Not sure why, but I'm just in the mood to talk about a few things I hate. Not that I'm in a grumpy mood, I'm not. More a pensive mood, a mood of self-discovery and a mood that feels like sharing this self-discovery with all of cyber-space (a bit self-important, I know). Lucky readers, here are a few things I hate, in no particular order:
1. Negative, viral campaign e-mails. It's just lying, spreading rumors and gossip. How is this OK, especially by those who consider themselves the Religious Right or The Keepers of Good Values? I haven't been to church in a while, but I'm pretty sure there are commandments and such about that shiz.
2. Raw onions. They are just so wrong. I can do an onion-ring. I can do carmelized. I can do french onion soup. Love roasted veggies including onion. Hate, hate, hate finding a raw onion in a salad of any type (green, pasta, and especially hard to find in potato salad). And don't get me started on those little nasty ass bits of disgustingness they try to pass for onion on McDonalds cheeseburgers. I think those actually started my hate-affair with onions as a child.
3. The phone. OK, hate may be a little strong. But I really don't love to answer the phone. I know it's necessary, and I do like to stay in the loop. But there is little I dislike more than being in the middle of, oh just about anything, and hearing the phone ring. The problem, who is sitting around doing nothing waiting for the phone to ring? And calling people, almost borders on a phobia for me. Yay, facebook! I am working on both, I promise y'all. I actually got rid of caller ID so that curiousity gets the better of me and I answer. But I WILL NOT run for the phone. I have issues, I am aware.
4. KSL talk radio and people who think that because someone said it on the radio, it must be true and EVERYONE feels that way. Makes me want to FREAK OUT!!! 'Nuff said.
5. Country music. Well, more like 95% of country music. It just couldn't be any more cliched, trite and overly sentimental. Who honestly likes to go around feeling mushy all the time? I guess it just makes me feel manipulated into feeling whatever it is they are going for, and I hate overt manipulation. Every so often I catch M in his room listening to country and I know it's when he's just feeling sad and wants to wallow in his poor, sorry, 8 year old life. Which is probably why people listen to country music in the first place. I guess I'm just not a fan of wallowing. I thank my mother for passing along this trait (though I certainly didn't enjoy it at 13, and I know my fam damily doesn't always appreciate it either. Tough!).
6. The ticket redemption prize counter at any arcade. Makes me want to PULL MY HAIR OUT! If that was the last job on earth, I would starve. Truly. I so admire a little old man who works behind the counter at the arcade in the Eureka in Mesquite Nevada. He asked my kids how many tickets they had, looked like he was thinking long and hard, and suggested what he thought must surely be the perfect prize for each kid that, amazingly enough, used up almost all their tickets. Then he would round up how many they still had by a few and give them another prize. Wham bam, done! And my kids just thought he was like Santa, picking out such great prizes. I knew he had just learned to get them in, and out! Oh, so wise.
7. Taking my darlings to the grocery store, especially together. Oh the fighting, the whining, the running around, the whacking, the obnoxiousness. For some reason, at the grocery store, or even more so, IKEA (whose damn kinderland is ALWAYS full), turns them into the most rotten version of themselves possible. One kid, a doable trip. Both kids, not unless it is a major emergency. We will eat canned soup for days before I will take them both.
8. Nagging. I hate to nag and I hate to be nagged. My husband (whom I love dearly, don't get me wrong) is SUCH A NAG!! "Hurry-up! We're going to be late!", "Chew with your mouth closed, you sound like a cow", "Quit rocking that chair", "You know you want to wakeboard, why don't you just try. Come-on, I know you'll like it", and my particular favorite, "You're going to stay on budget this month, right?" asked almost daily. Makes me crazy. I don't think of myself as a nag, but I'm sure the boys would tell you differently. Mostly I nag when I can tell my dear husband is thinking things should be happening differently. Then I get all anxious about him freaking out, and I start to nag. So I'm going to blame it all on R. And the boys are certainly learning how to really lock-in for a good nag fest if they really think they can wear me down. Which unfortunately, sometimes they can, because I'm a sucker, if you must know the truth.
