My Pets Named Peeve

Angie Smith had a hilarious article on her blog recently about her biggest pet peeves and the comments that she got back from her readers were just priceless. I wanted to write a post today, kind of playing on that same concept,  a list of my biggest pet peeves and quirks, in hopes that y'all would make me feel better by sharing your pet peeves and quirks. See? Isn't it nice to have a safe space online where we can all come and tell our deepest, darkest secrets and embarassing stories and feel good knowing there are other people out there JUST LIKE US?!

I will preface this post by saying...

If you’re new to the blog, you will probably read this and think, “Sweet mercy, she’s crazy.”

If you’re not new to the blog, you will probably read this and think, “Sweet mercy, she’s crazy.”

It's a lose-lose.

Either way, I’m ok with the fact that this post probably will make me look somewhat like an obsessive compulsive nutjob.

Anything for a blog post, y'all.

So anywho, yesterday I pull through Sonic to get my usual medium vanilla diet coke fix. After I place my order, the cashier asks, "Would you care for a foot long chili cheese coney and tots with that?".

Um, no.

Don't get me wrong, I work in marketing. I appreciate and understand the art of the cross-sell.  But really? 12 inches of chili, cheese, hotdog and fried taters to cap off my DIET coke?

Sonic, you know I love y'all, but come on! Let a girl get her diet coke in peace and without the temptation of wrecking her wedding diet with a full course meal of trans-fats and starches.

In addition to the ridiculousness at the Sonic drive thru, here are a few other things that really un-float my boat. Or un-melt my butter. Or...yeah, you get the point : )

1. Chalk. I can’t stand to touch the stuff. Even more, I hate the sound of someone writing with chalk on a chalkboard. I hate the dust, the smell, (oh yes, chalkboards have a smell) and the rare but formidable screech that erupts when someone bears down too firmly when writing on a chalkboard. I get goosebumps just thinking about it.

I had a fifth grade teacher who could also not stand chalk or chalkboards and used an overhead projector and dry erase markers instead. Mrs. Cornett, if you’re reading this, you have no idea how much I appreciated that simple gesture.


2. Velour. I can’t stand to touch the stuff. It sends shivers down my spine and makes me cringe. I had a cushion on a stool that was covered in the stuff one time and gave it away because I couldn’t stand to touch the thing. This also probably answers the question of, “Did you ever own one of those Juicy Couture track suits?” No. No I did not.


3. When people pronounce “nuclear” like “nucular”.


4. When people play with their feet. My co-worker Eunice and I both loathe this, actually. There’s a lady that we work with that strokes and touches her feet and toes in meetings. Like, she literally will take her shoes off and sit there and play with her feet. She’ll pick things out from between her toes and dig things out from underneath her toenails. It makes me nauseous.


5. Wire hangers.


6. Seeing wads of hair lying in someone’s sink or shower. I literally skipped taking a shower one day when we were staying with guests on a trip last fall because of a massive hair clump lying on the edge of the shower. True story.

Don't worry, I know full well they don't read this blog, so no hurt feelings should ensue : )

7. Violent nose blowing in public spaces. I work in a cubicle and one of my neighbors, (not you David, haha!), blows their nose at least 4 times a day. Like, I can hear everything that comes out of her nose. It's not one of those polite, soft gusts of nose blowing. It's violent and forceful and she needs some Afrin like nobody's biz.

I know that this is ridiculous and yes, I blow my nose, too. But I do it in the bathroom. I refuse to force my cube neighbors to hear the current state of my sinus passages.


8. Awkward hugs. There are some moments where hugs are needed. Necessary. Even expected. But there are other moments, moments like, say, meeting someone for the first time with which you are not well at all acquainted where hugging is just awkward. In situations like these, I prefer to do what Jon Acuff refers to as the awkward side hug or, if I’m feeling really, really awkward, the fist bump.


I think this is a good stopping place. I’ve divulged too much already, I think.

So humor me, Blonde Ambitioners. Tell me what your pet peeves are and why they drive you crazy! Make me feel less looney, please!

P.S.- This has zero do to with this post, but S and I were looking back through his old pics last night on Facebook and stumbled upon a 3 month old Ari....how cute was he?!

This is the look he gives  when he's real p.o.'d about something. We call it his "Really?" face. It's safe to assume he wasn't thrilled about getting a bath in the above pic, as evidenced by said, "Really?" face.

And look how big he's gotten now! Our little man is all grown up : )

Be blessed, lovelies-