Doesn't matter if it's personal. Doesn't matter if no one else will get just what you mean. This is your chance. This is the time. This is when you purge and cleanse. Right here. Right now. For it's the 11th on Remarks.
Having a hard time finding something to complain about yet you still want to participate? I recommend perusing Etsy; there's so much annoying, common, badly done crap on there (along with the fine, surprising, and pine-worthy items) that you're sure to recall something that's you're sick of seeing. (Now that's a true act of service, isn't it? I just helped you find something to kvetch about. It's not everyone that'll do that, you know.)
Doesn't matter if you bitched about it last month--it still might be something worth kvetching over. Whatever your beef is--no matter how gruesome--spill it here.
Once you're free, you'll feel so much better.
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• Ugly food blogs. They oughta be deleted en masse. Take good looking pictures of your food or don't take any at all. I've said it before: I shouldn't land on a food blog and gag at the sight I'm slapped with.
• Railroad tracks. In family photos. And engagement photos. And bridal photos. There's no doubt that some terrific pictures shot by some terrific photogs have been captured on a set of tracks, but again and again and again and again? We live in a great wide word; I'll betcha there are lots of nifty places to preserve your current hairstyle.
• Headbands worn over the top of the hair and across the forehead. Like a workout headband--a sweatband. Ugly.
• Silhouettes • Yes, my Knuckleheaders stuff has my head on it, but if I weren't so dang lazy and overwhelmed with everything else, although I had good reason to go with it in the first place, I'd change it. (I used the silhouette because the stupid site is called Knuckleheaders. Get it? Headers is what I make? And I'm a bit of a Knucklehead. Knuckle. Headers. So what should I use in creating a design theme, I thought to myself when the time came to clean it up. Well, why not a head? And why not make it mine? I had reasons behind using my silhouette in that design.) Why in the world is everyone obsessed with silhouettes in their home decor and in their blog designs? Any kind of originality that was once there ain't no more.
• I'm going to say it: I am sick and damn tired of loud ignorance regarding the pharmaceutical industry • Fine, be ignorant. Even develop an opinion in your ignorance. But if you're ignorant and you have an opinion, keep your big fat mouth shut; you just look like an imbecile. I have come across so many blog posts with paragraphs of nay-sayage regarding the drug industry (the legal one) that just make me roll my eyes or even grit my teeth. Until you know what you're talking about, shut the hell up. Again, you just make yourself appear an uninformed fool. Bring me anyone who constantly bitches about Big Pharma and its many wicked deeds and I promise you I will have them for lunch--not because I'm a mouthy witch (but sort of because of that) but because I have the information, interaction and experience to take them down. (Let's just hope that should such an opportunity arise--in a socially appropriate situation, of course--I'll have the energy as well; these days I'm wondering if I'll every feel anything but fatigue for the rest of my life.)
• People driving around with cell phones pressed to their ears • It's been three months or so since I quit and now that I don't talk on the cell and cruise anymore I have the opportunity to notice how people drive stupid when talking on their phones and I now have the moral high ground from which to yell about it. Put your phone down. You drive a little slower or a little faster than you should. You weave a bit. Don't you dare tell me that your level of alertness is the same when you're on the phone and when you're not. That'd be stupidity falling out of your mouth.
• Where the Wild Things Are • People, the book wasn't that cool to begin with, and it's seriously lacking in content. You're actually jazzed about a 20 page picture book being made into a movie? Your taste sucks.
• PCs • They suck. My work PC frustrates me to the point of tears, screaming, or giving up. Why do people keep buying these inefficient pieces of crap?
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I mentioned there might be a button, if you were one who'd want it. Thanks to suggestion and its suggestive powers . . . here it be:
64 comments:
The Husband's job. Hate it. It was been the source of Hell in our lives for the last 16 months. His job is the reason that yesterday we completely and totally flipped our lives yesterday. I've been an emotional wreck for awhile and it is 98% related to his job. If I could, I'd slap his job right across the face.
Multi-colored sneakers. You know, the shiny neon colored ones very much resembling the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. Ugly. Ugly. Ugly.
The use of the word "retard" or "retarded." That word could not be more disrespectful. Don't use it. It is insanely offensive.
