Five Pet Peeves….Just Because
I try not to whine TOO much out here, but just for random fun this week:
Five of my pet peeves are:
1. Drugstores with card sections in which 99.99999999% of the cards are tacky and crude with cover art I could, honestly, skip altogether.
2. Packs of sticky notes that spend too much space on the yellow/orange spectrum and not enough on pinks and purples.
3. Raccoons that loiter around my house and, when I stomp and/or yell at them to take off, instead stay put and stare back at me with a “What??!!” expression on their faces.
5. Those wonderful, handy-dandy, revolutionary, newfangled ziplock bags in which so many groceries now come prepackaged and which, of course, DON’T ZIP.
What about you? Need a quick vent? Keep it light and not too mean and toss a peeve into the comments. 🙂
As to #4 – is that Hummers as in Humvees, or as in people who don’t know the words? 🙂
Definitely the car, because, otherwise, I’d be one of my own pet peeves!
I have two post-it pads next to my desk that would meet with your aoproval . . . one pink and one purple. 🙂
I’m cutting way back on sending cards . . . better for the planet and my pocketbook.
I use post it notes instead!
Not a bad idea. I do love when I find a funny card, though.
I hate packages of food that have “Easy Open” stamped on them and I can’t get them to open!!!! AGH! 🙂
I was going to mention the incredible/impossible-to-open glue on matzo boxes, but I ran out of numbers!
I am one of my pet peeves.
It’s not as bad as you might think!
I know just which cards you mean. Yuck.
I also don’t see the appeal of Hummers.
Hate those ziplog thingies, also anything that is overpackaged and requires a scissors or knife or superhuman strength to open.
I keep meaning to do an entire post with my whine list, since my blog’s subtitle is “fine whining.” Though these things are menial in the greater scheme of things, it’s always good to vent a little.
One more: men who spit on the ground.
Two of the places I used to love shopping for cards have, basically, gone over to the dark side. Blech.
Oh, yeah–overpackaging of any kind!
We once lived near a ritzy neighborhood where nearly everyone was within walking distance of the school–and they all drove their kids to school in the Hummer 3s. I’ve never seen so many Hummers in my life! Ick. Ugliest. Car. Ever.
My peeve today is homework assignments that are designed such that the mom has to drive all over creation to get the materials because no kid can actually get all this stuff on his own. I’ve been to seventh grade, thanks, and I don’t really need to do all of these projects again!
Oh, yeah, homework…don’t get me started. When the assignments stretch MY organization skills, I’m not happy!
I love this!
1. The wind.
2. Poisonous spiders and snakes.
3. Getting the wrong food (or burnt food or bad food) at a drive-thru.
5. People who talk during: movies, classes or lectures.
And I get three more since my nature ones don’t count (I made up my own rules):
6. McDonald’s ice cream cones that are icy instead of creamy. Love them when they are creamy.
7. People who tell me how to golf.
And since I had to reach way back in time to get the last one, I guess I neither need nor deserve and extra three pet peeves.
Getting the wrong food anywhere! 🙂
Hidden price tags. Especially hate when the price tag is on the bottom of something heavy and I risk breaking it just to see how much.
Speaking of price tags (sounds like I have a shopping addiction), I also hate sticky price tags on the glass part of the picture frame. I’ve had to use razor blades to get it off and then end up scratching the glass.
I also hated all the phone calls during this year’s election. At first, I vowed not to vote for anyone who called me. But that would mean I didn’t vote at all.
Oh, boy, I had some stuff I wanted to say to those callers, but it was just so much easier to let it go through to voicemail & delete it!
Some days my world consists of serious peeves. Just this morning, when trying to open a plastic container holding something the manufacturer must have thought was worth more than gold, I broke a nail. I have at other times sliced a finger. Why do they DO that?! I bought their product, I simply want to get it out of the packaging! I now keep a utlity knife in my kitchen drawer for just this purpose. It works, thank goodness because the common scissor does not! I often thought that people who design the packaging for those things should be forced to sit in a room for 8 hours and do nothing but open them. AHH!
Sounds good to me!