The Top Ten Things Irking The Hell Out Of Me In General

Great title for a great guest post from Chrissa.

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Censorship.

Yeah, I know. Overdone. Tough. It PISSES me off. Not just on the music, TV, entertainment level though.  Have you ever heard of the Parent Television Council? If you want a good laugh, or a good reason to be pissed off, check them out.  They feel that they are the only ones qualified to make the decision what kind of TV shows we should be allowed to watch.  As if I didn’t have the mental capability to look at a show and say “hey, maybe this is too graphic for my child. I think I’ll save it for later.”  Because as an adult, I shouldn’t be able to choose what I watch either, right?!  And all of this is type of censorship is coming out again with California’s new law about selling toys with meals.  Should this not be the choice of parents?  Or better yet, should this not be the RESPONSIBILITY of parents?  I’m sorry if some lazy, weak-willed, unhealthy, uncaring parent decides to feed their child McDonald’s every meal.  As a real parent, I keep that down to special occasions, maybe twice a month if that.  But making this law, they are also taking away the rights of business owners to sell their merchandise. It’s not Burger King’s fault kids are fat. It is the stupid parents.

Parents.

Since I’m on this subject anyway we’ll just go here next. I am a parent. I am not perfect, and I’m sure I’ve made a lot of mistakes.  Hell, I’ll probably make a lot more. However, I try and do my best. Other parents irk the hell out of me. Some of the most ridiculous stuff seems to occur, where common sense should have stepped in.  How hard is it to say “No.” I have no issue saying this word to my children. In fact, it has become my two-year-old’s favorite at-the-moment word. I’m not a hard ass. I just know how to pick my battles. Exactly how are you prepping your kids for the future, if you are letting them run the show now?

Unavailable/800 Numbers.

Short and sweet. If you come up on my Caller ID as either “unavailable” or with an 800 number, you will not be answered.  Unless I am in a bad mood and need someone to take that out on. Then? Sure, I’ll answer.

Automated Phone Services.

Particularly voice automated.  On the occasion I need to call a business, for example my phone company, I want to talk to a person. What if, for hell’s sake, my issue is not on your “press this number for” list?  Add those “say yes for” options?  You’ve already succeeded in pissing me off in the first 30 seconds.  My house is noisy.  I have 3 children.  And every time I get on the phone they seem to think that is the best time to talk to me.  Or scream.  “If you’d like this option, please say ‘yes’ now.” “MOMMY!” “I’m sorry, that answer is not recognized. Please say ‘yes’ or ‘no’ now.” “He’s climbing the bookshelf!” “I’m sorry…” By the time I get to a real person, without hanging up, I’m ready to rip their usually non-understandable English heads off, whether or not they want to really help me.

Online Jerks

I have other terms for those that are in my head right now. I’ll behave. Mostly. I’m talking about these morons who search for any little opening to start a fight. They will take the simplest comment and twist it around until they can start something with you. Why? These are probably the idiots who are too wimpy and skirtish to stand up for themselves in public. So, they hide behind their monitors and try and bully. Also in this category? The dumb asses who get sucked into their game and try and argue it out with them. I’m not talking about those who calmly state their points. I’m talking the ones that jump in and start their mudslinging right along with the bully. The ones who end up on crusades to get this other person put in their place.

Know-it-alls.

I’ll start with online here. Get this straight: I don’t care how you think I should talk on twitter.  Nor do I care who you think I should be friending, or how you think I could get more followers.  I like my followers. I don’t really care about the number, I just want to be myself, and meet really cool people. I’m not here for my business, or to find work. Just people. Also, if I want to bitch about something, even if I’m joking, I will. Why do you care? If you don’t like what I’m saying, don’t listen. Or, unfollow me.
In the “real” world, these would be the people who know exactly how you should be living, even down to the way you fold your clothes.  I might make a comment that I put A1 Sauce in my meatloaf mix, and they would be the ones to sit there and tell me how I should be adding Worcestershire Sauce instead, because after all it is the best way.

My Deliveranc-esque Neighbors

I’m not high society.  I’m a geek, who lives in a very redneck area. Yeah, I know. It sucks. My neighbors are friendly enough, but they look and act like they stepped right out of the Ewell household in To Kill A Mockingbird. Their house is a trailer. Well, pieces of a trailer. Somewhere in all that junk scattered on the property, is the remnant of their old trailer. The one they claim Katrina wiped out. Which of course had to have happened, since we live in Pennsylvania. And by junk, I mean the pieces of old vehicles, appliances, boats, toys… I seriously think this is where the garbage company sneaks their trucks to at night. In all honesty, I can handle the junk. It stays on their property. What doesn’t stay on their property? Their annoying little dog. The Pug likes to “visit” my yard daily.  Or more specifically my front porch. Here, he likes to leave me smelly little presents, and knock over my garbage. If my dog is outside The Pug will stand just out of reach of his chain, which results in my little dog nearly strangling himself to fend his territory.

People who “own” the shopping aisles.

I have to shop with a 6yo and two, yes two, 2yos. Not only is that frantic enough, I have to use those big ass carts that feel like you are trying to push a mini van around.  They are hard to steer, and they take a lot of room. By aisle 3, I am usually in a frantic state of mind. As I round that corner trying to quickly get through I am stopped suddenly in my tracks.  And why is this? Because there is a cart parked perfectly in the middle of the aisle, with the owner standing at least 5 feet away reading the labels on every can of corn.  I am not the kind of person to mess with someone else’s cart, so I stand there waiting. And do they politely move their cart? Nope. They continue to scan every item on the shelf.  I finally get myself past, and around the next corner, and there they are again. Or another. In every aisle.

Wrong Way Drivers

You know those HUMOUNGOUS yellow arrows in the parking lot? Yeah, they are there for a reason. So when I get to the empty space before you, and use it, don’t give me your dirty looks. If you’d have been going the right way, you’d not have had people almost backing into you, or that weird angle to try and maneuver your car into.

Ladybugs

If you live in the country, you’ll understand this.  I am not big on bugs in general. Actually, I’m not big on anything with more than four legs. The more legs, the more if creeps me out. But Ladybugs take the cake for me. I’m not afraid of them. I just entirely abhor them. Every year, just as winter is over, they come out. In hoards. And they seem to think my house is their perfect new abode. I can count 9 on my ceiling right now. The first time one actually flew into my mouth while I was in bed, I declared war.  I used to keep an empty water bottle in my room, so at night I’d just knock them off the ceiling, walls, lamps and every other surface into this container. After a month, the bottle was full. I get dive-bombed sitting at my computer in the dark. After you’ve dug a few out of your cleavage, they aren’t seeming so lady-like anymore.

I do know what she means!! Many thanks Chrissa.