People who use their trials and difficulty in their lives as a reason to make stupid choices. No one is exempt from a hard life, including myself, but somehow most of us manage to function and not be self-destructive.
I hate that I am writing this at 4 am and I have no energy/interest to care about being clever, whitty, or grammatically correct. Surely in about 6 hours I will think or many more things to complain about that my mind just hasn't registered at this hour of the morning.
Finally at long last! I have been eagerly awaiting this.
Certain Blogs: I am sick of the CJane and Nie Nie blog hype. I’ll leave it at that.
While I am still on the tangent of blogs I will that I am tired of blog authors who like to paint a lovely picture of their life as though it is all roses and nothing ever goes wrong, they married the perfect man, their kids are darling, and that the essentially live in Pleasantville. Puh-lease! Excuse me while I puke in my mouth since I wouldn’t want to harm my MacBook.
I have dedicated two posts thus far to my loathing of music playlists on blogs. I am now at the point that I boycott. No one wants to listen to your craptastic music so take it off!
Crazy Pants/Poo Pants/Narcissa: Take your pick on a nickname there. I am sick of mental warfare with the woman, verbal lashings, constantly reminding myself she is constantly trying to manipulate me, and the fact that I have another sixteen days of this before I can retreat to a semi sane life. As an addendum to this I am going to add that I am sick of people telling me how I should feel in regards to her and the situation. Time doesn’t always heal everything.
People Who Assume: The ones that assume everyone will have kids. Some can’t or don’t want to, and then they act as if something is wrong with that person when in fact the assumer is in the one at fault. Same thing goes with folks who assume marriage is for everyone. Or assume that everyone is a carnivore, conservative, liberal, Christian, etc. Assumers, they need to shut up.
TSA: Why is it in small airports they basically make me strip down to my knickers so they can check me? What is the purpose of the scanning machine if I strip down so far? I especially love reading on fashionista wannabe blogs about how females dress trashy when traveling now days compared to past eras. Well duh! Sweats don’t require me to take off a belt and flip-flops or Uggs are easy to remove. It is about efficiency, not about trying to pick someone up.
PC’s: Whenever I send in a research paper, even though I have Microsoft Office for Mac, my professor’s will claim that it won’t open all because I use a Mac. Lies! I think they just feel threatened by my superior technology. It is called a PC for a reason, Politically Correct way of saying Piece of Crap instead of Piece of Shit.
Brandon and Julie's comment made me think of one more.
I HATE, HATE, HATE when people use racial slurs or reference people with disabilities in a disrespectful manner such as: retard, retarded, cripple, etc. I also loathe people saying, "That is so gay. You're a homo. Fag. etc." I go off whenever I hear my friends use those words or phrases around me due to the fact that it makes them sound ignorant and uneducated and one never knows who may be around who may take offense, personally I take offense to all of them. I would rather hear vulgarities and profanities than any of the ones I mentioned, especially retard. That makes my skin crawl and my blood boil.
Ooh, I can do this one!
Just to be catty: Mac people. Seriously, you guys are a cult! All hail, worship the Apple! Sure, I've used a Mac, albeit it was in 1995 in 10th grade and up until then Mac's were prevalent in classrooms. My first computer class involved a Mac in 1993. Yes, it was nice. It was a computer though. A computer. Nothing super special about it to me. My friend has a Macbook, yeah there are some cool little gadgets, but does it make my life any different? Not really. But, my HP PC works just fine for what I need. Now, unless Mac's start giving us super powers...
Shutter Sisters: Honestly, I love the blog, but the posts are very lacking. Very simple. I'm not learning ANYTHING about photography. Sometimes it just seems like a hefty pat on the back for the group that is in it. That's it. Again, I'm being juvenile here, but it feel cliquish.
While I'm on cliques: Bloggers who all post about each other, over and over and over again.
Food blogs: I read health food blogs and some are good, but many, they are overloaded with photos, a bit redundant. And the same 5-10 get paid by the same people to post about whatever trip and free food they get.
Oh, and you could like www.regretsy.com
Off the top of my head:
1.Racial/ethnic slurs of any kind.
2.People with opinions about design who can't even match their clothes
3.Those that whine about a situation incessantly and don't do anything to change it.
