Grinding My Gears...continued

Since my last oh-so-poetic ode to car balls, I've decided to create a list of all the things that drive me crazy! So here it is, my top 10 pet peeves (in no paticular order):

1. Dogs in purses---They don't belong there, they have legs for a reason! Dogs aren't accessories, believe it or not they are ACTUALLY alive!!

2. Answering the phone during dinner--Maybe it's just how I was brought up, but if we are taking the time to go out to dinner or sit down to a nice homemade one, put your phone on hold for 15 flippin' mintes. Sitting in silence, picking at my chicken cordon bleu while you yack away in a conversation I can only hear half of for 10 minutes isn't my idea of an ideal way to spend my time. Spare me the bordom and just tell me you can't make dinner if it's that big of an issue.

3. People who say "Maybe"--"Maybe" isn't even an answer. It's either a three letter word or a two letter word, simple as that! I don't have the time to be dragged around for weeks before you finally decide if something better has come around or not. Take a leap of faith, give an answer, and (as I tell Juls) jump in the flippin' pool!

5. Sp-eidi--Normally I don't get caught up in celebrity gossip, what's hot and what's not, but I can't help but have very strong feeling about this Heidi/Spencer situation. You're not famous! You have contributed nothing to society but a bad record album, vanity, and a way for college kids to waste their time between classes making fun of you. They just don't seem to go away though, and I'm baffled in how they truly think people like them. I have yet to meet a Speidi fan, in fact.

6. Passive Aggression--This coming from one of the most passive aggressive people I know, but I hate that about myself and since I know it so well I am quick to recognize it in others (isn't it funny how your own bad flaws tend to drive you the craziest when you see them in other people for this very reason?). I wish so bad I could come right out and tell you when you piss me off, but instead I make snide comments, or manipulate things in hopes of you realizing what you did.

7. Scavengers--Before Orlando I had no issue with people coming over, grabbing a beer, maybe some chips and hanging out. Maybe it was because my friends were always kind enough to ask, or bring their own party materials, so that situation never really happened. I know some of us are low on cash, but cheating your way out of shot circles after having 4 or 5 of your friends buy a round is never acceptable (unless you have previously informed the parties involved--but then it wouldn't be considered "cheating your way out," now would it?). Asking, "Hey you want a shot?" and then expecting the person you asked to PAY is out of the question as well...think of someone other than yourself! (Although I do recall an incident in Tally, ET and I did this with random boys at the bar, but that was blatent and intended to be funny...I think). Niether is entering my house and grabbing anything you want out of my fridge or pantrey without asking, or the grand-daddy of all, leaving the mess for me to clean us. You can consider yourself no longer my friend at this point! Just ask, why would I say no?

8. Sad-Sacks--Stop feeling sorry for yourself already! It's not going to change anything!! Things go wrong, we all have bad days, and when you want to talk I will always be there, but there comes a time to move on. Your friends get sick of hearing all your sob stories. Plus, that is no way to live life. Life is shitty, but if you don't move on and see the good that's out there then it's going to get the best of you. TRY to see the good in your life!

9. Kids who totally ignore you--This is relavtively new for me! Recently the students at my school have found a new tactic to get under my skin: they totally ignore you. For example, one day when I was walking the kids to lunch there was a group of boys rough-housing, it was borderline fighting. I went over and started yelling for them to get going to the cafeteria. I was expecting the usual roll of the eyes, sucking the teeth, commets, but eventually moving on. No, I am standing in the middle of a circle of VERY big 8th grade boys SCREAMING and they are just looking right through me, laughing at each other. They don't move, they just pretend I don't exist. My blood was boiling!!!

10. Blocking the grocery aisle--OMG!!! I hate busy grocery stores as it is, but there is a certian code to follow when you go during a busy time! Rule #1, don't leave your cart in the middle of the aisle, so no one else with a cart can get around, whilst you search for that one paticular brand of green tea you like. Rule #2, don't bring your "John and Kate PLus 8" size family with you! This ACTUALLY happened to me this week, and I unfortnately timed it just so I entered the top of every aisle as they entered the bottom. Get your kids away from me, they aren't cute, I just want to get the damn milk and move on. Rule #3, if you are searching for a certian something and you see me waiting for you to move because the item I want is directly in front of you (and, let's face it, it's just plain akward to reach over into someone's "danger zone" for a can of peas), move to the size for a hot second! As you can see, I have very strong feelings about the situation!
**More to come about #10 and other "Crowd-ology" everyone needs to know, but doesn't when I finally write and publish my book.