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How to Annoy Me | The Great PB&J Challenge 2012

So, have I mentioned this? 

The PB&J challenge. 

It goes something like this:

me: What are you making for dinner tonight honey?

him: Do you want pizza or peanut butter and jelly?

me: AAUUGGHH, I hate pizza, PB&J please.

him: Okay, PB&J it is.

 

After a few minutes in the kitchen M- came out with two PB&J sandwiches and a big glass of milk for me.

 

While I was taking my 2nd or 3rd bite I said:  This is sooo good, I forgot how much I loved PB&J!  Like you could eat pizza every night, I could eat this (cue sounds of doom).

him: No, you couldn't.

me: Yes, I could.

him: I know you, you like all different things, you could not eat PB&J EVERY night!

me: Yes, I could.

him: Okay then, PB&J every night this month.

(This was june 2nd)

me: you got it, PB&J every night we eat at home, because I know we have some dinner plans coming up.

him: okay. good luck.

 

We have had Peanut butter and Jelly sandwiches EVERY NIGHT THIS MONTH except 3, one a wedding ( awesome), one a date night, and one a night with friends.

Please!  Someone SAVE ME!!!! Invite us out to dinner, I'll even pay!

(But I won't give up!)

 

How to Annoy Me

Tell me about your dog that has broken out of his kennel three times in the past week.

Then, tell me he "ran off somewhere"

Then ask me what you should do.

After I suggest more exercise, making his kennel a den for him and not a jail, and possibly working with a trainer to give your dog some confidence, and you some training, stare at me blankly and say "But, how am I gonna keep him in the kennel?  He breaks out."

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When I look back at you and AUDIBLY blink, because I'm so dumbfounded you said THAT, you say, "Maybe I should attach a choke chain to the side of the kennel so when he pulls it chokes him and he won't be able to break out and run away."

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Next time don't act so surprised when I respond by saying "Maybe you shouldn't own a dog."

How to Annoy Me

Follow behind me at the store.

Every G-D aisle.

Every single one.

Shuffle your feet.

Drag your shoes.

Make as much noise as those flip flops will allow.

There is nothing wrong with your feet or legs.

Pick them up.

I'm surprised there aren't holes in the soles of those damn things.

I guess I just don't understand why people do that?! Why would you shuffle around like you have a broken leg. Wait! People with broken legs don't even shuffle, they have crutches, their feet come up off of the floor.

Is it attention, some sort of siren to let other people know you are in the area? We know.

Why walk around slumpy, slouchy and disaffected?

Stand up, walk silently.

I can't even tell you why this sound bothers me like it does. I love the shuffling rustling sound of leaves, tall dry grass, and even the low slapping of water on the shore. All I do know is I don't like when people eat with their mouth open, I don't like gum chompers, and I don't like foot shufflers.

 

How to Annoy Me

Pretend like you are tired of me taking pictures!

Why?  I only filled one 4GB card today!

How to Annoy Me

Remember that cup of coffee I had with an amazing person the other day? 

Well look what just came in the mail, from that day. Four pictures of my little car.

Oh thats right a 'PARKING INFRACTION'

Watch out for those sneeky liitle camera ladden cars that drive around town, they'll getcha!   The only good this was, since this was my first infraction there is no fee.

I wonder how many tickets are issued to DOUBLE PARKING Fedex, Beer Distributers, UPS, and misc. delivery trucks that often block the road on either side forcing traffic to weave in and out.

Care

Yesterday's post reminded me of a show I recorded the other day 'Primetime: What Would You Do?'  I cry every time I watch it.  It's basically a hidden camera show where there are actors that portray the ugliest behaviors, racism, sexism, bullying, ageism, you name it.  Then it catches people's reactions and how they step in to help, or ignore the situation. 

Most of the time someone steps in and helps, this makes me so happy, so relieved that for the most part people care about each other.  I know I have no problem saying exactly what I think needs to be said, when someone's behavior is totally inappropriate.  Sometimes it isn't done with grace, but by George, sometimes something just needs to be said!

I guess sometimes it isn't "my place" or whatever, but I just know that if I was on the other end of some of the abuse going on out there, I would want someone to stand up for me, with me.  

Maya Angelou said “If you find it in your heart to care for somebody else, you will have succeeded.”  I hope you too, can stand up and care for a stranger, a friend, or a loved one when the situation demands it.  The rewards will overflow you cup.

 

How to Annoy Me

Something happened at the Dr.'s office today.

Someone decided that he was entitled to disturb everyone else waiting with his loud complaints about, well, everything in his life.

Complained about his job, or lack thereof, his girlfriend, or lack thereof, and his P.O., which after a minute or two I figured was his probation officer. 

He decided he was entitled to make rude comments to and about the administrative staff and others in the waiting room to his two similarly dysfunctional friends.

Then he "psssst." me.  Seriously. "psssst."

I decided he needed to learn how to behave in public, or at least what I would tolerate.

I simply looked at him, and each of his friends and said, "Just because you're a miserable human being does not give you the right to treat everyone here, the way you feel.  If you need to call somebody names and disturb others, I suggest you carry your ass (yes, I said ass) outside and do it in your rear-view mirror, because the only person out of line in here is you."

He shut up, and remained quiet the rest of my visit.

I got lots of smiles, head nods, and even a thumbs up from the most adorable octogenarian man sitting there.

How to Annoy Me

Bring your 8 year old son in with you when you get a cuppa joe.

When he picks up something that doesn’t belong to him, say nothing.

When he says to me, “I’m keeping this!”, say nothing.

When I say to him “That belongs to someone else, please leave it here.”, say nothing.

When he refuses, say nothing.

When I insist and ask him to place it on the counter, say nothing, but give me glare from hell, like I just broke your kids hopes and dreams of ever becoming a doctor, lawyer, author, NBA star, musician, or anything but the pimple you are raising him to be!

 

 

All of this coming from a child free gal, but really, shouldn't parents be the inspiration of what life holds, and how to handle it for their kids?

How to Annoy Me

Borrow my pen...

Complain about how long your pancakes are taking...

Treat your server like crap...

Treat the nice manager that offers to take care of your meal ( that you ate 7/8th of) and a free dessert even worse...

Try to walk away with my pen...

When asked, return it...BROKEN.