4.Having to repeat myself to those who should be listening to me.
5. My purse dilemna. My small one is too small, my big one is too big, my medium one is too ugly and hurts my neck.
when people use apostrope's in all the wrong place's. and have them permanently imprinted on thing's like sign's, tee shirt's, and chair's they've hand-painted.
oh, about Lars? i really like that girl!
okay, okay...you all KNOW i meant to say 'apostrophe'. right???
we grammar snobs have to be so careful :-)
Taylor Swift. I'm sick of hearing her stupid break-up songs. All of her songs sound exactly the same, she can't sing worth a damn especially live and her squinty eyes really bug me.
Yes, Where the Wild Things Are. I kept telling Ethan I thought it was a dumb movie. He was insistent that it was going to rock. But I just can't get over the creepy monsters in the previews. What about that is supposed to make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside? They look stupid. Ethan said, "But they look just like the book!" But that doesn't mean they should have recreated them.
I'm currently babysitting my friends children for four days. There are three of them plus mine & my fetus, and I'm SICK to DEATH of hearing "that's not how my mom does it." I know it's wrong to dropkick an eight year old, a five year old, and especially the one year old, but is it wrong to imagine it? Actually the baby is fine, sorry, I didn't mean to include her in that little fantasy. Seriously though, moms who have ZERO wiggle room in their schedules, cleanliness or the way their freaking kids sandwiches are cut are doing them a serious disservice. How will they deal when they move out or marry? I can see that they are just mirroring the perfection that is expected of them, but I'm getting kinda grumpy about it. Oh, also, that's why your kids have or will have food issues; every bite into their mouths or still on their plate is policed! And while I'm venting... I don't need fifteen (not even kidding, 15) pages of instructions to take care of your kids. They eat the sleep they poop, I get it, it's not rocket science.
Phew. I feel sooo much better. Thank you so much.
Complaining bitchy bloggers. What a downer.
*wink*
I hate when people cut side swept bangs and then wear them in a bobby pin to get them out of their face EVERY single day.
Oh, wait... I do that.
i'm back because another freaking irritating thing just happened so i thought i'd vent here: people who leave messages to return the call...but don't STATE THEIR PHONE NUMBER, so i have to hunt it down. yes, we just recently got caller ID and i know it's on the cell phone but my land line (which I'd like to abolish) doesn't always capture numbers then it's on me to hunt down the obscure caller's #! this one person ALWAYS does that, when she calls me twice a year.
oh, and I must say, I love ya Lars, but I also have love for NieNie and CJane.
Muffin top
quiet talkers
drawn on eyebrows
I guess those are all me too.
I annoy myself quite often.
Happy Day for the 11th!
1. Television news media. All of it. Glenn Beck, Fox, CNN, MSNBC. TV news "personalities." People on the left and right of the issues. We all need the news, but why do you have to be YELLING at me to give it to me.
2. Television / Radio talk shows. Oprah, Dr. Phil, Dr. Oz, Dr. Laura. Essentially, if you are called "Doctor" (or have launched these "doctors" to stardom) and have a show you should be sent to a tiny room to fight it out to the death. Oh, let's throw Martha Stewart in there. I hate everything Martha Stewart. Except, I fear if I sent her to a room to duke it out she would prevail.
3. I think I'm just saying we should get rid of TV. Yeah, let's do that.
4. Blogs that are only pictures, with nothing of substance.
Phew. I feel better. On a brighter note, I don't have to go to internship today because it's Veteran's Day!
I got one... but rest assured that I'll be back. I'm bent sideways over people comparing the state of our economy (or recession) to the great depression. We, as a nation, are not starving. Back then, we as a nation WERE starving. We're in a slump, yes. But we are far from broke. Case in point, I'm going to a country where 42% of the population makes less than $1.25 a day. Our country is in good shape. I'm tired of people complaining about this problem and trying to fix that ailment. The messes we're in, I blame on fixing stuff that wasn't necessarily broke.
I'm also tired of people talking about health care. Or rather, how great OTHER countries health care is. For example, back to this India trip I'm taking, I mentioned it to someone. They replied with, "I hear they have great health care." To which I responded (to myself of course because I don't like to argue anything that is opinion), "really? They're honestly more worried about health care than feeding their children? Where are our/their priorities. Food is first.
