1. People who don't wash their hands after going to the bathroom in a public place.
I'll admit... I don't wash my hands much after I go at home. Mostly because there aren't a million people using my bathroom... it's just me and Brian. And the way I see it, I'm going to end up with any germs he has anyway and vice versa. Even the boys don't use our bathroom really. But when I'm in a public place like a restaurant or the ball field or at work, I make sure I wash my hands.
What's awesome about our restrooms at work is everything works by using a sensor. The only thing you have to touch is the stall handle and latch. The sinks and the paper towel dispensers are all automatic. So the whole "I don't want to touch the sinks or towel dispensers" excuse is not a very good one. Even if you didn't want to touch anything that has had other peoples' nasty unwashed hands on it, then don't even bother going to the bathroom because you still have to touch the stall doors. And to make the "I'm in a hurry" excuse invalid, they also have Purell dispensers on the wall as you're leaving the room. But this person in the restroom couldn't be bothered to utilize the germ killing liquid on the wall either. GROSS.
2. Slow drivers.
I drive fast. Plain and simple. (Unless it's dark outside and then I go the speed limit because I have horrible night vision.) But what really gets me are those people that go 10MPH UNDER the speed limit. Do they not know that you can get a ticket for going too slow?! And it gets me even more when these people want to drive in THE FAST LANE. The second lane is there for a reason. Do I have road rage, you ask? Damn right I do. GET OUT OF THE WAY! And the people that like to get right beside someone driving in the slow lane and then go the same speed irritates the hell out of me. What if the person behind these two morons is having an emergency in the car and they have to get around them to get somewhere? If you're going to go the same freaking speed anyway, then why not either pass them and get in the lane in front of them or slow down and pull in behind them? There's no reason for it. End of story.
My husband happens to be one of these drivers. He doesn't do the whole "drive right beside someone on the highway" thing, but he's one of the "I'm going to go 10MPH slower just because I feel like it" people. It irritates me to no end to ride in the car with him driving just as I'm sure as it irritates him to ride in the car with me driving.
3. Finding a formerly white sock in the washer with a load of colors.
I take a lot of time to make sure the clothes are sorted correctly before putting them in the washer. But somehow, that ONE white sock ALWAYS manages to get in the washer with things that it shouldn't be washed with. I have found a cure for this one though... I now wear colored socks. I have socks with hearts, stripes, and polka dots. Some socks are one color... some of them are many colors. I try to match them with what I wear, but that doesn't always seem to happen. Like today... I have on jeans and a t-shirt that's kind of a tan color with a big heart on it that is a peach and coral color and that spells LOVE on one side of the heart. My socks? They start with a pink stripe at the top, followed by grey, turquoise, grey, yellow, grey, orange, grey, red, grey, then back to pink, grey, blue, grey, and finally yellow again. They don't even come close to matching my shirt, but hey, no one saw my socks today, so it's ok.
4. My menstrual cycle. (If you don't want to hear about it, then skip over it...)
I really do not like it. I know no woman does, but I'm not sure how many womens' bodies change like mine does. First is the cramps. Yes, I know every other woman gets cramps too, but mine are to the point where taking medicine (Mydol included) does not help take the pain away unless I take more than the recommended dosage. The only thing that really helps get rid of my cramps is a heating pad. I had one that plugs into the wall so I could use it at night, but the dog decided the cord was a chew toy not too long ago, so I don't want to use it anymore. Kind of afraid I'll get electrocuted. So now I get the little ones that ThermaCare makes to stick onto the inside of your underwear so I can get at least some relief. ThermaCare took these off the shelves for a while saying they got too hot and were burning people's skin so I bought ones for shoulders and used them the way the menstrual ones are supposed to be used. (I would think that people would have the sense to take them off when they were getting too hot, but it was probably just someone looking for a high payout lawsuit - you don't need common sense for those.) But when it's 90+ degrees outside, it makes it incredibly hard to put one of those on. (It is kinda nice in the winter though - just the heat from the heating pad, not the cramps...) I get seriously bloated. As in last month, I gained 3lbs just at that time. The "girls" hurt like crazy. They hurt with a normal bra, they hurt without a bra, they hurt if I lay on my side to sleep. The only way I can get them to NOT hurt is if I lay completely flat on my back or if I wear an incredibly tight sports bra so it holds them in place to where they can't move... at all. And my mood is horrible... as I'm sure my husband, parents, siblings, and certain friends can attest to if asked... the slightest thing will set me off. This is normally the time where I find myself hiding out in my bedroom so I won't go off on anyone.
