Archive for September, 2007

MY PET PEEVES

I know all of you have completed your pet peeve lists, I’ve been complying mine for a while. They are NOT in order of  “most vile” just random words filled with utter frustration!

DISCLAIMER: I am NOT responsible for any hurt feelings, these are my (meaning I own them) pet peeves therefore I am ultimately responsible for dealing with them (i.e. communicating them to you). This is NOT my way of delivering them to you; if something really annoyed me (for those that don’t know me) I would have called you out already. However, if you still find something in this list you feel incriminates you, it is just the memory I am telling here, NOT the opening of old wounds!   ENJOY!!

My pet peeves:

1.    People who park in drive ways knowing they’ll be the first to leave, making everyone who parks be hide them move their cars to let them out!

2.    People who call and say they will be late BUT are already 10-20 minutes LATE. Ummm you kinda knew you were gonna BE LATE when our appointment time had come AND GONE.

3.    People who regularly apologize for not getting back to you. The reality is, they didn’t want to do whatever you requested so they electively “spaced” so they didn’t have to say “NO”

4.    Oh right, people who can’t say “no” (see above)

5.    People who come LATE to potlucks. You are bringing food; therefore people will probably be eating it. So lets eat all the food at the same time. YES, be on time if you are bringing dessert. If I know the only dessert is fruitcake, I wouldn’t bother saving room.

6.    People who think my husband I share the same traits. I AM NOT GUILTY BY ASSOCIATION!! Yes I understand the whole “we are one” thing but we are still different people. Here are a few examples; my husband can be a recluse however I am for the most part out going. My husband may not mind being late (see 2 and 5) but I like being on time if not a little early.  I like sweets he does not. I like wearing black he prefers colors, I love my husband so I wear colors. Xoxo

7.    Drivers who speed up or slow down when you’ve turned on your blinker to merge, change lanes or GET AROUND THEM!! YOU SAW MY BLINKER B*TCH! (it’s an old rap song)

8.    People who use parenthesis to much, GUITY!! (hand raised)

9.    E-mails with one or BOTH of the following: “fwd, Fwd FWD” or three HUNDRED pages of To and From’s. GREAT now I know your boss is an ass and my aunt, pastor and pharmacist are bigots!

10.    HOAX E-MAILS, nuf said! EVEN WORSE; ones with #9

11.    Mothers who respond, “I’d rather not.” when my son reaches to play with one of their child’s toys. You’re in a room full of babies; it’s called a play date!! If you’re a germaphobe stay home! I would have preferred being told, “my child has a cold” rather than feel you think my kid’s not good/clean/white enough to play with your child. This pet peeve was the fuel I needed to post! Thanks (middle finger extended)

OK I think that’s good for now, I’m VERY sure there are more but I don’t want to look like a totally hateful b*tch. I’ll settle for just bitchy. xoxo

WORTH EVERY PENNY

If you haven’t heard this story then pull up a square and take listen (read whatever)…

On Monday evening in between returning from the zoo and dropping off our Mazda at the mechanics (getting it ready to sell) I toiled at finishing an amazing yoga sequence for my FIRST yoga class Tuesday morning. Come Tuesday morning I was ready to go a whole 35 mins before go time. So I wandered about the house, washed some dishes and played with Pierson (now 8 months old). Finally it was time to head down to the park for a nice relaxing yoga session, right! WRONG!! I couldn’t find my keys to the Toyota (new car), ALL my yoga stuff was packed in there, along with Pierson’s stroller, toys, etc…CRAP, panic creeps near, I called Jason (husband) asked if he’d seen my keys. We retraced my steps NOTHING! Mind you I’ve NEVER lost my keys before!! Lost my keys!! So I called Sara, she was coming to the class so I’d hoped she could give me a ride, VOICEMAIL!! Dang! Pacing, pacing, Sara called back, she’s on her way. PHEW!! Yoga was great aside from the time I took to center and calm myself. Wow what a crazy morning, at least I remembered to grab my cell phone charger as we ran down to meet Sara…

OH WAIT I’M NOT DONE!! I’d planned to get together with some moms on the Lippert Farm for lunch, so being resourceful I had Sara drop me off at the mechanics to pick up the Mazda. YEAH I have a car for the day. I raced home showered, dashed to Von’s grabbed a few salads and cruised over to the Lippert Farm for a nice relaxing lunch. I had a great time aside from my cell phone dieing in the middle of an important phone call with my husband, phone charger was broken so I borrowed Tracy’s cell. GEEZ this day couldn’t get any worse, these were my last words to my husband from Tracy’s cell phone.

So I’m getting ready to leave Tracy’s some of the kids were helping Pierson and I into the car, I noticed the car keys in the basket of our spare stroller as I lifted it into the trunk. I left the trunk open as I went to help on of the girls with Pierson’s car seat. As I finished and closed his door someone closed the trunk. I FELT MY BLOOD LEAVE MY BODY AS I REALIZED MY BABY WAS LOCKED IN A HOT CAR!!

I had Tracy call AAA; her farm is in the middle of NO WHERE! After 10mins in the car smiling at the girls through the window Pierson was beginning to cry. AAA was having issues finding the farm, I had Tracy call the fire dept. hoping they could get there sooner. The Fire Dept couldn’t even find her street on their grid, CRAZY!! I asked Tracy’s son to find me a hammer to break my car window. He was back in a flash, it had been 20 mins, and Pierson was crying and covered with sweat. I hit the back window hoping the tint would keep the glass from flying, the window didn’t budge. I freaked I couldn’t even break a window…I tried again this time on the front driver side window…CRASH! THE GLASS WENT EVERYWHERE! I dove into the car; Pierson was purplish red and whining. Everyone ran into the house, wet towels, water and bits of apple for the little guy. The paramedics showed up it was quite a scene. Pierson was red faced for an hour but fine, I was exhausted and a wreck!!

Breaking the window cost me $165, worth every penny!!