Call me self centered, but I'm getting great health care and have received many advantageous offerings from Big Pharma. I had to pay for these benefits of course, but I got 'em.
There's no such thing as a free lunch. Or free health care. Or free haircuts. Or free cars. Everything has a price. Sometimes that price is monetary, some times it's not. But there is always a price.
Wow. Nice. Breathing now.
Oh Yeah. I'm with Lars. The CJane, nienie crowd needs a little more variety. They're all so very predictable. I don't like predictable. Also, dear Larsie, note that my life is perfect because it's not perfect. Teeheehee. My husband however? Spouse? He's HOT. And rich. And kind. And giving. And never gets upset. And dotes on my like a fresh daisy.
I am tired of in-laws who enable their horrible children and treat their kids who are trying to live good lives like they are the bad guys.
By the way thanks for the helping me access the shirt it will be worth the price I know.
Winder, you should mess with them. They want bad? Show 'em bad. Well, not show, 'cause I don't want you getting a DUI or anything bad like that. But maybe you could just talk like you're doing bad stuff.
YES.
I am sick of smug pregnant women. I am sick of women who get pregnant, stay pregnant, have babies, then do it again. I am sick of all of you! Life isn't fair! And if you tell me to relax and enjoy my husband one more time I will pop you in the mouth. I don't care, I'm going to admit it, this may make me a bad example of a woman but here it is: I am having TOO MUCH SEX and I NEED A BREAK.
And thank you for the Where The Wild Things Are call-out! It was a weird movie based on a book that barely had twenty words in it, and all of those monster costumes had snotty noses. That is not art, that is disgusting.
Now that I'm on the subject, I'm sick of all these emo girl bloggers with the bangs who center align their posts and never use capitals and go on and on about their polas. arrrghghgh. Get an identity, ladies! The clone thing isn't so cute.
Amen to Jessica on TV news media. Glen Beck in particular. Barf.
This always makes me feel so much better. Thank you Megan for this hallowed and sacred space.
I'm with Rabid on the overdramatic and, let's be honest, ignorant comparisons.
The one I find most appalling is the use of "nazi" and "Hitler" with any politician or American institution people disagree with whether it's Congress or a political party. I spent 12 years in Hebrew school learning about the Holocaust and let me assure you, we're far from having a system where such atrocities could ever happen (barring Japanese containment camps during WWII but don't get me started on that).
Most times I've heard it, the person saying it had a flagrant disregard for what this comparison would ever truly mean. They also missed out on how it trivializes what really happened. As a Jew, it is deeply offensive for me to hear people say these things off the cuff - especially when it's usually hyperbolic political dribble.
LMAO off at NatTheFatRat's comment:
"It was a weird movie based on a book that barely had twenty words in it, and all of those monster costumes had snotty noses. That is not art, that is disgusting."
Also remembered a hilarious "Stuff White People Like" post about "Where the Wild Things Are": http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.com/2009/07/13/127-where-the-wild-things-are/
NatTheFatRat - I love you. "TOO MUCH SEX and I NEED A BREAK." I don't have kids, and I'm not trying, but I can't imagine HAVING to have sex every other day. I mean I love my husband, but being forced to have sex takes all the fun out of it.
and the polas?! oh, the freakin' polas.
You know what bugs? Holier than thou Mac snobs. I'd like to give a shout out to all us po' folks and our PC's. So what if you have to buy a knew one every two years. ;)
What is a "pola"?
Great question! What is a pola? I'm tired of blogger nomenclature and the presumtion that all of us know it. (Insert cheesy where the wild things are monster grin here.) I'm also tired of the toy isle at Target. Can we leave now?
Ah! I have way to much to say response-wise to write out on my phone while sitting in my car before an appt. Can't wait to get to my computer tonight!
pola: Poor Overweight Lard Asses.
Okay, just kidding. I have no idea what we're talking about here.
I asked Jessica since for some reason none of my comments are posting here. It means polaroids.
NatTheFatRat-I just went to your blog and realized that we have the same stomping grounds, small little world. And thank you for adding Glen Beck to the mix of media.
