Things that annoy me. . . .

I confess I can get annoyed easily. These include but are not limited to:

* "Plus size" shops that use a size 4 model.

* Technology challenged individuals who think I have all day to walk them through their issues.

* People who leave the vacuum out and/or don't wind the cord properly.

* My thighs.

* My stomach.

* My chin/ neck.

* Generally my body as a whole.

* The fact that I cannot buy a modest maxi dress for summer. They are either spaghetti straps, no straps, or too short.

* Carrie Underwood. We get it, you have legs, now please put some clothes on!

* People who suck the energy out of a room.

* Flip flops that turn my feet black.

* People who don't like country music.

* Black ink.

* HOA meetings.

* People who post a million photos of themselves in the bathroom mirror.

* And then profess how ugly they are.

* Movies that don't have a happy ending.

* People that don't plan.

To be continued. . . .

Go back to your playpen, Baby!

Last night was karaoke at Alpplebee's, just like it is every Tuesday night.  While for the most part I enjoy the music and the 1/2 price appetizers (ok I love the 1/2 price appetizers, you can't beat queso for $2.99) but last night, a line was crossed.

There was an elderly couple there that did not fit in with the regular 25-35 crowd.  Normally by the time karaoke starts at 9PM all the families with little children and anyone over the age of "old" has gone home to take out there teeth and go to bed.  This is not age discrimination.  It's just a simple fact.  What pushed me over the edge was this:  On more than one occasion this particular couple would get up and *gulp* dirty dance.  Full on gyrating all over each other.  It was like watching a dry run of what would happen later when they got home (at least I hope they waited until they got home).

I'm not saying you can't have a fulfilling love life when your old, I'm just saying don't have it at Applebee's....in front of me....while I'm eating!

Uhm....He will break a hip.

To make matters worse this guy asked me and my friends to "scoot over a few chairs" to make room for his friends, which ended up putting me at the very end of the bar where no one talks to you.

I know!  So rude.

Sometimes you just need to say it

Or in this case, blog about it!  When something happens that gets me really, really fired up I use to complain to everyone and anyone that would listen. Now I'm a little more reserved mainly because I have learned that it can come back to bite you on the keister! But sometimes you just need to say it. You just need to get it off your chest and rage about it so you can then start to calm down and move on.

Today's ranting topic is a female personage who lives in the vicinity of my home. I refuse to call her neighbor

I received an email this morning informing me that she is complaining that I have too many guests in the pool and that they are unsupervised.

Yes Jeremy, you can be my lifeguard anytime.
These "guests" she speaks of are my sister (who is of legal adult age plus about 20 years) and her two 13 year old daughters.

No David, please let me drown.
She also complained about several other people who live in our condominium complex so at least I can rest easy at night knowing she doesn't have some personal vendetta against just me.

I can tell because EVERYONE hates you!
The worst thing is every time I see her and her evil spawn they smile and wave and ask me how I am.

Oh I know you don't care!  And from now on neither do I!