Oh yay! I’m excited, because the lovely ladies over at Girl Talk Thursday have another fun topic this week and I’m going to follow in Diane’s fine footsteps and add my own list to the lists of so many others. I did this once before, and had a blast, so I thought, “Hey, why not?”
Besides, it’s not as though my blog is drowning in new content this week (I wonder if slacker bloggers are on anyone’s pet peeves list…)
Ok! So, my pet peeves…
People who misuse words that sound similar but really aren’t. For example, someone who uses eminent when they meant imminent. Affect vs. effect, illicit vs. elicit, insure vs. ensure, you get the idea. This bothers me most in writing. When spoken, sometimes I can give someone the benefit of the doubt owing to speech patterns and the general unwieldiness of the human tongue, but in writing? There’s no excuse.
Bad table manners. I don’t want to see you chewing away with your mouth open, hear you slurp your soup out of your spoon, or watch as your napkin sits unused by the side of your plate while food speckles the corners of your mouth and the top of your lap. Sure, not everyone knows how to drink wine properly, and very few people know how to eat an artichoke at a fancy restaurant, but criminy. How difficult is it to not behave at a restaurant like you’re eating a Hungryman dinner in your underwear while watching reality TV?
People who choose squiggly fonts in bright colors for their work emails. Unless you are the director of admissions for clown college, this kind of thing is not cute. Or endearing. It’s unprofessional, and it makes me want to delete your email without even reading it. How am I supposed to take a requisition request seriously when it looks like a kindergartner scribed it with a crayon?
Calorie counts at restaurants. Actually, let’s just include most instances of the government trying to “help” me. I don’t want your help. I don’t need to know that my scone has 700 calories, I don’t want to pay higher taxes so you can “help” me get health insurance I’m able to procure on my own thanks so much. If you want to help me, leave me alone. I’m a big girl, I can decide whether my hips are capable of adding a scone here and there, and I can get health insurance on my own. Seriously government, do us all a favor: Stop “helping” the economy with stimulus packages and just leave us alone. Your spending is helping all right. Helping us all into an early grave.
Weed smokers at concerts. You’re standing there at a concert, super excited and waiting for the band to start playing, when the smell hits your nose: Weed. Foul, stinky, weed. Thanks to some jack-hole who can’t enjoy live music without being high as a kite, you’re forced (literally, you can’t escape thanks to the press of bodies all around you) to partake in an illegal substance against your will. I don’t think weed is evil. I don’t think it’ll ruin your whole life. What I do think is that it’s inconsiderate to remove my ability to choose what goes into my body.
People who leave public bathrooms in complete disarray. I was at Babies R Us this weekend and the bathroom was so unspeakably foul I was actually angry that I had to use it so often. How is it ok to leave toilet paper all over the floor, or bodily fluids dripping off the toilet? Where is the decency, man?
That’s all I can come up with for now. How about you? Any pet peeves you want to get off your chest?
Favorite food: Anything and almost anything breakfast. Time of day is irrelevant, hot cocoa with whipped cream is crucial.
Favorite color combination: Red and yellow, especially on flowers, pleases my eyes greatly. Not so much with the McDonald’s decor though.
Favorite pet: Well of course that would be Doc Holliday, who was named after our favorite character in an awesome movie. Which would be Tombstone. Naturally.
Favorite drink: This one was a heated tie between coffee and a cosmo but, at the end of the day, who am I kidding? One look at this photo and I’m making doe-eyes at the freezer.
A place you’d like to travel to: Paris now, Paris tomorrow, Paris forever. I would like few things better than to spend a month in Paris, renting a petit apartment in paris and just living the life, taking in the culture, and eating baskets of bread and cheese.
Favorite TV show: CSI is one of a host of shows that makes me go bananas, but it’s unique in that it’s made it eight season now without going completely off the rails.
Worst fear: I sure would hate to drown. I gt panicky if I feel like I can’t breathe, so I would say drowning is my worst fear.
First thing you’d buy if you had $1 million: Two old people. Sort of. I’d probably make sure Wes and I were set for retirement and hundreds of adventures during our golden years.
What or who you’d want to be in the next life: I’d be nothing because I don’t believe in a next life. Just considering going through middle school again should be enough to cure anyone of desires for reincarnation.
If you had to punch someone who would that be? Probably Chuck Norris, because I’m certain if I punched him I’d actually get some good sleep. And an awesome story to tell people.
What would you do on a rainy day? Drink so much hot chocolate I’d never feel cold again.
If you could time travel where would you be now? Right here. I’m thinking it’s a pretty good place to be.
One thing that has fascinated you lately: Babies. The having of, caring for, and growing of babies.
Now I get to tag three people! OK, 