My Pet Peeves

First of all, I decided to take down my post from yesterday. I vented it out, which I needed. I got some good feedback from you, thank you. And it's done. So, I don't want it staying out there to cause more drama than it needs to. From now on, it is between me and C, TJ, and his primary leaders. Nuff, said.

Now that that's behind us, I have some more complaining to do. Big surprise, I know. But, after this, I promise to be more upbeat. I mean I AM leaving for Hawaii at the end of this week. Now that's something to celebrate!!

So, here are a few of my recent pet peeves.

1. I'm always claiming that I am the complete opposite of OCD. Well, there is just one thing about me, that might be the tiniest bit OCD. That is the way my groceries are bagged. If they do it wrong, it drives me CRAZY. And I try to make it easy for them. When I'm taking things out of the cart, to put them on the counter to check out, I arrange them by category: produce, frozen, refrigerated, boxes, cans, non-food, etc. You get the idea. And I always leave a space between the different categories so there's no mistaking. And yes, it does irritate me when the worker comes to help me empty my cart, because he's not going to arrange it on the counter the way I like. I find myself rearranging stuff on the counter after he puts it on.

So, yesterday, at the grocery store, I did just that, making it really easy to see how I want my groceries bagged. During the checkout the bagger was placing bags in my cart. He put one bag on top and I noticed he put the vegetables, and the shampoo in the same bag. Wha the huh? So, I simply pulled all of the non-food items out of the bag, and said I didn't want shampoo leaking onto my vegetables, so will you please put them in a different bag. Then, when I was loading them into my car, I noticed that the 5 cans of food I had purchased were put in the same bag as the bread. ARRGGHHH! Who puts cans and bread together? Any idiot knows the bread will get smashed.

So, my pet peeve is people who don't use logic when bagging groceries.



2. Long sleeve shirts. I have man-arms. No, seriously, I'm not joking. I have a long body, and broad shoulders. And it seriously BUGS me that whenever I buy long sleeve shirts they don't go all the way to my wrists. And if I go up in size then the shirt is just baggy, and unflattering. I am of the opinion that if you wear clothes that are too big for you, it makes you look bigger, rather than smaller. I just want my clothes to fit! I also hate short pants, too. I'm always scouring the racks for long fit jeans. They are hard to find. And I'm only 5'7''. I'm pretty average height. If I have a hard time finding pants long enough, how do people taller than me find pants? The world of tall women should revolt, and start a new clothing store of just apparel for tall people. They have a petite section for short people. Why don't they have a tall section?



3. People crossing the street, slowly. As a runner, I am often in category of pedestrian. And when I cross the street, or come to an intersection, I run as fast as I can across. Especially if there is a car waiting for me to cross. It drive me insane when people cross the street, thinking that just because they have the right of way, that the should mosey along, slower than tar. That's just rude. It is common courtesy that when you know someone is waiting for you, even if you are on foot, and they are in a car, to hurry and get out of their way.

Same goes for people walking/driving slow. Move over, and let the person behind you pass. If you want to go slow, that's your prerogative, but don't hold up the line/traffic just for spite. It's rude!

I couldn't resist posting this picture. 100 points if you know who/what this picture is!

4. People who feel the need to discipline my children in front me. That is probably the worst insult you could ever give me. Because in my mind, that is your way of telling me that you don't think I'm doing a good job as a parent, and there is a need for intervention. It undermines my authority, and discredits me in front of my kids.

I'm sure people have good intentions, but it's none of their business.

Strangers DO NOT know what's best for my children more than I do. So back off.