Thoughts

Everyone has facebook these days, right?  I must admit... I'm pretty addicted.  I spend time every evening on facebook, and I also check my phone facebook during the day.  I've lived in many different states and met many people, so it's nice to be able to connect with friends.  My family is also spread out all over the country, so it's nice to keep in touch with them as well.  I really like looking at people's pictures.

Unfortunately, some things on facebook are really starting to bother me.  I'm not sure if I want to give up facebook all together, but some of the annoyances are starting to add up.

Things that bother me:

• People listing EVERYTHING they did that day.  Status updates by nature are a little narcissistic.  However, why do people need to let us know that they did the dishes, the laundry, bathed the kid, washed the car, fed the dog, and worked out for an hour all in ONE status update??  Do they want a pat on the back?  A cookie?  Seems a little insecure to me.  We all have homes to clean, food to cook, laundry to wash, and cars to take care of.  It's not really necessary to give us your day's play by play.
• GAMES.  Oh. My. Word.  How many games does facebook have?  I find that I am blocking one or two games or applications every time I get on and then the next time there will be three more to "hide".  The sad part is, some people are playing 50 games.  How do you have the time?  I get playing one or two... maybe even 3.  But playing every game out there?  Yikes.
• Becoming a "fan" of the stupidest things I've ever heard of.  Do we really need to have a page and then become a "fan" of 'rubbing your hands on the couch cushions to change the color' OR 'I wish mosquitoes sucked fat, not blood'.  Really?  We need to become a fan of that?  Really?
• Deleting.  I have noticed a trend of deleting.  People say rude, mean or inappropriate things... leave it there just long enough for people to see it (or an email to be sent) and then delete it.  If you are going to say it, SAY IT.  Stand by your words.  Don't delete them after you've offended people.  Coward.
• Being passive aggressive in status updates.  Again, say what you have to say.  Don't be all passive aggressive just hoping you piss off the right person.  I'd rather you stab me in my front than in my back. (or whoever it is you are trying to send your secret coded message to)

See my dilemma?  I'm addicted yet aggravated.  What to do... what to do?

Do you agree?  What do you think about facebook?

Frustrated

Warning--this blog is going to be a bit pointless, a little short, and very random.

I haven't done a "pet peeve" blog in a while and I was reminded of one this week that I would share.  This is one that has bothered me for nearly 15 years.  Are you curious what it could be?

I CANNOT stand, nor can I comprehend, why so many people say that they are "fusstrated".  It is so FRUStrating when people say they are FUSStrated.  I don't get it.  It's an 'r' blend.  People have no problem saying words like frog, fruit, front, frost, frozen, Fred, friend, Frank, and from.  Why, oh why, is it so common for people to mispronounce this word?  If anyone out there can help me solve this mystery, I would greatly appreciate it.  I would be even more thankful of you if you can join my crusade in getting people to talk correctly.

Happy Saturday my friends! :)

Sincerely,
Your sometimes very fRustrated blogger

I beg of you...

Dear Idiot Drivers,

If you do not know the difference between driving in six inches of snow and driving in less than an inch of snow, please stay home.  My blood pressure cannot handle another day of being stuck in 20 mile an hour traffic ON THE FREEWAY for non-icy, dusty snow conditions.  If you feel the need to drive so slow, maybe you could take a different route?  I would greatly appreciate it.  Also, just because a car is off to the side of the road, does not mean we all need to slow down to a snails pace to look.  It's just a car.  There's no drama to be seen.  Pay attention to the road ahead of you and DRIVE!

Sincerely,
Trying to get to work on time

In my opinion...

... people that say things like "Valentine's Day is just a hallmark holiday" or "Valentines day is for losers" are at their core insecure.  Yep.  I said it.  Insecure.  Ok, or they could just not be in love.  But that sort of boils down to being insecure too, huh?

If you are truly in love--whether you are married or not--why wouldn't you want to embrace a day to show this to your significant other?  I am constantly trying to show Michael that that I love and appreciate him... and he does the same.  I'm not saying you have to spend a ton money.  No one says you have to spend $100 to show you love someone.