9. Pokemon and Yu-gi Oh! cards. I don't get it, I don't want to get it, I don't want to hear about it, I don't want to look at your cards, I don't want to hear about your amazing trade, I don't want to listen to your teacher bitch about you playing with them when you should be listening, I don't want to pick them up, I don't want to pay the ridiculous amount they cost, I don't want to hear you fighting with your brother about whose is whose. I don't want anything to do with them. They are dumb, please grow out of them.
10. The end of Summer. I always have such high hopes. It just doesn't last long enough to get everything done that I'd like to do. I worry as much as the kids do at the beginning of the school year about who their teacher is, and will it be a good match? How will the homework be? Which activities should we do? Summer is just so much easier. The kids can sleep as long as they need to. There is no rushing home in the evening to get them to bed by 8 o'clock. No homework or projects, just read whatever you want. Dinner when it happens. Outside play. I'd rather do yardwork than housework any day of the week. It just feels so sad when it's over. Bring on responsibility. Bring on the work. Bring on the cold and being stuck in the dumb house. Just sad. I wonder if people who live in San Diego feel this way.
11. People who live by the book. Always. Can't be logical. No commonsense. Must follow the rules. For instance, I took my 1999 Subaru to have the Safety and Emmisions test so I can register it, cuz it's 18 days late I already got myself out of one ticket. I took it to the same place I went last year. This year they won't pass the safety because the tint on the back window is over the brake light in that window, because it is on the inside of the hatchback door. Okkaayyy, but I've had this car for 9 years and this hasn't been a problem before, not even last year, at the same place. Supposedly the UHP is "really cracking down" on this monumental safety issue, except that I've never been pulled over for that, and when I did it was because MY CAR WASN'T REGISTERED! Not because I have tint in my windows that isn't very dark that covers an optional light that my car has had for 9 years!!! Sorry, that's the rule, you can razor blade around the light and scrape the tint off, it shouldn't look too shitty. Thanks dude, you're super neat.
12. People who write anonymous letters or call the cops. Just have the balls to ring my doorbell and talk to me about whatever it is that is making your ass twitch. My dog barking? Good to know! I'll make sure he's inside when we leave. Party too loud, we'll tone it down. Don't like the color I painted my front door? Bugger off, you don't have a say in my decorating decisions. Is it possible for an anonymous letter to be taken objectively? I don't think so, I think it puts people on the defensively instantly. And a visit from "the man"? Just gonna piss me off.
13. Stepping on a lego or matchbox car in the dark. Well I hate it in the light too now that I think about it. Those little buggers are sharp. Hate to admit it, but when one of the monkeys stepped on one and had quite a little gash, I secretly felt a little glad. See!?! It effin' hurts, huh! How about we pick them up when we are done playing? I don't feel one bit bad when they "accidentally" get vacuumed up. Accidents happen. It's a cold, cruel world.
14. Hornets, wasps, yellow-jackets and species of their ilk. I think they are taking over the world. I try to be an "organic" type and not use much in the way of chemicals. I don't kill spiders, I just put them outside. But those rotten, ever-present, stinging pests, I don't mind spraying with instantly deadly neurotoxin. Not one little bit. It's all I can do to stop myself from yelling, "die Mother F-er, die!". But I just say it in my head. Usually.
and to end this little love, er hate (love to hate?) fest...
15. Hummers, the 80's band Midnight Oil, Juniper bushes, kids not sleeping in the own bed, kid's fighting
all the time, unexpected expenses, those naked lady mudflaps and calvin peeing on stuff window decals, fake apologies, morning radio, myrtle spurge, "clever" news reporter banter, commercials, spam, health insurance (or the lack thereof), people that refuse to recycle, olympic judges that do a crappy job, getting older and saggier, when people want to talk while I'm obviously reading and can't possibly do both at the same time, when R wants to go to bed at 8 o'clock, not being able to go on vacation, Miley Cyrus (she just bugs!), and cantaloupe.
Well there. I hope you enjoyed my venomous spewing as much as I did. I feels GREAT to get all that off my chest. Have a fantastic day!