Also In My Axis Of Evil: Puppy Potty-Training, Cheesecake, and Unpunctuated Office Emails
Pet peeves. We all have them, whether we can list them in order of most peevish or not. (I can’t. I love lists, and list-making, but I’ve never been good with ordering them.) They aren’t particularly bright and shining moments in our repertoires of patience, understanding and good will toward men, but they are real, and (in my experience at least) they tend to creep up in abundance when we’re already having less than stellar days.
Today for me was one of those days, and while I won’t go into the nitty gritty (and probably snoring boring) details about the who, when, and why of my less than favorite Thursday, I will, in the spirit of the Holiday Season all things Grinch-like, share with you my very own List Of That Which Vexes Me, Today Anyway, In No Particular Order, Because I’m Pretty Sure They All Peeve Me Equally:
- Bicyclists who, while on the road, want the same rights as cars but don’t use lights, don’t stop at stop signs, don’t so much as wave a finger when they decide to suddenly turn left, but DO weave in and out of cars, as if they were riding BIKES, and not traversing the road like cars.
- Bad guest stars on Law & Order: SVU.
- Passive-aggressive supervisors.
- The sound a bag of potato chips makes when someone is opening it.
- Over-priced pints.
- How great I am at misplacing my various keys.
- Movies that are so heavily edited for t.v. that it doesn’t make any sense to watch them. Especially if you like said movies, and probably already own them. But you want to watch them on t.v., you see, because it’s convenient, and because your dvd player has still yet to be hooked up, even though you unpacked it a month ago.
- LeAnn Rimes
- Parking garages that don’t advertise how much they are charging you hourly.
- Parking garages that don’t tell you they are “Private, for monthly members only, but instead say “PARKING. ENTER HERE.”
- Parking garages.
A List Of That Which Spins My Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day Right ‘Round Right Quick:
- Deciding I’m going to walk and/or take public transportation to work tomorrow.
- A mostly unexpected visit from babycarrot sister and brother Will.
- Hummus.
- Raising Arizona.
- The way Chris can quote almost every line in Raising Arizona, songs included.
- The way Iggy is soundly sleeping on my feet right now while I’m sitting at my desk writing this.
Ah that horrible sound of the potato chip bag. Not quite metal, not quite plastic…it’s melastic. And it’s horrible. I agree.
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“It’s melastic” made me laugh so hard. Also: another! great t-shirt slogan. (My brain thinks in t-shirt slogans. I CANNOT turn it off.)
Ha! I have a passive-aggressive supervisor too and she annoys the crap out of me. Happy Friday!
I am right there with you on the inconsiderate bicyclists. Downtown Minneapolis is rife with them. Hate!
“Son, you got a panty on yer head.” Love that movie!
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I’m all for bicyclists sharing the road, you know? But I just don’t understand why, if they want to be treated like cars, and given the same rights as cars, that they don’t behave like cars. Double standard? Yes, please.
(Great Odin’s Raven, that movie is genius.)
Just voicing a pet peeve can be incredibly therapeutic.
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It is rather nice. I was a bit scared someone was going to stone me for admitting I hate cheesecake with the fire of a thousand suns. But, hey! no stones. No stones is good.
My husband and I refer to our yet-to-be-conceived first child as Nathan Junior. In fact, at our wedding my husband wanted to say, “You bet I do.” I know this needs no further explanation for you. And that makes me happy.
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The fact that you refer to your yet-to-be-conceived son as “Nathan Junior” makes ME happy.
They’ve got a name for people like you H.I. That name is called “recidivism.”
Repeat offender!
Not a pretty name, is it H.I.?
No, sir. That’s one bonehead name, but that ain’t me any more.
Bike riders in Chicago scare me when I am driving! They are so ballsy. I swear the come out of the woodwork and dodge in and out of traffic. It’s just crazy.
I want to slap those rude people on bikes. I wish I had a little metal hand on the side of my car that would do it for me.
“Passive Aggressive Supervisors” jumped out at me like a flying cockroach on a mission.
Thems the worst.
Hi Kerrianne!
LeAnn Rimes…haha!
Agreed on the edited for TV movies (hyphens were needed there, I know, but I’m too lazy).
Hi, basic cable! Natural Born Killers? NOT GONNA WORK.