You can't deny that the line of: "Then cried (insert your name in the third person here), let the wild rumpus start" isn't only classy but amazing. I mean that just has come hither written all over it. "Take me now or lose me forever" has nothing on that. And picturing a cheesy monster grin with snot dripping out of one's nose while carrying you, I mean wow, can it get much better? I think not people. This must be what Rabid id talking about when she painted her perfectly imperfect life of daisies. I dare to dream of such things, except mine includes rad-tails, not mo-hawks. Yep I called the rat-tail a rad-tail, rebranding seems to be the latest trend these days. Rad-tails are bringing sexy back.
Bandwagons. I am ANTI-Bandwagon. Be original, people!
Women who complain about being pregnant. The chances are high (very HIGH) that among the people they are talking to is someone who has suffered a loss. Be grateful, for goodness sake.
That leads me to another big one. INGRATITUDE.
Oh, and the flu. It stinks.
I have enjoyed reading this SO very much. I have plenty to gripe about, but my little man needs to eat, so Mamma's got to provide the goods.
I'll have to do a quick Terminator borrow...
"I'll be back."
Wild rumpus sounds kind of naughty. "Hey honey, wanna have a wild rumpus tonight after the kids go to bed?"
Now that my children are napping and I am eating a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch, I can clear my head and look for my annoyed thoughts. Let's see... there they are!
I think I said this last time but I will say it again. Food bloggers that only post someone else's recipes. WHY BLOG IF YOU AREN'T MAKING YOUR OWN SHIZZ?
Cream of something soup. People, it isn't good. Give me any dish that you think is good and has cream of crap soup in it and I can promise you I can fix it and make it taste great without it.
People proclaiming "cleanliness is next to Godliness" and their homes are absolute garbage dumps.
Being invited to blogging lunches and seminars for the main purpose of "networking". I got one today that actually said "11:30-12:00 - Lunch and networking." Why can't we call it lunch and meeting new people and making new friends? Rest assured, I told the people that I can't go.
Blogging people! Oh, the blogging people. I have been to a few little blogging events where the main purpose is to talk about yourself and your blog and convince people to look at your blog and love you. People even have business cards they hand out so you can remember their blog. They go on their phones during the event to twitter about who they are sitting next to and who they have met. When taking pictures, they have to make sure they get a picture with a blogger who is more popular than them. When I go to lunch, I like good conversation and gossip. You don't get those at blogging lunches. BORING.
The hype behind Pizzeria 712 and Communal. The trend is killing me.
People who complain about being pregnant.
Designer jeans. Yes, my Sevens fit like a glove and make my ass look divine. But it isn't logical to spend well over $100 for a pair of jeans. And I feel like I can say that because my jeans were a gift. HA!
The fact that I have to drop some serious cash for Jack's new orthodics. I told him today that if he lost them, I wouldn't stop crying for a week.
Speaking of feet, my husband getting absolutely screwed with his feet and how it has effected my life and my children's lives. It just isn't fair.
A word on CJane and Nie Nie. Yes, they are insanely popular. CJane is a good writer and she is genuine. Nie's story is captivating and whether you want to admit it or not, it helps you reflect on your own life. Having said that, there are boat loads of bloggers out there who also write well, have great content and are cool people and people just don't know about them. It's sad really.
Oh, I forgot one. And I have been waiting to get it out.
Pioneer Woman.
There isn't a more narcissistic blog out there. Is nothing in your life sacred and private?
Oh what a wicked love I have for this day of the month.
This line makes me want to barf:
"... last week we had to opportunity to ____"
You had the opportunity? It wasn't like some magical gates opened to you and it was a once in a lifetime chance. It was just going to your mom's house, etc!
All valid points Rookie. I don't deny that CJane is an amazing writer. I have found her blog to be quite entertaining. And the Nie story is captivating like you said and does call for interpersonal reflection. I don't deny that both blog authors are most likely amazing women who have endured many trials. Sharing those trials with the world is commendable.
My stance on the hype is that so many blog perusers are solely focused on that story when, like you said, there are so many more out there. As a counselor I see some of the worst situations of the crap filled barrel and yet their stories go unheard because society often can't swallow them, it isn't the "glad game". Everyone faces trials, but facing them alone I think would be much harder than facing them with an army of love and support.