5. High payout lawsuits.
Since I talked about them in #4, I need to elaborate for a minute. Whoever the judge was in the case that ruled in favor of the person who sued McDonalds because their coffee was too hot and burned them when it was spilled needs a freaking reality check. If the coffee was any colder, they would have more than likely sued anyway saying they got frostbite in their mouth. Same goes for the judge who ruled in favor of the person who sued Winnebago because they thought if they put their RV on cruise control, they could get up and go fix something in the little kitchenette. There's NO WAY this person thought the RV could drive itself! If you don't have even that much common sense, then that person has no business driving anyway! This person most likely spent a few years reading the owners manual for his RV over and over and over and over again to come up with something that wasn't included in the manual so he could sue and get a boat load of cash.
6. People on welfare that have nicer things than people with jobs.
I've touched on this before I believe, but I can't stand when I go somewhere and someone is paying for their groceries with food stamps but has a Gucci or Chanel purse. It makes no sense to me at all. Now, I have known people with food stamps that will "sell" them to people that are not on welfare. They basically trade them for cash so they can go and buy things that food stamps can't purchase. But isn't that the whole point of food stamps?! It's federal assistance to help people buy FOOD. If you don't need the food stamps to get food, then you don't need to be on welfare at all! Better yet... GO GET A JOB!
7. Parents that focus on themselves and not their kids.
I have one of these. If you have read my blog called Old Lies, you'll know who it is. So growing up knowing that myself or my siblings were not very high on my biological mother's priority list makes this one a REALLY BIG pet peeve.
I can't stand when I go to a store and there's a woman that's got her hair done - colored, highlighted, a nice cut, styled with loads of product - nails done, high end name brand clothes... the works... but her kids have shoes with holes, holes in their clothes, dirty skin, and greasy hair. It takes every ounce of restraint I have to keep my mouth shut when I see that.
8. Parents that have kids, but don't bother with them.
Again, if you have read my "Old Lies" blog, you know where I'm coming from already. Growing up with this as well makes it something I am very "passionate" (as Brian calls it) about, especially since this is something that the boys have been dealing with for most of their lives.
I can't stand it when parents don't care enough about their kids to be an actual parent. Maybe they don't know what the definition of "parent" is? Well here, let me define it for them:
- Parent (verb) p-air-ent: Someone, regardless of biology, that takes care of a child. This means feeding, clothing, housing, and educating the child. It also includes supporting the child both financially and emotionally, disciplining the child when necessary, guiding the child into making correct choices, making sure they are healthy, and putting the child's needs before your own.
If you aren't doing all of those then, in my opinion, you are not acting like a parent. Notice I made the definition to include the word being a verb. (Most) Anyone can contribute an egg or sperm to physically make a child, but it takes much MUCH more than that to be a parent. And if you are not equipped with the ability to do everything in that definition, then you don't need to call yourself a parent. Too many people out there contribute the body parts to make a child but then either can't or won't act like a parent.
I can kind of understand the "can't" be a parent. (If you CAN'T be a parent, then you need to make sure you're taking precautionary measures to prevent that from happening. But I do understand that condoms break and birth control is not 100% preventative.) But when you CAN'T be a parent, that's where the adoption system comes in. There are plenty of people out there that are more than willing to be a parent to your child. It's when people WON'T be a parent that gets under my skin.
Like I said, the boys are dealing with this still because they have a biological parent that WON'T actually be a parent to them. (Those of you that know me and are close to me know most, if not all, of the details. If you want details, all you have to do is ask. If I start writing on all of the details now, I'll be up all night and into early hours of the morning writing.) It absolutely kills me when they get upset over it because I know where they're coming from. I know how it feels. I know what the hurt and the pain and the anger feels like. And at this point, I refuse to allow them to be hurt any longer. They're KIDS - they deserve a happy life, not a depressed one.
9. Fingernails on a chalkboard.
I HATE to hear that sound. It makes me involuntarily cringe. I don't like it when my body does things that I don't tell it to do.
10. CDs that skip.
Who still has CDs anymore? This girl right here. Yes, I have an mp3 player. But I also love to listen to my CDs from "back in the day". And amazingly, I still know most of the words to most of the songs on them. But when the CD starts to skip - which most of mine have - it's a total mood killer. Not the sexy kind of mood - well, yea, ok, that kind too - but when I listen to my CDs, it's like taking a trip down memory lane. If I didn't like the memories attached to those CDs, then I would have gotten rid of them a LONG time ago. There are stories that go along with most of the CDs that I still have. I have my practice CDs from choir in high school. I have the CD from the levy rally where my choir sang with John Legend. I have a CD that my dad burned for me just out of nowhere. I have some CDs that I can listen to when I'm sad or when I'm in a lovey-dovey mood. But when they start to skip, it totally ruins it.
Well, that's it for this edition of Pet Peeves. I'm sure there will be another installment at some point! Thanks for reading!!
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