I think they are insecure, because they have to have a reason why they wouldn't want to express their love, right?  Here's my theory... they are either

• A) insecure about their relationship
• B) insecure with themselves and their gift ideas
• C) too cheap or insecure of how much to spend 
• D) not sure if their significant other (mostly men) will get them something OR
  
• E) they are not in a relationship and are insecure with being single

Of course, this is my opinion.  But I'm kind of sick of people trying to demean a day that simply symbolizes love.  Heck, you don't even have to be in a relationship.  How about just showing your friend you care about her and buying her a coffee?  When I was in college my sister sent me flowers, candy and a balloon.  It was so unexpected and special that it is still one of my favorite Valentine's to this day!  So next time you hear someone make a stupid decloration about our day of love, smack them kindly remind them that it's about caring and not spending money. :)

So annoyed

Pardon the interruption... I am going to take a break from "regularly scheduled blogging" to vent.  I am SO ANNOYED right now. 

As many of you know, we live in a condo.  As many of you also know, I have a phobia of cats.  Well, in this lovely condo community that I live in, both my neighbors have decided that it is a good idea to have a cat.  Not only do they have a cat (yuck), but they allow their cats to be outside.  One cat (Brutus) is out quite a bit.  For some reason, both of these cats find my front steps the best place to be.  Really?  Really?  Is it because you know I loathe you?  Why?  Go sit on your own darn stairs.  Go meow to someone else.  I personally think it's one of the worst sounds in the world.  I think I'd even rank it worse than nails on a chalkboard.

I understand everyone is entitled to have whatever the heck pet they want, but why would you live in a condo and have a cat that is outside more than it's inside.  I just find it to be incredibly rude.

Many times now I have been literally stuck because the darn cat won't move.  It's not jumpy... it doesn't care if I stomp, yell, honk the car horn... it just stares at me.  *sigh*  This past summer I was actually stuck inside my own home.  How terrible is that?  I unassumingly opened the door, and there is Brutus charging right towards me.  I screamed at the top of my lungs (hello--PHOBIA), slammed the door as fast as I could, and called Michael.  My hands were honestly shaking and my eyes watering.  He told me to get a water bottle and spray it.  Before I did that, I banged on the door (didn't move), repeatedly opened the door a crack and slammed it shut hard (didn't budge), and yellowed at it through the window (didn't move).  The water finally worked.

Other times he is sitting on my stairs and I can't get UP to my front door.  Sometimes I have to call Michael from the car to have him get it away.

Last night I came home and was walking some trash to the dumpster.  All of the sudden I hear a little jingle jingle.  Brutus is running at me.  I start yelling no and to go away.  He still keeps coming.  I stomp.  I scream "shoo" and finally he takes off.  However, he quickly returned to me once I was back at my car.  He wouldn't move again.  He was right beside my stairs and sat there.  Michael wasn't home, so I just had to keep yelling.  Nope.  Not moving.  I started to try to walk up the stairs and he ran in front of me and blocked my path.  I screamed at full force.  Finally I started kicking the railing.  He would move a little, but was still waiting around.  It took me forever to get in my front door.  I was so mad.  Did the neighbors not hear me screaming and kicking?  I am calling the condo association today to file a complaint.  I should not be stalked by the neighbors cat.  I should be able to get in and out of my condo freely.

I also get so annoyed when people tell me that I "haven't met their cat" and "but they are so friendly".  It's a phobia people.  Why don't I take your phobia and force you to face it daily?  What is it?  Heights?  Let's sky dive.  Snakes?  Let's wrap one around your body.  Spiders?  Let's put some on your arm to crawl on you.  I don't want to meet your cat.  I don't want to hear your cat.  I don't care how friendly you think it is.  I have a fear.  That's the point.

Can you tell I'm a little heated about this?  ugh............

An open letter to the concerned

Dear Concerned,

Thank you for your heartfelt love and concern for me.  I do appreciate you wanting what is best for me.  However, you do not need to tell me, every time you see me, how I need to jump on the baby train.  You also do not need to remind me of all the medical issues other women in our family have faced.  You also do not need to remind me how close I am to 30 (40 days to be exact).  Also, I'm not sure it's really necessary for you to let me know that I am "no spring chicken".  I get it.  Trust me.