Megan, you should give an award for the best bitcher. Some of these are hilarious. NatTheRat kills me. And Chelsea's last comment was brilliant.
I have just now picked up the gasp off my keyboard. Bloggers actually hand out business cards? Fer reals? Wow. And have lunches to Network? Are they trying to hook you up to some multi-level marketing enterprise?) Why don't we all figure a way to turn the blogger world into a multi-level-money-making-scheme. We could all be part of Megan's down line.
Rookie, is homemade cream of soup okay? Cause I make a rockin' cream o' potato.
Here's more spewage for today's rant:
I'm SICK and TIRED of my running buddies winning all the time. I never win anything. It's a serious drag. Especially since I'm not far behind them. Sure I could enter myself into one of those no-body-goes type races, but that's cheating. I'm no cheat.
I also feel it's a grave disservice that most of the American Public requires a Certified Public Accountant to properly file their taxes. Fine if we have to pay taxes, but do you have to make it so darned complicated? The complication of the tax code is what provides my job, so I should be grateful. However, in the interest of the public good, I would gladly surrender my job to a flat tax. (I'd surrender my chest too, but that's already flat.)
And yet another(hopefully last) thing: I don't like that fruit ferments. I realize it's good for making liquor, but it is rather inconvenient for the kitchen. For the first time yesterday, I made hummus. As luck would have it, I had only one lemon. So I reached into the fridge for the RealLemon stuff, squirted it into the bonzo beans, and turned on the chopper. I was excited. I was a homemade hummus vestal and was about to partake. But wouldn't you know, that RealLemon stuff was RealRotten and fermented. Spoiled the whole batch.
Lars, are you a palouser? Get out!
FYI Rookie I just wanted to clarify the why on my CJane slash Nie comment. Not waging war, figured I may need to clarify that since text has no tone and didn't want you to think I was getting in a hissy. I'm not, none at all. Think this here thread is a delight and rather humorous.
P.S. Wild Rumpus does sound naughty, that is why it is so great.
I just thought of another thing and I promise it will be my last. But it's along the lines of Chelsea's comment.
When people pray, why do they say "Please bless that the food will be nourishing and strengthening to our bodies". Science has proven how nutritional food it and what it does for our bodies. You don't have to ask God to make it so, it automatically does. Unless you are praying they your fried chicken will give you nourishment. Good luck with that. Why bless the food at all? Why not say "We are grateful that this food gives us strength and energy and that it is a good source of nutrition."
Okay. Last one. Promise.
FAMILY FRICKIN REUNIONS.
NatTheRat, Indeed I am. I was taken a back to see you live in Moscow as well. I technically am now in CDA for my last two semesters but I still have to return to the main campus frequently. I lived in Moscow for nearly four years. Do you loathe it or love it?
I think the problem with CJane and Nienie is there are masses of bloggers who want to be like them. Thus making the blog world thousands of CJane and Nienie knock-offs.
Lars, I loathe it AND love it, duh. We kick outta town in May when my husband graduates and while I'll be relieved to join civilization I'll also be dead heartbroken, this place is some kind of something huh. Next time you're in town we should eat at the Q'doba, the classiest joint in town!
You hit the nail Rabid! Amen and Amen.
Well, I think this is going down as one of the best posts in history! You are one of the few bloggers that I come back to to read the comments.
The Pola's are the polaroid group. ooh and the TTV group. Go back to the 70's people.
Rabid- you don't even know. Ethan's family reunions go like this.
Drive to a giant campground in Arizona. Pay $40 for each person in your family. Camp for 3 days with OVER 700 OTHER FAMILY MEMBERS. Have your kids get really dirty and have them eat nothing but fruit snacks and graham crackers the entire time.
Hell no.
I am sick of my wretched PhD exams. Although, I felt somewhat vindicated today when one of my committee members bitched about the length of the paper I had to write for another committee member. That's right, Mr. Profe, 50-70 pages of good content in one week *is* too much to ask!!
I am tired of the way my husband's family treats him. I hate the yelling. I hate the way they still treat him like he's their 15-year-old younger brother. It makes me feel like they look down on me for having married him.
I am tired of being fat and I am tired of being too lazy to do something about it.