As much as I would love to have a child, we are not at that point yet.  Yes, I know.  No one is ever financially ready for a child.  I get that as well.  It has always been my desire to stay home with my child if and when I have one.  At this point, I would not be able to do that.  Also, we live in a ONE BEDROOM condo.  As much as you would like to tell me that we could have a baby here, I disagree.

All that to say---I'm here to make a deal.  I see it as a win-win situation.  You will be happy that I am having a baby, and I will be happy to be having a baby.  Here it is...  if you would like to pay off all of my student loans, I will start trying to get pregnant tomorrow.  Isn't that great?  I mean, I could potentially have a baby in my arms by next fall.  What do you say?  Are you in?  It's just a mere $30,000.

If you are not willing to pay off said student loans, can we make another deal?  How about you let my husband and I make the best decision possible for us and our future family?  Please?  Please.

Sincerely,
Your "not so spring" spring chicken

I don't get it #2

Ok, so this "I don't get it" is going to be a little more controversial than the last.  I know.  I understand it's not popular opinion, but it IS my opinion.

I don't get these....

Who decided that a bag with a bunch of "C"s on it was cool?  I know that it's Coach, but how did Coach become so desirable?  Because they charge $200 PLUS for a purse?  I think most of their purses are ugly.  I don't want a bunch of "C"s on my bag.... Or B's or F's or any other letter for that matter.

What I REALLY can't stand are these...

Again, why?  Why do you want a bunch of "C"s on your shoes?  Really?  Is status that important to you?!

Like I said, I know this isn't the popular opinion, but I don't get it.

How Rude

Why is it that people who are on time are the minority?  It shouldn't be like that.  I am an on time person.  Why I am I punished because you can't get your act together?  Seriously.  It is SO RUDE to be late.  I'm not talking about the occasional lateness.  I understand things happen.  I've been stuck in traffic like everyone else.  I've been ready to walk out the door and spilled my coffee down my pants.  I've been down the street and had to turn around and go home to grab that item I had to have.  This is not what I'm referring to.  I'm referring to the chronic lateness.  The people that just can't get it together.  Why?  Why can't you get it together?  You are basically saying that your time is more important than mine.  How pompous of you.

I also can't stand when people use their kids as an excuse.  Let's keep it real.  You were chronically late before you had kids.  Don't blame your innocent child.  (Again, I understand the occasional blown out diaper, or the last minute change of clothes because of a throw up incident--not talking about this!)  I understand that I don't have a child of my own, but I have worked with children long enough to know that you CAN have a child and be on time.  If I can bundle up 22 six year olds, get them in a straight and quiet line, walk through the building, across the parking lot, and through another building, get them seated and coats off and STILL be on time for music or art or wherever we were going---you should be able to get one child ready to go.  I've also had to get a two year old ready to go... including diaper bag, snack, drinks for both of us, directions to where we were going, and any other thing I needed to take.  Not only are we usually on time, but most of the time we are early.  I promise it can be done.

So I'm not sure what your excuse is, but can we work on this character flaw?  I'd appreciate it.  Thank you!

(NOTE: This post is not about any one person in particular.  Just me sharing one of my pet peeves as I said I would when starting this blog.  Thanks for letting me vent.  I promise I'm not angry with anyone! :)

A little annoyed...

Ok, so I'm new to blogger.  I totally knew how to work xanga, and had figured out all it's ins and outs.  I just changed my background, because there was no navigator bar with my last layout.  I spent FOREVER looking for a template I liked, and tried out a few that looked promising.  After finally just being sick of it and deciding to go with this one....  all my pictures and words from prior posts are all whack-a-do.  *sigh*  I don't think I'll be changing this background for a long, long, long time.  Hope you like it! :)

"Stop copying me!"

I've decided that whoever came up with the saying "imitation is the sincerest form of flattery" was probably just a copycat trying to make himself feel better.