I am so sick of having a phone number just close enough to the local orthodontist's that I get a call just about every morning at 7 am from someone who needs to cancel their appointment. At least my voicemail that says "This is not an orthodontist's office, PLEASE don't leave a message for the orthodontist" provides laughs for some people. Although, on that note, I am tired of people leaving joke messages for the orthodontist. DAD.
Wow. I feel better. Thanks for that!
Rookie, at first I read campground as compound and thought holy hannah what kind of re-union is that and can I be a fly on the wall. Oh silly eyeballs. Family re-unions in our household are funerals. The suspense of when they are held makes them that much more delightful.
I should clarify that I like my PhD program. I just hate the institutionalized hazing that is involved at each step.
I have more.
Jon and Kate Gosslin and people who dressed up as them for Halloween. Seriously, you are only feeding into the circus.
Hollister. I HATE that store. Mainly because its stench and how it can flatten you just by coming withing 20 feet of the front door. It smells like high school, and who wants to do high school again.
Wyoming irritates me. The whole state, all of it, it irritates me to no end.
Women who call people a "douche bag." Its bad enough when men use it, but its infinitely worse when women use it.
- Red painted accent walls/kitchens.
- Slang for genetalia. Va-jay-jay, pussy, dick, etc.
Thanks for clearing up what "pola" is - I figured it wasn't a reference to a Japanese cosmetics company or the Port of Los Angeles.
I enjoy reading CJane and Nienie's blogs mostly because I'm not Mormon and I don't live in Utah so it's all new to me.
Megan - Your blog is especially hilarious and is always a reprieve for me while I'm in cube world at work!
Polas? I only knew it meant polaroid because I used to read a blog written by a girl who loved polaroid film and was so sad it was being taken away, and blah, blah, blah. Stopped reading the blog shortly there after. Please do not mistake my knowledge of "polas" to mean that I am hip (as though ANYone would think I was hip).
Another gripe that I encountered today: people who walk slowly. They just mosey along like they've nowhere to go. Yes, I know, when I'm shopping I should walk slowly, but I don't. I can't. So, I think others should walk fast too!
I'm so glad I can do this here and not at my husband. I am so sick and tired of being fat and feeling ugly and not being able to do anything about it because he is never home and I cannot go and work out. I am sick of him offering me his ideas of how I could work out at home. No thanks, I'm not subscribing to the workouts that he is forced to do at the academy. I'd rather just have him home so I can go and do what works best for me. He doesn't get it that if I feel good about myself I will be a much happier person all around.
Ahhh...see that probably would have led into an argument and I would have come off looking insensitive to what he is going through right now. I'm glad the eleventh was on a day when I want to explode about this.
No one will get this but me, but that's usually how most of my points go anyway so on we go!
Today I am particularly annoyed with people who
a. don't know how to say "sorry"
b. fail to take responsibility
and on a distantly related note:
c. attempt to cash in on the laurels of others. I don't care who you know, how they are related to you (or me), and how freaking good their game was the other night. You updating your Facebook status to reflect any of the above makes me want to vomit and slap you in the face for being a moron.
Though in reality I'd say douchebag, because I like that word, and I'm not sorry about either.
and also, facebook
I really hate facebook
I really hate people from my hometown finding me on facebook
If I haven't talked to you in 10 years it's probably on purpose...
I'm also from Wyoming, so it looks like me and Julie probably won't be friends anytime soon.
Don't hold it against me though, I hate Hollister too.
I don't hold it against you, Kalli Ko, that would be dumb. My hatered for douchebag and Wyoming are more specific reasons rather than just general ones. I'm not a hater of people, just my current circumstances which involve women using that term and Wyoming. In 3 weeks Wyoming will again be in good standing, but the women...or maybe I should say woman using that term will most likely remain an irritating carbuncle in my life.
Douchebag is a terrible word, but it has to be used sometimes. Some people's actions and personalities facilitate the need for the word douchebag. But I am a girl and I think I shouldn't say it. So like Megan said, I just call them a Summer's Eve. Or a DB.
And because I care, here is the SNL video "Lord and Lady Douchebag"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K_b3oPslctA
ah the SNL skit, a personal favorite
and I applaud you for your use of carbuncle
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